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.

surprise for her later tonight, and everything was going well until the party officially started. As soon as we

that he 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

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

But I didn’t.

me if it helped her calm down. Especially

with.

was crying in my arms. Honestly, I never wanted to see her cry again. Unless she

least then she’d

my d*ck. When she pulled me by the collar for this kiss, I felt a tent rise in my pants and press against

I noticed her body squirm under the

I nipped at her earlobe and teased it

chest and pushed me back with a slight gasp. “Aaron,

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

view from the front

admit it: Olive’s a*s was a perfect peach shape. It was round and full, but it was still incredibly soft. Just palming it was enough to

breathed as I pressed her hand against

away as if I’d burned her, but I held her

was building to the point where I

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

“I don’t remember you proposing

me…”

with my. index finger, and jokingly glared at

know… I still need to think

in the night air. Her eyes shut tightly as