Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

The Elusive Professor

My body trembled in fear, and I nuzzled into Aaron’s arms to hide my face. He kissed the corner of my lips before chuckling to himself.

I looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, and it took a few seconds before I realized I’d been tricked. “Aaron,” | gasped. “Did you just lie to me?”

Aaron raised his eyebrows. “It worked, didn’t it?”

I gritted my teeth and squeezed three little words. “You’re so childish!”

Right when the credits rolled, Aaron and I were quick to exit the building. I didn’t want to bump into Vincent and Emily.

Just when we stepped into the parking lot, I received Vincent’s reply.

Vxncnt: Sorry babe, I just got off work!

Vxncnt: I’m on my way to pick you up right now

I smiled sarcastically.

Right.

When was his job to spend time with Emily? Was she the one paying him now?

lazily texted back.

itsOlive: dont bother. i can take a cab home.

As soon as I hit send, Aaron offered to take me to dinner, but I declined.

“Vincent’s going straight home, so he’ll be there in a few minutes. I don’t have enough time to eat with you. Would you mind giving me a ride back to my place though?”

“Not at all.” Aaron gave me a lopsided grin, started the car, and took me straight to my apartment building.

just after I stepped out. I

that quickly… Did he see me get out

as that thought crossed my mind, Vincent asked me, “Have you seen

at him in mock confusion. “I’ve hardly seen you lately.

just thought I saw his car

car wasn’t exactly subtle. I’d have to remind him not to drive something

Wait.

Next time?

already looking forward to the next time

seen him.” I shrugged. “It was probably

a moment. “Yeah,

distracted tone. Worried he was still suspicious, I tried to change the subject

Vincent’s voice grew

reason. I heard it was actually pretty good. We

“Oh. Well…”

made me relax. If he was busy covering his own tracks, he wouldn’t think

to.

else gathered at the table in the breakroom. It was covered with an assortment of

over and asked curiously, “Is it someone’s birthday? What’s

Mr. Morris ordered catering.” Nick slurred around a mouthful

takeout bag with my

knows what goes on inside rich people’s brains?” Nick shrugged with a piece of sushi in his hand. He popped it in his mouth and walked over to me. “Open

Did we all get different

the styrofoam lid, I breathed a contented

went to his office? We all got

in the box looked plain enough, but the sight

Nick reached for my food. “There’s probably caviar

the sandwich away from

a little overdone and the egg was still runny, but even though it looked sloppily made, it was one of the best meals I’ve