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?”

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

annoyed by my icy stare, “Olive, how many times have I told you… Emily and I are just…friends. You know, it’s not what you imagine, we…Olive, I’m badly taken, believe me, please… I’m

him short immediately, “Vincent, do you think I would

Aaron, we just lay on the same bed without doing anything,

looked at me speechlessly. After a long time, he asked as if he was holding back, but he was angry indeed, “Olive, let me just ask you about one thing: Are you

you ask, then what about you? Are you sure you will not sleep in the

me. How dare he! At first, I thought that Vincent would directly deny it, but he hesitated and kept stammering. After a

done, right?

around me from behind, “Olive, are you jealous? If you want to be with me tonight, why

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 the f*cking hell? G*d…I even wanted to throw up the meal last night. Bless

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

Aaron was also a pl*yboy, at least he didn’t lie to anyone, unlike Vincent, who was

why don’t you believe 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 Emily now,

now. But who cared? Anyway, I didn’t want to hear this nonsense anymore. So I

whole body leaned against the door, helplessly clutching my knees, lowering