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…”

why there’s always such a big turnout for this event. It’s fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction.

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

me, you won’t have any trouble choosing,” he smiled. This was the

“I don’t know

still more than anyone else

me your stock code. Or your

those in

wouldn’t use

me to buy everyone… Think

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

bad,” I

He was back

so absorbed in her speech

would be

paid close attention as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In

on our Angels based on things like property,

that brief moment, I

It was Jane.

with a smile and a nod, then

that a man’s looks-and other

to our guests than something as frivolous

aahs, and general laughter spread through the crowd

hostess nodded with satisfaction at everyone’s reaction and continued, “After

twitched, and another round

I’d expected the haughty upper class to be

‘Bulgarian Rose.

large screen behind her lit up with a picture: a tattoo of a rose. As for where it was, it looked like it was a few inches below his waist, on one side of his very toned