Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

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I s*ipped the day with Nick, and we ran to the Beast Pub to get drunk.

I’ve never been a big fan of beer, but tonight was totally for Nick. I could understand how he was feeling at the moment, and it was just like when I desperately needed an outlet for my emotions.

Nick ordered a whole bunch of c*cktails for the both of us, and I marveled at the colors of each glass.

After three rounds of drinks, I got a call from Vincent asking where I was and if I wanted to come to the party.

The bar was deafening, and the DJ was so loud that I could barely hear what was being said on the phone. I felt like I didn’t even have to tell Vincent since he could guess where I

was.

“Who are you at the bar with? Why didn’t you call me?” Vincent’s eager voice had a hint of questioning in it.

I was amused that he was pretending to care when he was obviously cheating on me.

“Nick’s boyfriend cheated on him, and he was upset, so I came to drink with him.”

On the subject of cheating, Vincent fell silent. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Vincent, you’d never cheat on me, right?”

Vincent didn’t hesitate to say, “I would never, Olive! I will always love you.”

How funny, how shameless.

Nick looked at me and yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Olive, who’s that on the phone?! Are you going back home?”

I grabbed a bright orange c*cktail and raised my glass to Nick.

Tonight is your

eyes lit up,

glass of whiskey and downed it

stood up at the

is

was a cheer from everyone

me!” Nick

I raised my glass

stood on the sidewalk. I didn’t want to go back home and see Vincent’s hypocritical face. I didn’t want to lie in the same bed with him. Alcohol did not cure me. I guessed I need

I need sex.

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my mind wandered to that one man with his curly brown hair

Aaron.

I hesitated, but in my drunken stupor, I unblocked him and

sex. Men sucks. But

voice came through the receiver. “Hello, darling. Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Did you miss

to hide my sound of agreement but

told myself that it wasn’t what I wanted, that it was the alcohol

heard Aaron’s low chuckle, and my brain got even more

you? I’m coming to get

of a car starting. G*d d*mn, did he really want to

the road, my hair blowing in the cold wind. After a few minutes, I sighed and

when I thought I was going to freeze, a sports

front of me. Aaron

was

of the car, and his hair was a little wet. It looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower and smelled like

looking at me like that?” Aaron couldn’t help but laugh when he saw me sitting on the curb,

into his arms. At Aaron’s surprised look, I cupped his face

passionate tonight, and after a

of New York City, two people passionately kissed underneath a