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.

quick goodbye, he sped off just after I stepped out. I wasn’t even

to be home that quickly… Did he see me get out of

Vincent

confusion. “I’ve hardly seen you lately. When would

it then. I just thought I saw his car drive

have to remind him not

Wait.

Next time?

already looking forward to the next time

haven’t seen him.” I shrugged. “It was probably someone else’s

a moment. “Yeah, you’re

Worried he was still suspicious, I tried to change the subject by asking, “So did you

Why?” Vincent’s

actually pretty good. We should go see

“Oh. Well…”

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

to.

next day, I arrived at the lab and found everyone else gathered at the table in the

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

catering.” Nick slurred around a mouthful of food.

takeout bag with my name on it. “Is it an early

knows what goes on inside rich people’s brains?” Nick shrugged with a piece of sushi in his hand. He popped it in his

all

soon as I lifted the styrofoam lid,

you offend him when you went to his

sandwich in the box looked plain enough, but the sight

try it though.” Nick reached for my food. “There’s probably caviar

and yanked the sandwich away from

bacon was a little overdone and the egg was still runny, but even though it looked sloppily made, it was one of