Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Cheating on my unfaithful boyfriend

I decided to sleep with my boyfriend Vincent’s best friend after I found out that Vincent was cheating on me.

I’d met his friend two or three times before, but I didn’t even know his name. I’d only ever heard Vincent call him a “tomcat”.

Nothing popped up for Tom, and he wasn’t a furry… Or at least, he didn’t look like one. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to find him through my social media recommendations.

Aaron Morris.

His username was simple: “Amorris”, which was a combination of his first initial and his last name.

There wasn’t a status set on his homepage either.

His avatar was a picture of himself at what looked like a nightclub: a glass of wine in hand, head tilted in a wicked smile. Medium-length brown curls were accented by striking blue eyes. The black button-down shirt he was wearing had its bottom half opened, slightly exposing his abs.

Did he have a six-pack? That would definitely make this revenge so much sweeter.

He was undeniably sexy – enough to make most men simmer with jealousy. Sure, Vincent was attractive, but next to Aaron? He really wasn’t much to look at. How could Vincent be friends with someone so gor

geous? Did it not make him feel insecure?

But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.

Aaron accepted my friend request later that afternoon, and it wasn’t long before a notification popped up on my messenger.

Amorris: ?

heyOlive: Busy?

Amorris: No, it’s cool. What’s up?

I began to suspect that Aaron didn’t remember who I was at all. My own homepage had no pictures, and my avatar was just black Looking back, it’s funny to think that aller being together for two years, I’d only hung out with Vincent and his friends a handful of times. Ile was definite ly trying to keep me away from his circle so that he could cheat on me.

Bitch!

heyOlive: Are you single?

Amorris: What do you think?

heyOlive: I booked a hotel room. Do you wanna come over…?

Amorris: Oh darling

Amorris: I don’t sleep with my friend’s girl:)

My face flushed. I did not think he’d recognize my name.

heyOlive: I won’t be his girl soon.

Amorris:

That stupid, smug little face made me think that he might’ve known this whole time that Vincent had been unfaithful. The realization brought my anger to a boil. All men really were the same. I wanted to believe that Vincent’s cheating was just a one-time mistake, but Aaron’s response led me to believe that it was a regular occurrence. I couldn’t imagine the pic turethat every time Vincent left for a party, he’d have another woman wrapped up in his arms.

My trust to Vincent was just like a joke. And now Aaron must think that I was a slut! He must believe that I’d cheated on Vincent before all of this!

The more I thought about it, the more nauseous I felt. I quickly sent a message to my best friend Cinder, desperately looking for an outlet.

heyOlive: Come to the Beast Pub, tonight

heyOlive: Gonna get wasted lol

A waiter stopped at our table, setting Cinder’s cocktail down. She ignored it, grabbing my glass and taking a long drink. She shot the waiter a dazzling smile, “Can I get one of these, 100?”

After he left, I continued, “I didn’t mention it to him at first, but then I found out they did share a room. Then I found their texts and-God, I’m such an idiot…”

“He’s such a whore,” Cinder corrected.

“Such a whore!” I cried, swallowing another mouthful of beer.

“Hell yeah!” We clinked glasses. The alcohol was washing away my anger, just like I’d hoped it would.

Cinder giggled and sat back, “So what’s next?”

“Well…” I smirked over the rim of my drink. “I texted one of his bud dies earlier. Said I had a hotel room to myself if he wanted to join me.”

“Ooh! So you’re gonna cheat right back at him!” She was clearly ex cited, “I love that! So you were with him at the hotel before coming here? Was he handsome? Was it big?”

“No! I mean, I don’t know. Vincent calls him a tomcat,” I said, wink ing at her. “He turned me down, though.”

“Turned you down?! For what?!” She scowled at me and reached over the table to give my shoulder a shove. “You should’ve sent a bikini pic! I bet he wouldn’t have been able to resist something like that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I could easily find someone else…” I set my glass down. “It’s just gonna be hard to find such a perfect-looking guy. I really wanna stick it to Vincent, you know?”

“Oh, totally. I mean look at the guys here,” Cinder scanned over the men in the room, some of whom threw her a wink when saw her looking, She ignored them with a blank expression and turned back to me, wagging a finger in disgust. “You can’t sleep with someone who isn’t at least as handsome as Vincent.”

I nodded. The whole appeal of my revenge was to have sex with a better man to make Vincent feel pathetic. Otherwise, what’s the point?

While I was agonizing over having to find another dreamboat like Aaron, my phone buzzed.

Amorris: Come over?