Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 155: A good mea!

That evening, Aaron and I stayed in the small, sleepy little

town.

We walked through the streets holding hands, and even though we didn’t buy anything or do anything special, I felt more content than I ever had. Maybe this was what it was like to be in love. Even if we just sat around for an entire after- noon, we wouldn’t get bored as long as we were together.

Once we returned to the villa, I found Eliott sitting upright on the sofa. Cinder was draped lazily across his lap like a cat, playing with his phone, and there was a messy pile of design- er shopping bags on the floor around them.

“Olive, come check out my new dress!” she greeted me happily. “You guys are back just in time for the camping trip tomorrow. Eliott found this gorgeous campsite where you can see tons of stars at night, do you want to go with us?”

At that point, I would’ve said yes to anything that got me out of the house. I nodded and turned to Aaron. “Do you want to go?”

“Sure,” Aaron agreed without hesitation. He came over and kissed me on the cheek. “Are you hungry, babe? I can cook something if you’d like.”

I requested a few favorites, and Aaron interrogated Cin- der and the others by his gaze alone once more.

“Wow, the legendary Aaron Morris is going to cook for me. Maybe I should frame this meal and hang it on my wall so my great-granddaughter can hear about this momentous oc- casion,” Cinder teased.

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Aaron rolled his eyes. “Fine, if you’re going to be

be like that,

maybe I just won’t make you anything.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous.” Cinder smiled and gave Eliott a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry, Aaron, I’ve got the perfect sous-chef for you right here. Go help him out, okay, dear?”

them, he gave me a bashful grin, and his ears turned red again. He straightened his

was curious; Eliott seemed like the kind of guy who came from a rich family and never

Cinder smiled cheerfully at me. “But I know Aaron can cook, so maybe Eliott can too. To be honest, I never thought I’d get to try Aaron Morris’s cooking. I’m pretty lucky to have you, Olive. Maybe you

yeah? Would you buy it, then? I can save you an au-

scoffed. “I don’t need dating advice anymore!

have Eliott.”

managed to reel in such a fine specimen as Eliott Dubois?” I randomly took some Louis Vuitton packaging paper by the sofa, rolled it into a tube, and held it out toward

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She tucked her hair behind

sincerity, patience, respect, and most im- portantly…” She winked and leaned

and I threw the “micro- phone” at Cinder. “Ma’am, you can’t say things like that, this isn’t a late-night TV

draped herself against my shoulder, smirking at me. “I heard a lot of very R-rated

mouth, and she let out a m*ffled laugh before playfully trying to

kitchen. He paused in his tracks, surprised to find us wrestling on the couch like a couple

important conversation between two indepen- dent women,

scuffle with me as she ordered. “I

on your request to Eliott.” Aaron looked down his nose at us. “And by the

hours later, our dinner was

rich, sa- vory fragrance that permeated the house told me the meal would be worth the

to meet our high expectations. The appetizer was fol- lowed by a main course of lamb chops. Eliott helped Aaron take it out of the oven, and the delicious aroma immediately made my mouth

carefully but*hered the lamb chops and served them on a plate with a cre*my sauce. His movements weren’t as practiced and expert as Aaron’s, but it was still satisfying to be served such an impressive dinner by our handsome

but distinct feeling of being at home here, surrounded by the people I loved, about to enjoy a delicious hot meal. Aaron came out of the kitchen, and I hugged him around the waist and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, honey. I

eagerly to give me a kiss on the lips. Afterward, he patted my butt and whispered in my

what that “thanks” might entail. Cinder winked at me with that all- seeing gaze, and I could only shrug and sit down

Aaron was an exceptional chef, I was still amazed every time I ate

be- come a professional chef. I’d definitely throw some cash at you for more of these.”