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,

eyes and shook my head. It was pretentious without a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless

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

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

more than anyone else

me your stock code. Or your student ID from

already used those in past auctions

use

Think you

my head and smiled slyly, “I’m

too bad,”

smile became more earnest. He was back to himself

a few 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

would be

that the Match Made In Heaven event was about

that we used to bid on our Angels based on things like

themselves, and in that brief moment, I felt someone

It was Jane.

greeted me with a smile and a nod, then motioned for

us that

something as frivolous

aahs, and general laughter spread through

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

round of gossip and laughter rippled

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

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

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