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…”

And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The Angels of

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was pretentious without a doubt, 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

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

sarcastically, “I don’t know you as

than

tell me your stock code. Or your student ID

used those in past auctions

use them

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

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

bad,”

became more earnest. He

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 speech that it wasn’t until she was finished that I noticed Aaron was no longer with me.

would be

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

from previous years know that we used to bid on our Angels based on things

themselves, and in that brief

It was Jane.

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

that a

to our guests than something as frivolous as his status

and general laughter spread through

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

my mouth twitched, and another round of

odd. I’d expected the haughty upper class to

Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information we’ve gathered for

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