Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

A mistress?A lover?

Of course, Vincent didn’t mention Aaron’s upcoming party to me. As for him ditching me on our anniversary, he just kept telling me that his work needed him to do overtime. He even whined about his customers and his manager. I had to hold back my bitter laugh.

Aaron’s birthday was a little less than two weeks away. During that time, I hadn’t seen anyone other than my coworkers and Cinder. Vincent fed me more excuses about how busy he was with work, and we hadn’t spent a night together for the entire two weeks. I didn’t have any contact with Aaron either.

The truth was that a couple of days after the charity gala, I didn’t want to go anymore, but something interesting happened a week before Aaron’s birthday.

Vincent and I had been lying in bed next to each other, both of us on our phones. He was texting in one of our shared group chats while I was scrolling through the news. After a while, he suddenly turned to look at me. “Have you been talking to Aaron?”

I was stunned for half a second as my heart began to race. “What?”

“Look at the group chat.”

I frowned and pulled it up on my phone. I went to read the conversation from the beginning, but Vincent reached over and scrolled to a certain spot about halfway through the log.

Amorris: Dont forget my party next week

Amorris: You can bring your family if you want \_(‘)_/ ̄

xXpatrickXx: i live alone man

Amorris:Then bring your mouth, I hired catering

xXpatrickXx: i HiRed CaTERinG

Matt87: did you pay like $800 for cheese on sticks?

Amorris: Shut up Imao it’ll be good

Amorris: Anyway everyone just rsvp so I can order

Matt87: i’ll be there

xXpatrickXx: yeah I’ll go

Vxncnt: Im going

3mily: me too!!

fighting the urge to smash my phone over Vincent’s head. I glanced at him, but he didn’t seem panicked or worried. His eyes were simply focused on my screen.

continued reading

What about

the group chat because he couldn’t just ‘leave his girlfriend out, but I rarely texted in it. I never really hung out with his

shoulder and grumbled, “Didn’t know

felt his fingers scratch at me through the fabric of

answer. Instead, I sighed and moved his hand away. from my

i’ll go

continued texting amongst themselves, but

it, the messenger app lit up: New conversation

I’d deleted my old messages

beside

phone away and looked at him,

rolled over onto me and pinned me underneath him. Then he smiled and asked, “Is it some admirer I don’t know about?” I felt his hips grind into me slightly, and his eyes were half- lidded

have a mistress, but I’m not allowed to

quickly regained his composure. “A mistress? Are you just mad I haven’t been around to feed

the hem of my short nightgown and

fingers

used to make me feel safe. Now, the instant his hand touched my skin, I thought back to the night he f*cked Emily in the hotel room right

it was his hand on

even o*gasm with Vincent. If I slept with him more-gave him what he wanted-he’d

that away

caught up with work lately because his abs weren’t as defined as they used to be. He narrowed his eyes and leaned down slowly. The mattress sunk under his elbows at my sides

but still, I didn’t respond. Vincent was much more excited than I was. At my lack of protest,

so beautiful,” he breathed, but his

the open air chilled my exposed skin. A kiss at my collarbone was followed by Vincent’s hands kneading my breasts. I felt his d*ck grow bigger as

I felt nothing.