Cheat with my boyfriend best friend by Jane E.L.
Chapter 101

Aaron's POV

When Olive kissed me, my heart swelled with joy.

It's not the first time, but my heart still beat for her every time.

And I felt this time, something was different.

I could not figure out what exactly the difference was. Tonight, so many things happened. And my brain had already paralyzed in joy when my eyes caught her in this club. I could not think anything, except her.

She looked gorgeous.

And she looked mine.

I loved this woman, even if she had no idea. I'd tried my hardest to lure her step-by-step into my trap, but in the end, she came to me willingly.

Not once did I feel ashamed of being the 'other man' in her relationship. Before, I thought I could continue being her dirty secret for the rest of my life. As long as I was with her, I didn't

care.

But now, I wanted her all to myself. I wanted to openly and honestly be hers.

And for her to be mine.

I desperately wanted to tell her all of the secrets that I'd kept from her, but now wasn't the time. That day will come soon,

but not yet.

Before coming to this party, I'd planned a surprise for her later tonight, and everything was going well until the party officially started. As soon as we played that game, the steady harmony between us shattered.

I used the rules of the game to try to force Vincent to admit that he was cheating on her. I even wanted him to out Emily in the process. My initial intention was to help Olive finally be rid of him, but it turned out that I had seriously overstepped. I never imagined that my good intentions would earn me a slap in the face.

I could've avoided it-I've practiced martial arts for years, after all-and it wouldn't have been a challenge to catch her hand by the wrist.

But I didn't.

If she was upset, then I was willing to let her hit me if it helped her calm down. Especially since this was my fault to begin

with.

My heart broke while she was crying in my arms. Honestly, I never wanted to see her cry again. Unless she was in my bed.

At least then she'd be comfortable.

This woman must have been sent from heaven to save me. I couldn't resist her, and neither could my d*ck. When she pulled me by the collar for this kiss, I felt a tent rise in my pants and press against her abdomen.

Maybe she felt it too, because I noticed her body squirm under the pressure.

I couldn't help but smile as my lips kissed their way to her ear. I nipped at her earlobe and teased it with my tongue, and I relished the feeling of her trembling in my arms.

Olive put her hand against my chest and pushed me back with a slight gasp. "Aaron, not here."

"Don't worry, it's secluded. No one will replace us here," I whispered. I slid my hands past her hips and wantonly kneaded the flesh of her a*s.

The tight skirt she wore didn't leave much to the imagination. A view from the front or the back was enough to make any man's blood boil.

I had to admit it: Olive's a*s was a perfect peach shape. It was round and full, but it was still incredibly soft. Just palming it was enough to make my mind fog and my d*ck twitch.

"I need you," I breathed as I pressed her hand against my d*ck. "Please."

She tried to yank her hand away as if I'd burned her, but I held her in place. I nipped her earlobe again and begged her to help me.

The pressure was building to the point where I thought I was going to die.

She giggled and gave me a harsh squeeze, and all of the color drained from my face at the sudden pain. I buried my face into the crook of her neck and hissed, "Are you trying to kill your future husband?" She hummed lightly. "I don't remember you proposing to

me..."

I immediately raised my head, picked up her chin with my. index finger, and jokingly glared at her. "As if you'd marry anyone else."

"I don't know... I still need to think about it."

The breeze hit her, and her burgundy hair fluttered in the night air. Her eyes shut tightly as she shivered.

I was so frustrated, but all I could do was laugh. I knew she was toying with me on purpose. The only person in the world who'd deny me for this long was Olive.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

"You have to marry me, Olive. Or else."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Or else what?"

I looked down into her emerald green eyes, and they narrowed like a cat's. F*ck, all I wanted was to pin her to the bed and pound her until she begged for mercy. At that moment, my eyes turned dark with lust and possessiveness.

Olive frowned, and her eyes widened in alarm. "Why are you looking at me like that...? Something tells me you're thinking bad thoughts."

I poked her cheek with the tip of my tongue and chuckled. "You're absolutely right."

With that, I lowered my head and put my lips on hers, covering the mouth that I loved and hated all at the same time.

She froze for just a moment, then h*oked her hands around the back of my neck and responded passionately to my kiss.

This woman was all mine. For now, at least.

But I hoped, more than anything, that she'd be mine forever.