Cheat with my boyfriend best friend by Jane E.L.
Chapter 177

Chapter 177. A message from Vincent Olive's POV:

Why did I feel like Aaron was in front of me? Was this a hallucination from drinking too much? I blinked hard, but the grip on my hand didn't lessen even a bit.

Aaron clutched my hand tightly while his falcon-like gaze bore into my soul. I pursed my lips. Right now, the fire in Aaron's eyes was stronger than the whiskey I was drinking.

I sat there as words fell from his lips, but the music was so loud that I couldn't understand a word.

The next second, he gripped my hand even tighter. Aaron slowly crouched down as his stunning blue eyes shimmered with hope. This time, I could hear him clearly. "Olive, you can't do this."

I was so out of it that for a moment, I didn't know what he was talking about.

Then, he pushed the ring back onto my finger before bringing my hand up for a gentle kiss.

The look in his pious eyes made my heart feel like it was burning. I suddenly had trouble remembering what Aaron was like when I first met him, but from what I could remember, he had never been as humble as he was now. Yes, humble! I thought I'd never see the day that I called Aaron 'humble.'

Aaron was supposed to be the most prideful person under the sun. It made no sense for him to look like this, but right now, Aaron seemed like a puppy with its tail between its legs, terrified of abandonment.

His expression broke my heart. I couldn't help but hold Aaron's

hand tightly and dryly reply, "Get up first."

His tall figure was half-crouched in front of me, and he looked a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I raised my hand to pat his hand and blurted out, "Aaron, you look like an

anxious little puppy right now."

Aaron's expression stiffened a bit at my words, and I was worried he would be angry. But instead, he rubbed his head against my palm and asked, "So, do you forgive me?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at me pitifully. I tugged at Aaron's hand and once again said, "Hurry up and stand up."

"Answer me first: are you going to abandon me?" He held my hand tightly, and even though his lips were curled in a light smile, his eyes were full of apprehension.

I was baffled. How could he think that I wanted to abandon him? How could I ever abandon him?

"Aaron." I leaned over, pulled him upwards, and scooted him to the side so that he could sit next to me. I looked him right in the eyes and spoke my next words right from the heart. "I can't imagine my life without you by my side." Right after my confession, the shine in Aaron's eyes returned. His grip on my hand was so tight that his knuckles were slightly white. He asked, "Really?"

Really? I asked myself that question. While in the bar, I did think for a moment about breaking up with Aaron. But the mere thought of that made my heart ache like crazy.

I never thought that one day, I'd love a man so much that the mere thought of him belonging to another caused me pain. I no longer hesitated and nodded firmly. "Really."

At my answer, he pulled me into his arms and buried his head deep in the crook of my neck. I could feel his trembling breath on my

skin.

His broad fingers splayed pressed my back and his voice steadied. "Olive, I thought..."

Halfway through the sentence, he suddenly burst into a m*ffled laugh. It was the laugh of a man who had just been let free after a death sentence. I knew I'd never forget that laugh in my life.

But after a bit, he stopped laughing. He just wrapped his arms around me and held me closer. I was almost suffocated by him, and I had to tap his arm to get him to let go of me.

When he let go, I took a deep breath and asked, "What did you think I would do?"

"Oh, nothing." He glanced back over to the pink diamond on my finger. "Olive, promise me that you will never take off this ring."

The despair in his eyes had completely disappeared, and the shining smile on his face made me feel the same way as when I first met him.

I interlocked my fingers with Aaron's and nodded my head. "I promise you that unless you betray me, I will never take this ring off."

He smiled and encircled my waist with his arms, pulling me into an embrace. The rough stubble on his chin rubbed against my face, and whispered in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'll always love you, Olive."

I wasn't the kind of person to trust a promise, but when Aaron said that, I wanted to believe him with my whole heart. I looked up, and when I met his adoring, warm gaze, I felt like I was completely drunk.

I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I'm drunk."

He narrowed his eyes and his thin lips moved closer to me.

Just then, my phone buzzed. I pushed Aaron away for a moment and picked up my phone. It was a text message from Vincent.

"Olive, my mother is dying and she wants to see you. Could you come visit her?"