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…”

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

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 just buy

everything you know about me, you won’t have any trouble

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

more than

stock code. Or your student ID from elementary

They already used those in past auctions

use

hope you’re ready for me to buy everyone… Think

smiled slyly, “I’m only paying

too bad,”

earnest. He

of the charity event, and I became so absorbed in her speech that it wasn’t until she was finished that I noticed Aaron was no longer with me. As I looked around, I saw that many of the men in the

auction would be

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

to bid on our Angels based on things like property, status,

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

It was Jane.

and a nod, then motioned for me to listen carefully to

us that a man’s looks-and other

our guests than something as frivolous

laughter spread through

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

and another round of

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

get started with Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose.

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