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

out Emily in the process. My initial intention was to help Olive finally be rid of him, but it turned out that

years, after all-and it wouldn’t have been a challenge to catch her hand

But I didn’t.

I was willing to let her hit me if

with.

crying in my arms. Honestly, I never wanted to see

least then she’d be

she pulled me by the collar for this kiss, I felt a tent rise

it too, because I noticed her body squirm under the

to her ear. I nipped at her earlobe and teased it with my tongue,

hand against my chest and pushed me back with a slight gasp.

worry, it’s secluded. No one will find us here,” I whispered. I slid my hands past

imagination. A view from the front or the

full, but it was still incredibly soft. Just palming it was enough to make my mind fog

breathed as I pressed her hand against

as if I’d burned her, but I held her in place. I nipped her earlobe again and begged her

the point where

color drained from my face at the sudden pain. I buried my face into the crook of her neck and hissed, “Are you trying

“I don’t remember you proposing

me…”

my. index finger, and jokingly glared at

don’t know… I still need to think

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