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…”

fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The Angels of Fate, thank you

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

any trouble choosing,”

that sure,” I smiled sarcastically, “I don’t know you as

more than

me your stock code. Or your student ID from

those in

use them

Think you can afford it?” I gave him

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

bad,” I

smile became more earnest. He

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

would

attention as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match

from previous years know that we used to bid on our Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies, and other indicators such as those. This year, we’ve made

whispered among themselves, and in that brief moment,

It was Jane.

a nod, then motioned

showed us that a man’s

our guests than something as frivolous as his status

spread through the crowd like

continued, “After all, finding the

another round of gossip and laughter

was odd. I’d expected the haughty upper class to be more… refined. This

Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is

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