Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

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“Why do you ask…?” Vincent asked warily.

“Just wondering.” Aaron shrugged. “Maybe I’m curious since I’ve never had to work things out with a girlfriend.”

“Hehe… because you’ve never loved anyone like that.” Vincent breathed a clear sigh of relief. Maybe Aaron’s false ignorance was enough to make him drop his guard.

“Who do you actually love then? Emily or your girlfriend?” Aaron deliberately left out my name.

“Olive, obviously.” Vincent’s lack of hesitation took me by surprise. Then he continued, “But…”

My eyes widened as my ear perked up.

“I do envy you sometimes, Aaron. You do whatever you want, and everyone loves you all the same.” Vincent sighed. “I wish I had that kind of freedom, you know? Like a real man.”

Vincent’s words made me want to vomit. He was trying to be a “real man” by cheating on me? What a cheap, insecure

excuse…

Would that be the same reason he tells me when I finally confront him?

Regardless, a smug smile crossed my face. He did still love me, and I was going to turn that against him. That simple thought sent me into a daydream as I hid in the bathroom. I imagined breaking up with him-cold as ice-and watching his heart break before my eyes.

He’d panic and stutter while his wide eyes filled with

confusion. And then I’d tell him that I didn’t love him. That I hadn’t for the longest time.

I’ve imagined that scene over and over, but now it felt so much more tangible. At the same time though, I felt sorry for Emily.

I didn’t know why he chose her.

a casual casanova who

picked her because she truly loved him. It made her easy to take

The one who gets hurt the most is always

remind Aaron not to talk about this again, and Aaron replied casually. “Alright, I won’t tell your

gave him a wicked smile. “Satisfied

“What

I poked my head out when I heard

only a bath towel around his waist, and it left the

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Oh no.

want

out his cigarette and reached one hand out to

He just kept his hand outstretched and looked at me with soft eyes pleading

of

I nodded.

eyes seemed to call me over. His lips quivered, but he didn’t say anything. It was like he was expecting

relationship would blur, and we might

for.

move. I told

wind blew in, and the strands of hair

stop myself from taking a small step forward, and before I could take another step,

next to him. Then he tilted his head and gave me a tobacco-flavored

his neck, and he leaned

then he took a deep breath and

catch my breath before saying, “I’m not as good as you, that’s for sure. I heard you’ve had

eyebrows with a smile, and with even the slightest force from his hand,