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

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

have any trouble choosing,” he smiled.

don’t know you as well

than anyone

should still tell me your stock code. Or your student ID from elementary

They already used those in

use them

to buy everyone… Think you can afford it?” I gave him a sideways

and smiled slyly,

bad,”

earnest. He was back to himself

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

auction would be

hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In Heaven event was

from previous years know that we used to bid on our Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies, and other indicators such as those. This year, we’ve

among themselves, and in that brief moment, I

It was Jane.

and a nod, then motioned for me to

surveys showed us that

guests than something

aahs, and general laughter spread through the

at everyone’s reaction and continued, “After

twitched, and another round of gossip and

to

the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the

a rose. As for where it was, it looked like it was a few inches below his waist, on one side of his very toned