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.

is your

drunken eyes lit

of whiskey and downed it in one

who was on his fifth shot, stood up

is on

a cheer from

me!” Nick raised his glass. “F*ck

room, and I raised my glass along with them and

tucking a drunken Nick into a taxi, I 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

I need sex.

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now and then, my mind wandered to that one man with his curly

Aaron.

my phone and found Aaron’s number in my contacts. I hesitated, but

ok, Olive. You just want to have sex. Men sucks. But You

quickly answered the phone, and Aaron’s low, s*xy voice came through the receiver. “Hello, darling. Why are

hide my sound

so badly. I told myself

heard Aaron’s low chuckle, and my brain

I’m coming to get

the next thing I heard was the sound of a car starting. G*d d*mn, did he really want to see

sat on the side of the road, my hair blowing in the cold wind. After a few minutes,

I was going to

of me. Aaron had switched cars

time he was in a

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

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

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

so passionate tonight, and after a brief moment of confusion, he gripped my waist

and in the streets of New York City, two people passionately kissed underneath a