Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Bought him?!

“Angel Three, sold for $4,200 to the madam in the black dress! Congratulations!” The hostess cheered.

After three rounds, I’d finally figured out the auction process. Every man was numbered and given the base price of $1,000. He wouldn’t come on stage at all during the bidding process. All the audience had to go off of was the man’s code name and a set of three photographs. Only those present in the room could bid. The photos were revealed one at a time, and if you bid based on the first photo, you’re given a $500 “discount” at the end of the round. Once the bidding was over, the man would come out from backstage.

Then, in front of the entire audience, he would walk up to the winner, whether they were a man or a woman.

That was the funniest part. Everyone waited with bated breaths like gamblers waiting for the river to be dealt.

The audience’s reaction to the Bulgarian Rose’s reveal was unforgettable: a chorus of Wow! over and over again. The Rose looked about seventy years old. He was dressed in a suit with leather shoes to match, and his silver hair was tied up. He was fashionable, definitely, but he looked like Santa Claus in a fancy tux. It was almost funny.

The photos showed his physical features, but not his age. Maybe they were taken when he was younger.

A petite lady had paid à fortune for the old geezer, and from where I was in the crowd, I saw the corner of her mouth twitch as he walked over to her.

“Oh my g*d!” She shouted. She laughed while she shook her head and waved her hands in front of her. “No!”

I’d probably feel the same way. If I paid $4,200 for someone’s grandpa, I’d be devastated too. What would he do with me? Read me a bedtime story?! What a tragic waste of my single auction opportunity.

Everyone only had one chance to bid for the sake of fairness.

The lady took a few breaths to regain her composure, put on a smile, and held her hand out to him. It was as graceful as it was reluctant, but she was still a good sport about it. Amid the applause and shouted blessings of the crowd, the two of them took a photo together.

Yes. The event had set up a booth and hired a professional photographer just for that. These d*mn people really pull out all the stops…

But I had to be cautious.

I had only one chance to pick Aaron and I literally couldn’t afford to choose someone else. I paid extra close attention to the next sets of pictures, examining each one to find some connection to Aaron.

his eyelashes the first time

head. Those weren’t Aaron’s

a photo of a collarbone, but it was too thin and pale to be Aaron’s.

of tan line around his neck and collar. Maybe less of a tan line and more of a tan gradient. I remembered Vincent saying Aaron was tanned from golfing, but I also knew he injured his wrist about six months ago. He probably didn’t go as

This wasn’t Aaron

Jane

and answered truthfully. “I’m not

yourself,” she smiled. “You’ll recognize him, I’m

were pictures of eyebrows, bangs, hands, and one after another, I knew they weren’t his.

seven people had already been auctioned and none of them were Aaron. I was a

looks, our messages to each other, and the moments I spent with him. I even started imagining what would happen if I did

voice cut

on to Angel Eight:

Cemetery?

he liked to s*ip classes and go to the cemetery to

ladies in the room scream. It was of his chest. On the left side was a small burn scar, about

the photo, I understood why Aaron was so

his chest

my hand to bid before the rest of the photos

everyone. Immediately after my hand went up, more than a dozen people raised theirs to bid. The $500 discount for first-photo bids was a

the round.

of his abs and toes were presented. I don’t think I’ve spent enough time with Aaron to recognize him by his feet, but the scar

the end, the final two bidders were me and a lady

the woman in red for eighteen thousand

gavel on