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.

well until the party officially started. As soon as

the rules of the game to try to force Vincent to admit 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

could’ve avoided it-I’ve practiced martial arts for years, after all-and it wouldn’t have been a challenge to catch her hand by

But I didn’t.

I was willing to let her hit me if it helped her calm down. Especially since this was my

with.

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

least then she’d be

When she pulled me by the collar for this kiss, I felt a tent rise in my pants and

felt it too, because I noticed her body squirm

at her earlobe and teased it with my tongue, and I relished the feeling

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

I whispered. I slid my hands past her hips and wantonly kneaded the flesh

to the imagination. A view from the front or the back

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

I breathed as I pressed her hand against

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

pressure was building to the point where I thought I was going to

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

“I don’t

me…”

her chin with my. index finger, and jokingly glared at her. “As if you’d

know… I still need to think about

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