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 s*xy – 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 gorgeous? 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 after being together for two years, I’d only hung out with Vincent and his friends a handful of times. Ile was definitely trying to keep me away from his circle so that he could cheat on me.

B*tch!

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 st*pid, 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 ture that 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 sl*t! 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

Cinderss: I can’t tonight I have to stay late to work on this st*pid landscape plan. The homeowner’s throwing a sit over the water section

heyOlive: Vincent is cheating

Not even two seconds passed,

Cinderss: ill meet you there xx

We met up at Beast Pub, the bar near Cinder’s office. Before she even showed up, I already had a beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only way to douse my anger.

Around 9 o’clock, Cinder finally arrived. She was a blonde beauty, and not even her conservative oflice uniform could hide her lithe figure. If the clacking of her designer heels didn’t give it away, she came

from a family that was a little more than “well off””. The girl had all the money she could ask for but still insisted on working, devoted to her career in landscaping

“Olive! I’m so, so sorry I’m late, babe! Oh! Yes, one c*cktail special, please.” Cinder made her way to my table. She sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers. “You look so good! Oh my g*d!” Then she dropped her voice to a hushed tone, “Are you trying to get laid? Like, a one-night-stand with some total knockout?”

“Apologized for the wait, ordered a drink, and got straight to it, huh?” I waved the glass in my hand and gave her a lazy grin. “Not bad for the heiress of the Swann Group.”

“Ugh… quit it! I’m serious! What is going on with you and Vincent?”

I sipped the foam off my drink and then pulled out my phone, passing it to Cinder.

“Remember when I said Vincent was gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted this the day after their class reunion last week.”

“Ooh! Let’s see here… Hotel room window – That’s a nice angle. School shirt. No pants. Probably no underwear. Sleepy eyes.” Cinder clicked her tongue, eyes scanning over the photo’s caption. “Hmm…

“Throwback to grad night…’Oh, this is so a morning-after pic.”

“Right? I thought so, too.” I sighed, shoulders slumping as I relived the realization. “That’s Vincent’s shirt she’s wearing.”

Her eyes widened and she held the phone closer to her face. “Wha How do you know? I’m sure they all have the school shirt.”

“Well, yeah, but Vincent couldn’t find his own before he left. Mine’s oversized so I just let him borrow it. It has some faint paint splatters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right

there. She’s wearing the evidence, Cinder. How do you explain that any other way?”

She handed my phone back to me, brow furrowed. “I… don’t know. I mean, I can’t. You’re right.”

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

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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-G*d, I’m such an idiot…”

“He’s such a wh*re,” Cinder corrected.

“Such a wh*re!” 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?

Before I even had a chance to reply, Aaron sent an address.

“Is that Vincent?” asked Cinder.

I shook my head. “No. It’s the tomcat. Seems like he’s changed his mind…”

She gasped and snatc*ed my phone away. “Aaron Morris… Oh my g*d. That’s Vincent’s friend?!”

“Yeah? You know him?”

“Know him? My old man tried to set me up with him. Aaron’s the second son of the Morris Group. Not only is his family loaded, but he started his own business in college.” She shook her head and passed my phone back. “He was offered three million dollars for his patents, but he said no. His company’s thriving now.”She paused to sip her drink. “Trust me. Go see him. Vincent is no match.”

She’s right. Aaron was easily my best choice at the moment. I can already imagine Vincent’s seething jealousy and crushed ego if I could make this work with Aaron.

Cinder took a second to map the address Aaron sent me. “He’s at… oh! Tribeca. That’s right by my place.” She nodded at me excitedly, “You can go to my house to change into something sexier. Fix up your makeup. He’ll be totally blindsided!”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “It’s just a h**kup. I don’t need to go all out.”

She pouted, “Alright, fine. Don’t. But if you go there looking like a tr*mp, security might not even let you inside.”

“Okay!” I gave in, finishing my beer. “Your place it is. Let’s go.”

An hour later, I was dolled up and Cinder had gone back to her office for the night. At this point, my rage had boiled away, leaving behind a numbness. I didn’t even have it in me to feel ashamed.

I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I stopped by a local burger joint on the way to his house. While I waited for my order, I pulled out my phone.

heyOlive: Have you eaten yet? I’m grabbing food from Joey’s by your house. I could get you something…?

Amorris: ?

Amorris: I don’t even have pants on, and you’re asking if I want burgers? lol

I laughed at the absurdity of it all.

What the hell was I thinking?

Amorris: Go ahead and pick something for me.

Amorris: Thanks darling

As I held the paper to-go bag in my hand, I glanced between the map on my phone and the cars speeding by. After a few minutes of this, he sent another message.

Amorris: 2 out of 5 stars. Delivery came super late. Will not be ordering again.

I scowled. Just who the hell did he think I was?

heyOlive: Lost

Amorris: Great.

tice.

Amorris: Where are you now?

I quickly sent him a picture of my location. Three minutes later, he was suddenly in front of me. It took me a moment to even recognize him.

Most of the times I’d ever seen Aaron were at dim and foggy night clubs. He’d wear either black or white shirts and always had a beautiful woman at his side. Between Vincent calling him Tomcat and Emily always complimenting his style, my m*ntal image of Aaron was similar to a classy and flirtatious boss.

But today? He was dressed for home: a black sweatshirt and washed out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the one I met at nightclubs in the past.

He grinned as soon as he saw me. “Hi.”

G*d, he was so handsome. His Facebook avatar did not do him jus

It’s said that men are creatures of sight, that they judge by looks. But women can be the same, right? The fact that my notion to. “toss the burger to him and leave” had disappeared was enough proof. I knew that Aaron was handsome, just not really my type…

Except that the man in front of me now was exactly the kind of knockout I wanted.

I smiled back, “Hi.”

He reached for the paper bag in my hand, frowning. “Ooh. And the food’s cold.”

If he treats me like an odda*n delivery girl one more time…

He walked me back to his building, leading the way up to his pent house. The view was breathtaking, showcasing the bustling nightlife of

Manhattan.

To be honest, I expected it to be somewhat awkward, but Aaron went straight to the kitchen as soon as we entered, grabbing utensils out of a drawer and putting his burger on a plate. He was really going to eat it with a knife and a fork. Classy.

He looked up at me and asked, “Do you want ketchup?”

I had to remind myself: I am here for a date. I have to at least try having dinner with him before I leave.

G*d, even his ketchup tasted amazing. It was some ritzy brand I’d never heard of.

After a bit, Aaron stepped into another room to take a phone call. I finished eating and brought the dishes to the kitchen, absentmindedly washing my hands when I felt one of his land on my shoulder, startling

He grabbed the plates and put them in the dishwasher, smiling. “You can just leave’em in there.”

Then he leaned in a little closer. Granted, it was a safe, platonic distance, but I couldn’t even call myself friends with him yet. I shook the water off my hands and turned to look at him.

His expression was innocent. “Something came up. I have to go.”

What? Was this date already a failure?

“Wait for me, okay? I’ll get changed real quick and take you home,” he said, lifting a hand to brush my hair out of my face. I immediately took a step back to avoid him, and his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air. He paused for a few seconds before putting it down, still wearing that seductive smile.

“Huh? You were the one who invited me over,” I said, incredulous. How could he just leave like that? I borrowed Cinder’s clothes and redid my makeup for this!

“Alright…” He started slowly. He looked almost confused. “So you wanna wait for me? I’ll be back soon.”

I bit my lower lip and cursed him internally, but tried my best to stay polite.

“No, it’s alright. I can call a cab,” I gave him a cordial smile, turning to leave. In an instant, he caught me by the wrist and pulled me back. I didn’t resist, letting him bring me to stand in front of him.

He stared at me, brows lowered. Staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his, I felt like I won the lottery.

“Kitchen, living room, or bedroom,” he asked, voice low.

“Bedroom,” I said, suddenly breathless. “The bedroom’s fine.”

Aaron let out a deep laugh. “Perfect.”

I got a good look at his penthouse as he led me upstairs. I’d expected. the rest of his home to be gaudy, typical of a young and reckless million aire, but he surprised me. It reminded me of an elegant hotel suite, deco rated with gorgeous vintage furniture, expensive paintings, and marble sculptures.

His bedroom itself was unexpectedly light and simple in comparison. It had a mature black and white color scheme to it. The windowsill was set with wine and scented candles and dimmed gallery lights hung from the ceiling. The space was free of furniture aside from the king-sized bed and nightstand in the middle of the room.

I was suddenly disgusted, thinking about how many women he must have had in this bed.

The smell of the candles became almost overpowering, and I hesitated at the doorway. “Can we take a step back?” I asked.

“Back?” He frowned, puzzled.”To what?”

“The living room? Or the kitchen? Someplace else…” I rubbed my nose with one hand, resting the other on my chest.

Aaron co*ked an eyebrow at this, walking across the room to open the window and blowing out the candles in the process. He made his way back to me, took my hand, and shot me another award- winning smile. “Darling. Going back isn’t an option.”

And then, I was pulled inside.

The bed was incredibly soft.

Aaron, on the other hand, is incredibly hard.

He sat over me with his knees at my sides, looking down into my eyes while he slowly undressed. Just a glimpse at the waistband of his underwear was enough to send me into a haze.

He was so f*cking s*xy.

He didn’t have much body hair, giving a clear view of his toned chest, well-defined muscles, and I knew it!-six-pack abs. His body would put male models everywhere to shame.

Aaron leaned down to stare at me. One hand rested on the side of my face, while the other got to work skillfully un- buttoning my top. The slowed pace made me deeply regret my choice of clothes.

Once it was finally undone, he glanced down at my body and paused. When his eyes met mine again, they were filled with lust.

Underneath my shirt-dress, I was only wearing a skin-tight camisole. I’d borrowed Cinder’s brand new silk halter top. It was white with black lace trim, with an extremely low neckline to accentuate my bust. Through the thin material, you could clearly make out the pink of my nipples. The hem was barely long enough to cover my panties.

I watched his Adam’s apple bob and felt a hand slide around my waist, gently tickling through the fabric. He asked in a h**se voice, “Is this alright?”

I held my tongue, biting my bottom lip. My hand was weakly pressed against his chest. It was too hot. He was too hot. Hot and hard. My heart pounded in my chest, and when I felt Aaron’s racing under my fingertips, I couldn’t help but moan.

He didn’t bother lifting my skirt, instead slipping his hand under the fabric. It came to a tantalizing stop at my breasts, his long index finger tracing my curves, sending a shiver down my spine.

I caught his hand, my breath unsteady. “Stop teasing me Please.”

I just wanted to have sex, not make love.

Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly. Then he took my wrist in his free hand, dragged it up his leg and along his inner thigh, and held it to his hardened length through his jeans.

“You don’t want to rush this, do you?” He lowered his head, and I felt his hot breath as he whispered in my ear. “No, I think I need to warm you up for this first.”

Any protest I had died in my throat.

He gave a soft chuckle and slid his fingers down to my thighs, squeezing roughly. My breathing became even more labored.

He moved to kiss and lick and suck on my neck, and I reflexively shied away. I didn’t want him marking me when this would only be a one-night stand.

But Aaron didn’t seem to notice, his tongue trailing down to lick at my collarbone, then further down to my chest. He seemed to be loving the foreplay as much as I was. I felt him h*ok a finger into my panties and pull them away, only to re- turn in seconds to trace the outside of my pu*y.

There was a sensitive twitch in my belly and slick heat coated his fingers. I saw him lift his hand, smiling gently. His gorgeous blue eyes looked at me as if I were the most precious gem in the world. I was so lost in his gaze that I almost missed him speaking.

“You’re already soaking wet, hmm? I haven’t even had a chance to play with your c*it, darling.”And with that, his thumb finally made its way to my core.

I clenched my legs almost instantly, my back arching. He took that opportunity to slide his other hand up the curve of my bare back. F*ck, I wanted to scream at how well he worked my body.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly… Loosen up.” His tone was seductive and steady, a stark contrast to my uncontrollable gasps of pleasure. “You can squeeze all you want once my c*ck is inside you.”

I could only whisper as I begged, “Please… Please give it to me.”

He laughed softly and leaned down again, his teeth lightly catching my nipple through the thin silk of my chemise. Gentle nibbling, sucking, and teasing with the tip of his tongue left behind a damp stain.

“Your nipples are hard, darling.” His voice began to tremble with excitement. “All for me…”

“Sh-Shut up,” I managed. I didn’t want to hear the filth spilling out of his mouth, especially when it was the truth, but the intense stimulation and thrill of my revenge aroused me beyond anything I’d felt before.

My p*ssy throbbed and ached, twitching at his wicked words. I shuddered again as his finger had worked its way inside, and I felt it exploring and massaging all the right places. Feeling my wetness,

he gently withdrew his finger and looked playfully at the glossy sheen left behind. The sudden emptiness made the aching even worse as my insides clenched around nothing.

“Shut up? That’s not what your body’s telling me…” He co*ked his head and smiled innocently. “In fact, it looks like it wants even more.”

He stuck out his tongue and dragged it slowly over his fin- gers, silver threads pulling at the edges of his mouth. The clear blue of his eyes began to darken, growing dangerous and feral.

I felt every nerve in my body screaming for his c*ck. I don’t know why-I used to feel so neutral about sex in past relationships. Even with Vincent, I was never so desperate for it. Yet right now, I could only focus on Aaron’s length nestled between my legs, grinding against me through his pants, and all I wanted was to have him inside me.

Aaron tore the camisole off of me, his lips trailing down from my breasts to my stomach. I was finally naked underneath him, and I could hear him suck in a breath.

“I wish I could keep you here forever,” he muttered. I heard him swallow and felt him through his jeans as he ground his hips into mine. “Right here in my bed…” He panted, pulling down his pants and finally freeing his c*ck. He slid on a condom-I didn’t even notice him get it out-and in one fluid motion, buried himself in me.

Despite his thorough foreplay and preparation with his fingers, there was still that initial painful stretching. This tom- cat was absolutely living up to his reputation as a lady-killer.

He sighed almost dreamily, lust-filled eyes glazed over. His comfortable expression was actually kind of adorable.

“Relax,” he reminded me as he stilled himself.

My voice came out broken, “I am.”

He smiled a little, pushing even deeper, and I couldn’t hold back my groan.

“Hey.” He held my chin, softly running his thumb over my lips. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable… and let me know what feels good, okay?” Everything about him was sending goose- bumps down my body.

What kind of feedback did he want exactly?

Before I got a chance to ask, he gave an experimental thrust, and I couldn’t bite back my moan in time.

“Just like that, darling,” he gave a breathy laugh.

This as*hole was going to be the death of me.

Aaron couldn’t help himself at this point. He rammed his c*ck into me, tangling his fingers in my hair and tilting my head back. I felt his Adam’s apple tickling my neck while he moaned and whispered sweet nothing's in my ear. When he’d pull back, he’d gaze into my eyes as if mesmerized by the dazed, half-focused way I looked up at him.

He slurred, “Let me taste those sounds you’re making, baby.” And with that, his mouth traced my jawline until he found my lips.

I turned my head away, avoiding the kiss. That was a little too intimate for a quick f*ck.

This didn’t seem to put him off and he kept up his rhythm. I listened to the honeyed words that fell from him how charming, how lovely, how perfect I was-and I listened to the filthy words as well. Filthy words about my body, my lips, and my eyes.

It was certainly flattering. Even though I felt embarrassed in my mind, I thought it was sweet of him to talk to a casual h*oup so earnestly.

Just as my thoughts were drifting, he brought me back to the moment with a deep, delicious thrust. “You still with me, darling?”

I felt like I could die like this, lost in the feeling of him. I didn’t even have the words to describe it. It was carnal and passionate in a way that transcended each of my senses. I was overwhelmed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the vulgar wetness as he drove himself into me again and again, my own shameless screams of euphoria, and his fervent gasps.

My phone rang. I knew it must be Vincent.