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!!

was 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

reading through the

What about

chat because he couldn’t just ‘leave his girlfriend out, but I rarely texted in it.

grumbled, “Didn’t know you two were so friendly. He

his fingers scratch at me through the fabric of my

Instead, I sighed and moved

i’ll go with

amongst themselves,

it, the messenger

I’d deleted my

instantly perked up beside me,” Ooh…

away and

some admirer I don’t know about?” I felt his hips grind into me slightly, and his eyes were half- lidded with temptation. Staring up

a mistress, but I’m not

split second, but he quickly regained his composure. “A mistress? Are you just mad I haven’t

slipped past the hem of my short nightgown and slithered up to

as he put his fingers between me and the

was a little rough, but it always used to make me feel safe. Now, the instant his hand touched

was his

aversion. Maybe I could even o*gasm with Vincent. If

could rip that

his abs weren’t as defined as they used to be. He narrowed his

awkward tents in my nightgown as they pawed at my breasts, but still, I didn’t respond. Vincent was much more excited than I was. At my lack of protest, he eagerly pulled the hem of my camisole up

beautiful,” he breathed,

body shivered as 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 it hardened, and

I felt nothing.