Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 163. Aaron’s POV

Aaron’s POV:

I opened my eyes in a daze as the buttery morning sun- light poured through the window.

The golden light gave our room a hazy, dreamy quality. Our warm bed was enveloped by Olive’s sweet, clean smell. The corners of my lips lifted slightly. My heart was so full of joy and satisfaction, it could almost burst.

Last night had been a very good night for me and Olive.

She was more passionate than ever, as tantalizingly se- ductive as a siren luring sailors into the waves. She h*oked an arm around my neck, lifted her head slightly off the pillow, stared at me with those emerald green eyes, and called my name over and over again: “Aaron, Aaron…”

“I’m here.” I kissed both corners of her lips and lifted her up to carry her off the bed. I braced her against the dresser and watched her back in the mirror as she writhed against me, my eyes never leaving her body.

She clung tightly to me, and the sound of her coquettish little gasps was more beautiful than a symphony to my ears.

After so many years of just getting by, Olive had finally shown me what it was like to be truly happy.

It was Olive who brought me back to life. It was Olive who taught me how many wonderful things are out there waiting to be discovered. And it was Olive who made me look forward the future for the first time in a long time, because now my

to

future had her in it.

The more time I spent with her, the more I felt that I couldn’t live without her. She was my sunshine, my oxygen. With Olive, I could see myself living a peaceful and quiet life. Opening my eyes and seeing her every morning was the only excitement I needed.

friend, so naturally they wanted to spend time together. But the young, attractive Eliott made me feel

knew Olive liked me, but every time she so much as looked at Eliott, I couldn’t control the panic and blind rage that rose up from deep within my chest. This passionate feel- ing drove me crazy sometimes; I

it was messed up to think this way, but I couldn’t

control them.

I rolled over and au- tomatically reached out to scoop Olive into my arms.

jolt, only to realize that Olive wasn’t there! I couldn’t tell how long she’d been gone,

felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over my head, instantly made cold

the covers and got

the mansion. The bathroom, the living room, the dining room, the swimming pool on the top floor… But still there was

shouted for her so loudly that my voice echoed through

panicked as I continued to frantically search the mansion. I shouted until my voice went h*arse, but

avail.

floor and searched the room again and again. I could still smell Olive’s perfume on the comforter, but Olive

life together, breathing in the remnants of her perfume. I was suddenly overwhelmed

dizzy I almost collapsed. I felt like I was swaying on the edge of a cliff, about

Olive’s warm hand catching me. She was my last hope. I took a deep breath and smacked my forehead hard with the palm of my

on the edge of the dresser, and

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in my arms last night. The memory was so clear, I could almost hear the sound of her panting echoing in her ears. But where was she? Why would she

her name into the silence. “Olive…

like I’d been stranded