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.

picked Aaron because he was a casual casanova who

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

one who gets hurt the most is always the one who loves

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

a wicked smile. “Satisfied or

laughed, “What do

and said their goodbyes, and I poked my head out when I heard the

was only a bath towel around his waist, and it left the smooth muscles of his upper body on display. His eyes were half-lidded in the smoke, and his

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want

reached one hand out

he. He just kept his hand outstretched and looked at me with soft eyes pleading for me to stay. Part of me believed

heard all of

I nodded.

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

boundaries of our relationship would blur, and we might slip into something neither of us was

for.

move. I told myself

the Victorian era. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, and the strands of hair in front of his forehead fluttered and brushed past his eyelashes. The falling s*owflakes dusted the bridge of his nose, his cheeks,

forward, and before I could take another step, he reached

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

the back of his neck,

of me and smiled faintly, then he took a deep breath and said,

“I’m not as good as you, that’s for sure. I heard you’ve had three different women

what you’re doing, bringing that up.” Aaron raised his eyebrows with a