Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron)

followed by a deep emptiness.

“Did you major in manipulating men?” Aaron hummed appreciatively. “Bravo, you scheming little witch.”

No. I wasn’t a witch at all. If I was, I wouldn’t have lost my boyfriend in the first place.

“It’s time for you to go.” I turned my head away from him. After all of my frustration, after the wild sex, the only thing I wanted to do now was take a bath and go to bed.

“So cold,” Aaron sighed as he pulled out of me.

Knock! Knock!

“Olive, could you open up? I really want to see you. It’s about the ring…”

What the fuck?!

Why was Vincent back?!

Aaron was amused by my panicked expression, and he leaned over me with a low, sexy chuckle.

“Work your magic again, little witch.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” I lowered my voice to warn him. I furrowed my brow and silently urged him to come up with something. If this kept up, we were definitely going to get caught.

Aaron smiled lazily with a sly glint in his eyes. He whispered, “I know the perfect spell, little witch. Just say the three magic words and I’ll handle everything.”

BO COW

“Olive, are you actually hiding someone in there?” The silence. after his question made him even more suspicious.

“Open the door. I know you’re not asleep.”

Vincent pounded the door, but I couldn’t care less about him. All I was thinking about was what Aaron had said.

Three magical words.

What did he mean?

There were so many combinations of words that could exist in this world: “please help me,” or “give me money,” or “I hate you.”

But my mind was drowning in my thoughts. A million combinations whizzed through my head, but I knew they weren’t the ones Aaron wanted to hear.

“I–I,” I stuttered.

“Olive, don’t pretend to be asleep. I have the key, but I don’t want to disrespect you. If you keep ignoring me, though, I’ll force my way in.”

I heard Vincent’s threat, and strangely enough, I didn’t feel nervous at all.

My brain refused to process the consequences of cheating on him. What were the words Aaron wanted to hear? There was no time to think about Vincent. I just needed to talk to Aaron.

I love you, my inner voice screamed. I love you, I love you, I love you. The words overwhelmed my entire body and entered my bloodstream. It was like an orchestra playing in

my head.

“I…I lo…” The words reached my mouth, and I looked at Aaron’s ocean–blue eyes.

Suddenly, a piece of music rang out from the doorway, and I snapped to attention. It was the song I had sung for Vincent, and he had set it as his ringtone.

He picked up the phone and listened to the person on the other end. After a while, Vincent hung up and knocked on the door again, gently this time.

“Olive, I was too impulsive tonight. Please don’t be mad. I’m not going inside. I’ll just see you tomorrow.”

After that, the footsteps outside the door faded away.

As Vincent left, I felt a subtle sense of guilt. I’m glad I didn’t say the words since I still carried some regrets.

Had I really fallen in love with Aaron, the playboy? The man I cheated on Vincent with?

I laughed at my own stupidity. This was Aaron I was thinking about. Vincent was easy to handle, but Aaron was definitely the worst playboy I’ve ever met. I didn’t think I could handle him the way I handled Vincent. But Aaron was so handsome, it hurt.

Damn, women really did think with their vaginas.

The sex actually led me to believe Aaron was in love with me.

“Thank you,” I said to Aaron, whose expression was remarkably calm after what had happened. I didn’t expect

Aaron to have so much control that he could get Vincent’s supervisor to call him. One time, I walked past a row of magazines and saw Vincent’s boss on the cover of People, and I was amazed at how much leeway Aaron had.

“It was nothing,” Aaron said indifferently. “He was my dad’s friend.”

Fine.

Damn rich people.

I now understood why Vincent was so jealous of Aaron and still wanted to be on his side. In order to be obedient, he bit his tongue and never said anything to offend him.

Even if he wasn’t rich as fuck, Aaron’s looks alone would be enough to get a woman into bed.

After running my fingers through his chestnut curls, it made him look even more handsome. And I found that he looked sexier when he was in my bed. But maybe it wasn’t just my bed.

Maybe he looked like this in other women’s beds.

The thought suddenly soured my mood, and I frowned.

“You-” I started to say, but Aaron cut me off.

“I should go.”

He stood up, and I saw that he was covered in scratches. Some of them were bloody, and I hid my blushing cheeks. I made those marks on his skin.

“Don’t bother kicking me out, you cold–blooded little witch.” He found his underwear, looked at the cum stains on it,

frowned, and threw it away. Afterward, he started to put on his suit pants, and I gawked at him.

He was so sexy it made me weak.

“How are you going to get back?” I tried to stall him from leaving.

“I’ll walk.” He looked at the crumpled shirt and sighed, obviously not wanting to wear it again.

“I didn’t drive today. My secretary is in Paris on vacation after dropping me off, and I don’t want a third person to see me coming out of your apartment dressed like this.”

“Then maybe…” I hesitated. I knew that this man had the power to send Vincent away with one phone call, but he wouldn’t dare try to call someone to drive him home. It would tarnish his reputation.

“Or you can stay and leave tomorrow,” I finally said.

Aaron stopped wrestling with his shirt, throwing it to the

ground. I swallowed as he looked at me and smirked. Then, he walked over to the bed and lifted me in his arms.

“Really?” He teased with a raised brow.

“Hey! I only said you could stay, I didn’t say you could have another round.” I shrieked in his arms.

“What are you thinking?” Aaron gave me a lazy smile. “I was just carrying you to the shower.“”

“No don’t, I’ll go by myself.” I pushed him away, but as soon as my feet hit the ground, my legs went limp and I fell to my

knees.

Aaron’s eyes widened as he quickly helped me stand. But then his laughter rang in my ears as he picked me up and carried me in his arms.

“I fucked you so hard you can’t walk. I guess I’ll have to carry you in the end.”

“It’s all your fault!” I was so frustrated that I wanted to bite him on his shoulder, but when I saw the teeth marks, I couldn’t bring myself to do it again.

Despite the fact that I left a bloody mark on his shoulder, he didn’t say a word about it. I gently traced the teeth marks with my hand, and it seemed like the wound was a little sore.

Aaron noticed and looked at me sideways. “What, guilty? I’ll forgive you if you kiss me.”

I rolled my eyes, “We’re even. I’m not guilty of anything.”

Aaron didn’t argue with me as he carried me into the bathtub and meticulously washed my body. His hands traveled down my breasts to my thighs and I savored the warmth of his touch.

I was a little shy, but I realized that he’d seen and touched my entire body already. It was useless for me to cover up. So I closed my eyes, lay in his arms, and let him wash me. Suddenly Aaron chuckled, and I met his gaze.

“Are you enjoying this?”

I didn’t reply.

“You’re the first woman who’s ever let me wash you like this.”

I looked at him and tilted my head. “What about other girls?”

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes glinting in the light. “They can never compare to you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and studied Aaron’s gentle smile. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or not. If I take the words of a playboy seriously, I’ll end up

heartbroken in the end.

So, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on his touch.

I was really tired tonight and fell asleep in the bathtub, not even knowing when I was carried back to bed by Aaron. When I woke up again, it was morning, and I was the only one in the room. It looked like it’d been cleaned, and there was breakfast

on the table.

Aaron had just left, and I reached out and touched the other side of the bed, feeling how warm it was.

I didn’t know if I should’ve called him bold or reckless. He wasn’t worried that Vincent would come back in the middle of the night.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash up again. The marks on my body were more apparent today than yesterday. If Vincent saw my body, he would probably lose his mind.

Luckily there were no marks above my neck, and I sighed in relief.

I finished my breakfast, changed my clothes, and got ready to go out. But when I opened the door, Vincent was standing

outside.