Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 113. It’s All My Fault

“Vincent, what do you want?” I was extremely impatient with Vincent at this moment. Suddenly, I became really

confused…why I had fallen for a reckless b*stard…

Compared to Aaron, Vincent…Well, I had to apologize to

Aaron, Vincent was incomparable.

Vincent questioned furiously, “This is Aaron’s room, right? Do you two sleep together already?”

He looked at me in extreme disappointment and anger, while I indifferently broke free from his grip, stepped back, and asked faintly, “Doesn’t Emily live with you, does she?”

As heard, Vincent didn’t dare to yell at me, but scowled at me in a low voice, “No, Olive…how could she live with me…it’s impossible…don’t misunderstand us. Emily she…she got a room by herself.”

I couldn’t help but sneer, “So you have never slept with her, and I’m the one who gets this thing wrong?”

say that? I couldn’t believe that he even didn’t want to fob me off

at Vincent from the head to the toes. Well, it seemed like he became annoyed by my icy stare, “Olive, how many times have I told you… Emily and I are

to quibble groundlessly, I couldn’t take his b*llsh*t anymore, so I cut him short immediately, “Vincent, do you think I would

just lay on the same bed without doing anything, will you believe

back, but he was angry indeed, “Olive, let me just ask you about one thing: Are you really going

ask, then what about you? Are you sure

ask me. How dare he! At first, I thought that Vincent would directly deny it, but he hesitated and kept stammering. After a long time, he didn’t say anything

done,

I opened the door with the access card, but at this moment, his strong arms were tightly around me from behind, “Olive, are you jealous? If you want to be with me tonight, why don’t you just tell

me! I’m about to vomit up.” I pushed him away fiercely. I didn’t understand what was he thinking about. Was I jealous of Emily? What’s

even began to feel pity for that little b*tch, was she insane? Why did she fall in love with such a love rat? If I met her someday, I would arrange an oculist for her. I did believe

least he didn’t lie to anyone, unlike Vincent, who was philandering

me? What did he tell you? Don’t trust him. He’s a liar! Olive…okay…even if you don’t believe me, I can call

the thief himself dared to call 911 now. But who cared? Anyway, I didn’t want to hear this

door closed completely, my strength seemed to be drained away, my whole body leaned against the door, helplessly clutching