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.

Aaron because he was a casual casanova

picked her because she truly loved him. It made her

one who gets hurt the most is always the one who

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

a wicked smile. “Satisfied or

“What

a low chuckle and said their goodbyes, and I poked my head out when I heard the door to the hallway slam

to smoke. There was only a bath towel around his waist, and it left the smooth muscles

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Oh no.

want

out his cigarette and reached one

move, but neither did he. He just kept his hand outstretched and looked at me with soft

all of that,” he

I nodded.

me over. His lips quivered, but he didn’t say anything. It was like he was expecting something, and I felt like

to him now, the boundaries of our relationship would blur, and we might slip into

for.

didn’t move.

stood, looking like a painting from 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,

I couldn’t stop myself from taking a small step forward, and before I could

the kitchenette next to him. Then he tilted his head

hand on the back of his neck, and he leaned

me and smiled faintly, then he took a deep breath and said, “You’re not too bad at

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

raised his eyebrows with a smile, and with even the slightest