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…”

the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re

pretentious without a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how

won’t have any trouble choosing,” he smiled.

don’t know you as well as

more than anyone

still tell me your stock code. Or your student ID from elementary

already used those in past auctions

wouldn’t use them

for me to buy everyone… Think you can afford it?” I

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

bad,” I

earnest. He was back to himself

and a spotlight focused on the hostess on the stage. I listened to her lighthearted jokes in between her explanation of the charity event, and I became so absorbed in her

auction would be

cheerfully announced that the Match

bid on our Angels based on things like

whispered among themselves, and in that brief moment, I felt someone sidle up next

It was Jane.

me with a smile and a nod, then motioned for me to listen

showed us that a

something as frivolous as

general laughter spread through the

everyone’s reaction and continued, “After all, finding the full package can be

round of gossip and laughter rippled through the

upper class to be more… refined.

with Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information

where it was, it looked like it was a few inches below his