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

cook?” I was curious; Eliott seemed like the kind of guy who came from a rich family and never had to worry about

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 should write a book about how you tamed the famous tomcat. I’m sure every girl in New York would be lining up

it, then? I can save you an au-

scoffed. “I don’t need

have Eliott.”

specimen as Eliott Dubois?” I randomly took some Louis Vuitton packaging paper by the sofa, rolled it into a tube, and

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tucked her hair behind

most im- portantly…” She winked and leaned in to whisper mysteriously

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

against my shoulder, smirking at me. “I heard a lot of very R-rated noises coming from your bedroom last

over Cinder’s mouth, and she let out a m*ffled

in his tracks, surprised to find us wrestling on the couch like a couple of bickering kids.

conversation between two indepen- dent women, it’s

requested, con- tinuing to scuffle with me as she ordered. “I like mine with a little char around the

Eliott.” Aaron looked down his nose at us. “And by the way, get your hands off

our

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

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 water. Cinder and I exchanged an impressed look; who knew our

practiced and expert as Aaron’s, but it was still satisfying to be served

the people I loved, about to enjoy a delicious hot meal. Aaron came out

lowered his head eagerly to give me a kiss on the lips. Afterward, he patted my butt and

mind suddenly flooded with images of what that “thanks” might entail. Cinder winked at me with that all- seeing gaze, and I could only shrug and

already knew Aaron was an exceptional chef, I was still amazed

maybe when you run out of money, you can be- come a professional chef. I’d definitely throw some cash at