Cheating With My Boyfriend's Best Friend Novel 소설 & 이야기

There was no rehearsed charm in the question. I should have rolled my eyes. Ignored him. Done anything sensible, literally. Instead, the alcohol loosened my tongue. “Cheating.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. His expression didn’t change. “Yours or theirs?” “Theirs.” One dark eyebrow lifted. I laughed bitterly. “My boyfriend and my best friend.” For the first time, something flickered across his face. Not pity. Thank God. I couldn’t survive pity tonight. It was something closer to disappointment.

I replied, looking at the bartender busy doing his work, not minding us chatting like an idiot because of cheaters. "Yeah! Maybe, if cheated will make it the best cover, then be it!" I was stunned, staring at him. "Really! I thought pretty people wouldn't be cheated. My boyfriend cheated on me too, being his number three." I exclaimed. I'm startled when he taps the table and laughs. Damn! Now, I find him sexily gorgeous even more. One strike and I am drooling over him.

"Why did Carina exist? Was it your way of getting even when you found out about your cheating boyfriend?" She was stunned. At least he no longer thinks that she did it for money. She smiled shyly once more before responding. "Remember, you're not the only unlucky friend? In comparison to yours, mine is worse. One of my friends cheated on me with my boyfriend, while the other secretly sold me. I think I told you that I was going to go on a blind date that evening. My friend arranged for me to go on a different kind of blind date, though. I even think she put drugs in my water."

With every question, another shade of color drained from his face. "That's not ... none of that is what you think." He floundered, eyes darting. "Sophia and I, it was all for publicity. Work. The sheets were an accident. The bracelet, she took it. I didn't know she'd break it. Your foot, I thought you were exaggerating. I thought you were bluffing." "Evan." I cut him off. "You're still lying." "Lying?" The word stung him like a slap. Red flooded his face. "What about you? Already found someone new? That fast? Because of him? This pretty boy? Lillian, eight years together, and I don't even measure up to a few months with this guy?"

“Mine cheated with his trainer. I found out he was the one who curated the same playlist my boyfriend and I fuck with. It was a messy one.” “Hold up! He cheated with his male trainer?” Isabella asked. “So he’s a closeted gay?” She roared in laughter, the rest of us joining her. “And he wasn’t even a top,” Chloe adds amidst the fits of laughter she’s having. “Anyway, I stayed for two months just to fuck his childhood best friend as revenge. Best sex I’ve ever had.” Isabella laughs softly. “I caught mine with his assistant on my birthday. I still went home and fucked the guy who delivered the apology flowers the next day. Sometimes you just need to feel wanted.”

I had believed that Noah loved me and didn't hesitate to rent an apartment with him, so we could live together but who would have thought that he was also having an affair with my best friend? I laughed when I remembered what Noah told me after I caught him cheating with my best friend. The good for nothing scumbag had told me to join them and make it an open relationship or watch him fuck my best friend in the apartment. And that bitch didn't even say a word in her defense. She accused me of being the reason why she went after my boyfriend. All my talk about how big his cock is made her curious. Aren't best friends supposed to talk about anything and everything?

She looked at him in disgust and faced her boss. She doesn't want this, she doesn't want to get laid by her best friend's man. She had met him when she newly joined the agency and they both fell in love and began a romantic relationship. One night she had followed her best friend on a date and was surprised to discover that her man was her best friend's boyfriend. It didn't end there, she watched him propose to her best friend. That night her world turned upside down. Her heart was broken beyond repair. She wasn't angry with her best friend because her best friend was innocent, it was her man who was a man whore and a cheater.

I shouted, angry tears slipping out of my ears. Zaylen had an unknown look on his face. He shifted a bit closer to me and handed me another bottle of alcohol. “Life is indeed unpredictable,” he stated as I lost control over my emotions. “My best friend and my boyfriend! How did I not see this coming? They were cheating on me behind my back. And I have left them together a lot of times thinking they would get to bond as friends! How did they act all normal with me afterwards? They acted so nice on my face.”

I responded, trying to regain some of my usual office sass. "You’ll like this one," he assured me with a low voice. He let his eyes travel over my outfit again. "This is only the second time I’ve seen you dressed like this. I have to say, I'm impressed by how beautiful you look both during and after work." "The second time?" I questioned. Then the memory clicked. "Ah, right. The night my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend." I said it casually, almost like I was talking about the weather.

No kindness. "You don’t need to explain," he said flatly. "This is done. I’ve moved on." I took a shaky step back, as if putting distance between us would dull the pain. "I hope she ruins you," I said, my voice trembling but full of truth. "I hope she tears you apart the way you tore me." His jaw clenched for a brief second. It was the only sign of emotion I got out of him. "You cheated with the one person you knew would hurt me the most," I said. "You didn’t just end our marriage—you crushed it. You spit on it."