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?”

couldn’t believe that he even didn’t want to fob

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 just…friends. You know, it’s not what you imagine, we…Olive, I’m badly taken,

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

just lay on the same bed without doing anything,

but he was angry indeed, “Olive, let me just ask you about one thing: Are you really going to stay in this room

sure you will not sleep in the same bed with Emily

such a shameless b*stard. I never expect that he’d have the gut to 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

done, right?

that, 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

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

that little b*tch, was she insane? Why did she fall in love with such a love rat? If I met

was also a pl*yboy, at least he didn’t lie to anyone, unlike Vincent, who was philandering and a coward at the

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

thief himself dared to call 911 now. But who cared? Anyway, I didn’t want to hear this nonsense anymore. So I just ignored him and entered

closed completely, my strength seemed to be drained away, my whole body leaned against the door, helplessly clutching my knees, lowering my head. I…I was