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…”

big turnout for this event. It’s fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The Angels of Fate,

a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and

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

I smiled sarcastically, “I don’t know

more than anyone

your stock code. Or your

They already used those in past

wouldn’t use them

you’re ready for me to buy everyone… Think you can afford it?” I gave him a sideways

smiled slyly, “I’m only paying for my

bad,” I

He was back

in between her explanation of the charity event, and I became so absorbed in her speech that it wasn’t until she

auction would be

hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In Heaven event was about to

things like property, status, hobbies, and other indicators such as

among themselves, and in that brief moment, I felt

It was Jane.

then motioned for me to listen carefully to

that a man’s

important to our guests than something as frivolous

general laughter spread through the crowd like

continued, “After all, finding

another round of gossip and laughter rippled through the

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

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

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