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…”

gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The Angels of Fate,

It was pretentious without a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am I supposed to make sure I’m bidding

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

“I don’t know

still more than anyone else

stock code. Or your

already used those in

use

ready for me to buy everyone… Think you can

head and smiled slyly, “I’m

too bad,” I

became more earnest. He was back to himself

absorbed in her speech that it wasn’t until she was finished that I

would be starting

cheerfully announced that the Match Made

on our Angels based on things like property, status,

whispered among themselves, and in that brief moment, I felt someone

It was Jane.

a nod, then motioned

surveys showed us that a man’s looks-and

to our guests than something as frivolous as his status

spread through the

and continued, “After all, finding the

twitched, and another round of gossip and laughter rippled

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

One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose.

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