Cheat with my boyfriend best friend by Jane E.L.

Well, well

288 Okay,

I had considered many possibilities, but I underestimated how much Nick had been hiding from me. Until now, it hadn't even occurred to me that he might be lying about "staying in school lately". So which of his statements had actually been true all this time?

I looked at the blond man and was about to ask another question when I realized he was sizing me up.

"Oh, I'm Olive, Olive Woods," I briefly introduced myself and offered my hand. "I'm a friend of Nick's."

The man shook my hand. "Boris Smith," he said. "You can call me Boris."

"Boris," I asked, "could you tell me about Nick's situation here?

I noticed the young man's nose wrinkled slightly when I mentioned Nick.

Did she have something against Nick?

Abad feeling stayed in my mind.

What kind of life had Nick been leading since he came to Harvard? I realized that I had greatly underestimated him and David.

At Columbia, Nick's directness and professionalism had always made him popular with those around him.

So even if there were personality clashes, most people wouldn't have shown such obvious rejection on their faces.

"Hurry?" I asked, realizing it would be hard to find another of Nick's colleagues at this time of day.I decided to take the opportunity and looked into Boris's hazel eyes. "If you don't mind, I'd like to buy you lunch."

Boris hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

We walked side by side to a nearby restaurant.

"By your accent, are you from New York?" Boris asked casually.

"Yes", I answered. "I went to Columbia for my undergraduate and Ph.D. Nick was my best friend during my PhD. He is the most

honest, professional, and fun person I have ever met."

Boris's mouth twisted at my words. "I think you're funnier," he said dryly.

His obvious disapproval gave me an idea of the character of the man next to me.

At the same time, my heart sank.

"Are you here to spend Christmas with him?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You come from Manhattan?"

"No, from Germany,"

Boris stopped short and let out a startled cry. "That fellow has some charm to make a beauty like you fly to spend Christmas with him!"

"First of all, thanks for the compliment, but maybe we get to know different sides of Nick. That's why I came uninvited," I paused and looked into his eyes. "Mr. Smith, I really hope that he can help me."

We went to a Mexican restaurant that Boris said was "good value for money".

The food came quickly before I had even finished my glass of water.

Everything we had ordered was on the table.

The scent reached my nose, making my stomach growl even louder. I started right away and saved our conversation for later.

I must say that Boris's recommendation was spot on.

He had too many questions running through my head and I was starving so I ate faster than usual. By the time Boris still had half

of his food left, he was done.

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"It looks like you haven't eaten in days," he said.

"I caught a late flight last night," I shrugged. "I was too tired and slept through breakfast."

Boris looked at me and novelxo.org nodded slowly. "I'm sure now that you and Nick are close."

"He saved my life." I paused and continued. "When we left Columbia, I went to Germany and he came to Harvard. At first we kept

in touch, but then he started to get worse and worse. How has he been these last six months?

"At first it was fine, but then..." Boris grimaced as if he knew what he meant and looked apologetic. "

"Yeah." Boris's expression turned subtle. "Since Professor Ford started visiting our institute, everything went downhill." David

again! I mentally added another tally mark against him. Sooner or later, we would get out of this account. "I heard he got rid of a teammate of his who was discriminating against LGBT without even telling Nick..."

But before he could finish, Boris's tone turned sharp as if he had heard some kind of joke.

"No!" Boris straightened up."Ken does not discriminate against LGBT people at all. He only discriminates against people who enter through the back door. Most people would have a problem with someone breaking in through unorthodox means. It's just that Ken is more direct about it."

I felt that something was wrong. "Are you saying that you think Nick got into Harvard and your team because of Professor Ford's connections?" I asked in disbelief.

"It is not like this?" Boris mockingly responded. "Even our boss complained to us in private, regretting giving Nick the offer in the first place."

Nameless anger erupted within me, and my face darkened.

"I think there must be a big misunderstanding," I said firmly. "There is no question about Nick's professional skills. If you had read

the articles by him, you would not have misinterpreted it like that.

"Come on," Boris said dismissively. novelxo.org "Professor Ford said it all. He was his visiting professor at the time."

They were in complete denial of Nick's talent.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! When my anger peaked, I suddenly calmed down.

I shouldn't be mad at the stranger in front of me. The one who really deserved my wrath was David.

He didn't know how much he had deliberately misled the people around Nick, but he was sure that Nick's struggles at Harvard were his doing.

"Do you know the Morris Group?" I asked, keeping my cool and suppressing my anger. "I work for a pharmaceutical company

under the Morris Group. I joined right after graduating from Columbia and recently completed a project to develop a new cancer drug. My boss gave me a huge bonus and a month of vacation in recognition of my skills."

"That's amazing," Boris said, clearly confused by my sudden change of subject. "Should I say congratulations?"

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that Nick and I were studying in the same field, and Boris was now his colleague, so he must have been in the same field as well.

When he saw my papers, his initial disdain faded and he was replaced by surprise.

"I have read this newspaper!" he said, pointing to one of them. "Did you write it?"

"You can see who's the first author next to me," I said, pointing to Nick's name. "David was not at Columbia at the time and he had nothing to do with it."

At that moment, he was sure that Nick hadn't solved any of his problems, no matter what the current situation was.

He seemed like he had made the right decision to come here