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.

out. I wasn’t even inside

didn’t expect him to be home that quickly… Did he see me get out of Aaron’s

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

him in mock confusion. “I’ve hardly seen you lately. When would I have time to hang out

then. I just thought I saw

wasn’t exactly subtle. I’d have to remind him

Wait.

Next time?

to the next

seen him.” I shrugged. “It was probably someone else’s car you

a moment. “Yeah, you’re

still suspicious, I tried to change the subject by asking, “So did you watch

Why?” Vincent’s voice

pretty good. We should go see it

“Oh. Well…”

he was busy covering his own tracks, he wouldn’t think to question what I’ve

to.

the lab and found everyone else gathered at the table in the breakroom. It was covered with an assortment

curiously, “Is

Mr. Morris ordered catering.” Nick slurred around a mouthful of food. “Yours is over

did this? Why?” I unwrapped the takeout bag with my name on it. “Is it

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

all get

lifted the styrofoam lid, I breathed a contented

Did you offend him when you went to his

box looked plain enough,

try it though.” Nick reached for my

glared and yanked the

and took a bite. The bacon was a little overdone and the egg was still runny, but even though it looked sloppily made, it