I Got Together With My Boyfriend's Best Friend

There were five more missed calls.

[Are you still online?

[It’s late now. Get some rest. Goodnight.]

After a few minutes, he sent a heart emoji alongside a photo of his abs.

In the photo, he was wearing sweatpants. He was lying casually on the bed, and his long legs were the highlight of the photo.

In natural light, his skin had a healthy tan.

Veins popped on his arms, and his long fingers covered an intimate yet suggestive spot.

He was clearly seducing me!

I silently downloaded the photo.

I blushed and thought to myself, ‘He seems to have a big package.’

When I was freshening up, someone rang the doorbell downstairs.

My helper opened the door and immediately gasped.

“Victoria, come down! There’s a huge bouquet of roses for you.”

‘Roses…’ I thought.

That seemed so tacky.

I slowly headed downstairs.

I walked over with disdain and quickly glanced at the card.

I realized there was also a delicate jewelry box on top of the roses.

I opened it and found my bracelet lying in the box!

That was the last gift my father gave me before he passed away.

After he passed away, the company faced cash flow problems. I auctioned off all of my valuables, including that very bracelet.

I recalled that a foreigner had bought it for almost three million dollars.

Jack’s friend had managed to locate the buyer and bought it back for me!

I rubbed my nose before I pulled up our chat box.

[I received the presents. Thank you! Can you send me your bank account details?]

I could not afford to pay him at one go, but I could pay him in installments.

[I don’t want money. I just want you.]

I thought he would refuse, but I had not expected him to follow it up with something so bold.

My fingers lingered on the phone screen as I tried to think of a reply.

Just then, I received a call.

It was Jack. He reminded me that I had to attend his friend’s birthday party with him.

“Don’t wear anything too revealing. Just remember to wear your chest binder so that your chest won’t look so big. You’ll look better that way.”

I agreed to his request.

Then, I chose a low-cut gown.

When I reached the venue, Jack was talking with a group of friends.

His face fell immediately when he saw my attire.

He pulled me aside.

“Why did you come here dressed like that?”

I ignored him. Instead, I glanced at the group of people behind him.

Among all the suggestive gazes, I unexpectedly met a pair of eyes that were dark with emotions.

Carter Jones was standing alone in a corner as he met my eyes across the buzzing crowd.

Inexplicably, I was in a trance.

Carter looked away first and finished his glass of wine in one gulp.

He almost smiled before he put on his usual nonchalant expression.

I could feel my heart racing.

At the same time, a ridiculous thought surfaced in my head.

Was he the one who texted me?

I brushed the thought aside.

He had always been cold and aloof toward me.

It seemed as though he had no interest in anything.

Whenever I greeted him, he nodded indifferently.

He was a man of few words.

At one point in time, I felt like he disliked me, so it was impossible for him to like me in that way.

“Victoria, are you mute? Talk to me!” Jack waved his hand in front of my face in annoyance.

I frowned and freed myself from his grip. “Don’t you think I look good in this dress?”

I straightened up to make my chest appear more prominent.

Jack looked like he was about to faint.

I took a step forward. He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth and ran toward the washroom.

Jack had a phobia of huge chests.

It was a very weird phobia.

Even though he did not like women with huge chests, he had strangely chosen to pursue me.

I only found out about his weird phobia when we almost got intimate with each other.

I was about to commit myself to him when he suddenly fainted at the very crucial moment.

I was furious. I had to pour cold water over him to wake him up.

Under my murderous gaze, Jack finally confessed that his ideal type was a supermodel.

He liked women with a tiny waist, long legs, and a small chest.

As for me, I did fit his ideal type except for my chest.

Only then did I realize why he always told me to wear a chest binder.

He told me that he felt jealous when other men looked at my chest, but the truth was that he could not stand seeing a big chest.

When he came out of the washroom, he approached me tentatively and brought up the surgery again.

Before I could answer him, I suddenly received a text from an unknown number.

[You have a great figure. Jack’s the one who’s blind. Don’t go for the surgery.]

It was him again!

I bit my lower lip and drank my soda in one gulp.

I asked, [Do you want to join me in the washroom?]

He seemed frightened. He only replied to me after a long while.

[Are you sure?]

[Of course!]

[This is too sudden. I’m not prepared.]

[Forget it. If you’re not going to come with me, then I’m going there on my own.]

[Wait!

[I’ll join you.]

He took the bait.

I told Jack that I would like to excuse myself.

I was just about to stand up when someone opened the door to the private room.

I looked up and saw a woman dressed in a maternity dress.

She was looking around. It was obvious that she was looking for someone.

It seemed like one of these wealthy playboys had gotten someone pregnant.

I was curious who the culprit was.

The next second, the woman walked toward Jack and sobbed. She told him to take responsibility for his actions.

When she got closer, I realized that she was indeed Jack’s type.

Even though I had lost all feelings for Jack, I was still angry.

I wanted to be the one to cheat on him.

It turned out he had done it first.

I thought Jack just talked dirty to people online. I did not expect him to actually get someone pregnant.

I ended up being a joke.

In our circle, reputation preceded everything.

Without giving Jack a chance to explain, I slapped him and left without looking back.

I completely forgot about the fact that I was supposed to meet the mystery man in the washroom.

On the way home, the more I thought about it, the more frustrated I felt. I then turned around and drove to a bar.

I had just broken up, and I was being cheated on instead of the other way round. I needed a drink to comfort myself.

I went to the bar that Jack frequented and got the bartender to retrieve all his good stash.

Then, I invited everyone to drink together.

It was not until I cleared all of Jack’s alcohol that I felt a little better.

I kept drinking hard liquor.

Then, I started to feel dizzy.

I glanced at the person next to me.

He looked like Carter.

Was he here to drink too?

There was no way that was possible.

I remembered Jack saying that Carter did not like bars, even though he was around every time I visited with Jack.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

I had drunk too much. I thought I was seeing things.

I shook my head vigorously.

Unexpectedly, I lost my balance and almost fell backward.

Before I could say a word, I was caught in a strong embrace.

The embrace did not last very long. He helped me back to my seat in a very gentlemanly manner.

I could see his fingers moving before my eyes.

I recalled the mystery man’s fingers when he sent me that photo of his abs.

I felt like I was going crazy.

To wake myself up, I ordered a glass of iced water.

When I reached out to take it, I accidentally touched the phone screen next to me.

That was not my phone, but I saw my photo on the lockscreen.

Judging from the angle, it seemed like someone had secretly taken that photo of me.

…

I woke up in bed.

I looked around and realized that I was in my own room.

Was I dreaming?

I remember going to the bar and drinking a lot the night before.

I could not recall anything after I had gotten drunk.

When my helper came in with a hangover remedy, I asked her who had brought me home last night.