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, thank you

equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am I supposed to make sure I’m bidding on you? I can’t

have any trouble choosing,” he smiled. This

“I don’t know you as well as

than anyone else

stock code.

They already used those

use

Think you can afford it?”

head and smiled slyly, “I’m only paying

bad,”

became more earnest. He was

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 Aaron was no longer with me. As I looked around, I saw

would be starting

as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In Heaven

Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies,

brief moment, I felt

It was Jane.

and a nod, then motioned for me to listen

that a

to our guests than something as

aahs, and general laughter spread through the crowd

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

and another round of gossip and laughter rippled through the

to be more… refined. This whole party was

Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information we’ve gathered for

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