Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Aaron’s POV

When Olive kissed me, my heart swelled with joy.

It’s not the first time, but my heart still beat for her every time.

And I felt this time, something was different.

I could not figure out what exactly the difference was. Tonight, so many things happened. And my brain had already paralyzed in joy when my eyes caught her in this club. I could not think anything, except her.

She looked gorgeous.

And she looked mine.

I loved this woman, even if she had no idea. I’d tried my hardest to lure her step-by-step into my trap, but in the end, she came to me willingly.

Not once did I feel ashamed of being the ‘other man’ in her relationship. Before, I thought I could continue being her dirty secret for the rest of my life. As long as I was with her, I didn’t

care.

But now, I wanted her all to myself. I wanted to openly and honestly be hers.

And for her to be mine.

I desperately wanted to tell her all of the secrets that I’d kept from her, but now wasn’t the time. That day will come soon,

but not yet.

was going well until the party officially started. As soon as we played that game, the steady harmony between

was cheating on her. I even wanted him to out Emily in the process. My initial intention was to help Olive finally be rid of him, but it turned out that I had seriously overstepped. I never imagined that my good intentions would earn me

practiced martial arts for years, after all-and it wouldn’t have been

But I didn’t.

was upset, then I was willing to let her hit me if it

with.

arms. Honestly, I never wanted to see her

least then she’d be

her, and neither could my d*ck. When she pulled me by the collar for this kiss, I felt a tent rise in my pants and press against her

it too, because I noticed her body squirm

as my lips kissed their way to her ear. I nipped at her earlobe and teased it with my tongue, and I

my chest and pushed me back with a slight gasp. “Aaron, not

here,” I whispered. I slid my hands past her hips and

wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. A view from the front or the back was enough to make any man’s

a perfect peach shape. It was round and full, but it was still

need you,” I breathed as I pressed

if I’d burned her, but I held her in place.

the point where I thought I

the color drained from my face at the sudden pain. I buried my face

don’t

me…”

raised my head, picked up her chin with my. index finger, and jokingly

still need to think about

her, and her burgundy hair fluttered in the night air. Her eyes shut