Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Angel

“Let go, Aaron.” I protested just loudly enough for him to hear me as I kept at his heels. “What’s going on with you and

David?”

I watched him from the side as we wove through a crowd of people. His lips pursed into a thin line, but he said nothing. Then, after a while, he muttered under his breath.

“I hate him so much…”

I’d never seen such intense emotion expressed on Aaron’s face. I’ve seen him smiling more often than not, with his carefree attitude stemming from his confident control of the situation. But this time, his resentment-his pain-was clear in his expression. He seemed as stiff as a sculpture with his jaw clenched so tightly.

I felt the need to change the subject and lighten the mood somewhat.

“So what’re your keywords?” I asked.

“What?” He responded at least, but he was still distant. Still distracted. Maybe I should’ve been more specific…

“Your keywords. For the auction. I know it’s mostly blind, but there have to be a few clear flags it’s you they’re selling, right? Earlier you mentioned your company’s stock code. What’s yours?”

“Oh. That.” His eyes remained indifferent. “That was just an example… I don’t know how the auctioneer wants to advertise me. It’s up to them.”

What?!

My confusion must’ve been written all over my face. I leaned forward and put my hands up in a hold on gesture.

“You’re joking… Did you tell the auctioneer anything? No cheeky codename? No subtle hint?”

“It keeps things fair,” Aaron shrugged. “Collaboration means we risk information being leaked in advance. The blind bag loses its meaning.”

“The ‘blind bag’ never meant anything! G*d, and I can’t believe it’s up to the organizers to do all this research on the items without any help…”

always such a big turnout for this event. It’s fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men

a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am I supposed to make sure I’m bidding on you? I can’t

about me, you won’t have any trouble choosing,”

sarcastically, “I don’t know you

than

code.

already used those in past auctions

wouldn’t use them

everyone… Think you can afford it?” I gave

my head and smiled slyly, “I’m only paying

bad,”

earnest. He was

the stage. I listened to her lighthearted jokes in between her explanation of the charity event, and I became so absorbed in her speech that it

auction would be starting

as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In

on things like

audience whispered among themselves, and in that brief moment,

It was Jane.

a nod, then motioned for

surveys showed us that a man’s looks-and

than something as frivolous as his status or

spread through

reaction and continued, “After all, finding the full package can

twitched, and another round of

expected the haughty upper class to be more… refined. This

One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information

large screen behind her lit up with a picture: a tattoo of a rose. As for where it was, it looked like it