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.

was a casual casanova who outclassed Vincent in every

she truly loved

gets hurt the most is always the one who

something to remind Aaron not to talk about this again, and Aaron replied casually.

a wicked smile. “Satisfied

“What do

poked my head out when I heard the door to the hallway slam

and it left the smooth muscles of his upper body on display. His eyes were half-lidded in the smoke, and

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Oh no.

didn’t want

reached one hand out

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

of that,” he said

I nodded.

he didn’t say anything. It was like he was expecting something, and I felt like I knew

would blur, and we might slip into something neither of

for.

move. I told

behind Aaron. There he 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

before I could take another step, he reached forward. His arm wrapped around my waist and spun

to him. Then he tilted his head and

the back of his neck, and he leaned back slightly,

and smiled faintly, then he took

you, that’s for sure. I heard

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