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.

this trip. Of course, Cinder was Olive’s best friend, so naturally they wanted to spend time together. But the young,

rose up from deep within my chest. This passionate feel- ing drove me crazy sometimes; I loved Olive so much, I felt like I was drowning in her. But at least it was useful in bed, where I felt compelled to claim Olive’s body again and again to prove that her love for me was

was messed up to think this way, but I couldn’t seem to control these

control them.

au- tomatically reached out to

to realize that Olive wasn’t there! I couldn’t tell how long she’d been gone, and her side

felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over my head, instantly made cold and disoriented by her ab- sence. I was too stunned to move for a moment

off the covers and got

the dining room, the swimming pool on the top floor…

my voice echoed through

frantically search the mansion. I shouted until my voice went h*arse, but still

avail.

room again and again. I could still

and quiet. I stood alone in our room, staring around me at the small artifacts of our life together, breathing in

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

hope. I took a deep breath and smacked

back, bracing myself on the edge of the dresser, and held my

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in my arms last night. The memory was so clear, I could almost hear the sound of her

name into the silence.

me. I felt like I’d been stranded alone on a desert island, an island without