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?”

he gave me a bashful grin, and his ears turned red again. He straightened his clothes nervously, then got up and followed

I was curious; Eliott seemed like the kind of guy who came from a rich family

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 should write a book about how

you buy it, then? I

“I don’t need dating

have Eliott.”

Eliott Dubois?” I randomly took some Louis Vuitton packaging paper by the sofa, rolled it into a tube, and held it out toward Cinder like a reporter with

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tucked her hair behind her ear,

patience, respect, and most im- portantly…” She

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

smirking at me. “I heard a lot

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

in his tracks, surprised to find us wrestling on the couch like a couple of bickering kids. “Hey, what’s going on

between two indepen- dent women, it’s none of your business!” I glared at

scallops, thanks,” Cinder requested, con- tinuing to scuffle with me as she ordered. “I

to Eliott.” Aaron looked down his nose at us. “And by the way,

hours later, our

Cinder and I were starving by then, but the rich, sa- vory fragrance that permeated the house told me the

appetizer was fol- lowed by a main course of lamb chops. Eliott helped Aaron take

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

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 know you worked hard, and everything

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

with images of what that “thanks” might entail. Cinder winked at me with that all- seeing gaze, and I

Aaron was an exceptional chef, I was

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