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…”

the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The Angels of Fate, thank you very

equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how

have any trouble choosing,” he smiled. This was the Aaron

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

more than anyone else

me your stock code. Or your student ID

already used those

use

buy everyone… Think you can afford it?”

and smiled slyly, “I’m only

bad,”

He was back to

minutes, the lights in the hall dimmed 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

auction would be

as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In Heaven

that we used to bid on our Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies,

in that brief moment, I felt someone sidle

It was Jane.

a nod, then motioned

us that

something as

general laughter spread through the crowd like

at everyone’s reaction and continued, “After all,

another round of gossip and

the haughty upper class to

get started with Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose.

where it was, it looked like it was a few inches below his waist, on one side of his very