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…”

event. It’s fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The

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

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

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

still more than anyone else

stock code. Or your student ID

They already used those in past auctions

wouldn’t use them

Think you can afford it?” I

slyly, “I’m only paying for

bad,”

more earnest. He was back to himself

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

attention as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In Heaven event

on things like property,

that brief

It was Jane.

and a nod, then

that a man’s looks-and other

guests than something as frivolous as his status or

spread through the crowd

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

mouth twitched, and another round

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

started with Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information

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