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…”

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

doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am

you won’t have any

sarcastically, “I don’t know you as well as

than

code. Or your

used those in past auctions

use them

ready for me to buy everyone… Think you can afford it?” I

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

too bad,”

became more earnest. He was back to himself

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

auction would be

as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In

used to bid on our Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies, and other indicators such as those.

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

It was Jane.

then motioned for me

surveys showed us that a man’s looks-and other

important to our guests than something as frivolous as his

general laughter spread through the crowd like

at everyone’s reaction and continued,

another round of gossip and laughter

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

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

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