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…”

a big turnout for this event. It’s fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men

doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So

you won’t have any

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

more than

stock code. Or your student ID from elementary

already used those in

wouldn’t use them

ready for me to buy everyone… Think you can afford it?”

slyly, “I’m only paying for my share,

bad,” I

earnest. He was back

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 speech that it wasn’t until she was finished that I noticed Aaron was no longer with me. As

auction would be

hostess cheerfully announced that the

we used to bid on our Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies,

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

It was Jane.

then motioned for me

showed us that a man’s looks-and

than something as frivolous as his status

laughter spread through the crowd

with satisfaction at everyone’s reaction and continued, “After all, finding the full package

corners of my mouth twitched, and another round of gossip and

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

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

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