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 lashes were much thicker. I remembered being jealous of his eyelashes the first time I woke up next to him. They were

head.

was too thin and pale to be Aaron’s. I figured he

some kind of outdoor sport, so I expected some kind 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

you’ll find him?” Jane

shook my head and answered truthfully. “I’m not sure. I don’t actually know him all

if yourself,” she smiled.

and one after another, I knew they weren’t his. Every rinse-and-repeat moment of

were Aaron. I was a bit satisfied to see

moments I spent with him. I even started

hostess’ voice cut my

to Angel Eight:

Cemetery?

about Aaron online. As a child, he liked to s*ip classes and go to the cemetery to read alone. This had to

his chest. On the left side

understood why Aaron

chest at

raised my hand to bid before the rest

than a dozen people raised theirs to bid. The $500 discount for first-photo bids was a trap. It drove everyone to rush in and raise the

the round.

once the photos 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 was enough for me to be sure of

bidders were me and a lady across the room

three times? Number Eight is sold to the woman in red

on the