Filed to story: Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)
I didn’t think he was that type of person. But I also didn’t believe that Aaron would lie to me about this.
My mind was tangled into knots, and I couldn’t accept that I had once dated such a despicable man. A cutthroat villain who sacrificed his own honor and took advantage of Emily to serve his own ambition.
“Why are you so upset?” Aaron tilted my chin up toward him again, this time with a bit of force, and I inhaled sharply in response.
But at the moment, Aaron was like a lion poised to attack. He narrowed his eyes menacingly, and his face moved closer to mine inch by inch. “Olive, are you feeling sorry for Vincent?”
I shook my head hard and slapped his hand away. “I…”
Just as I was about to explain, Aaron suddenly swept aside all the food and dishes on the dining room table behind me, and he pressed me back against the white tablecloth.
He ruthlessly tore off my skirt and panties in one smooth motion, then ripped off his bath towel and tossed it aside.
Before I knew it, my ankles were draped over Aaron’s shoulders, and he was positioning himself between my legs. I had no time to prepare before Aaron rammed straight into me.
I was still immersed in grief and sadness about my relationship with Vincent, and my lack of arousal made me cry out in pain when I felt Aaron penetrate me without warning.
He gripped my legs firmly in both hands, positioning me so he could thrust deeper into me. After several strokes, I felt the familiar pleasure of sex with Aaron, suffusing my entire body like I was being pulled beneath a powerful wave.
I was immediately ashamed of myself for my initial reaction. And to make matters worse, this position allowed Aaron a clear view of what he was doing to me. His eyes were glued to the place where our hips joined together, thrusting harder and harder as I moaned beneath him.
But Aaron was completely silent as he gritted his teeth and rammed into me with an almost violent force. His movements were so fierce and intense that within a few moments, I was trembling and writhing beneath him as I came.
Still, Aaron had no mercy on me and continued to thrust savagely. My p*ssy was more sensitive than usual after my o*gasm, and with each of Aaron’s strokes, I felt like I was going to die.
I subconsciously clenched around him, wanting him to pull out sooner.
“Aaron, hurry up, I can’t take it anymore! Ah, that’s too much…”
Aaron turned a deaf ear to my protests. He stared at me with a sullen expression and continued the fast-paced motion. It wasn’t until half an hour later that he finally sank deep into me for the last time, and I felt his hot c*m spilling into me, running down my legs and mingling with the wetness of my own arousal.
Barely a moment later, Aaron stood up and silently carried me into the bathroom, where he threw me into the bathtub and cleaned me up.
His expression was terrifying; I had never seen him look so angry.
Although I was exhausted, I stood up in the bathtub and wrapped my arms tightly around him. “Aaron, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t speak, and his arms dangled limply by his sides, pointedly refusing to hug me back. Just when I thought he was giving me the silent treatment, Aaron suddenly leaned in and kissed me hard.
After a long minute, I was almost out of breath, and I tapped his shoulder desperately to make him pull away. Aaron rested his forehead against mine and whispered gruffly to me, “Olive, please, stop trying to defend Vincent. The way you’re acting makes me think you’re still in love with him.”
What? I shook my head automatically. After everything he’d done, of course I wasn’t still in love with Vincent. But now I finally knew why Aaron was so angry. He was jealous.
I took Aaron’s hand and threaded my fingers through his, interlocking our hands tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm pressing against mine. I looked up and asked him, “Who do you think I’m in love with?
Can’t you tell?”
Finally, Aaron seemed to calm down, and his eyebrows relaxed as his tense expression smoothed over.
When I got out of the bathtub, Aaron wrapped me up in his bathrobe and carried me to the bed. I waited for him to clean himself up before I said, “Let’s continue our conversation where we left off. If Emily already knew Vincent at the time I met him, doesn’t that make me the mistress?”
My tone was calm, but I knew Aaron could hear the distress and frustration layered just beneath the surface.
Aaron sighed and held me tightly in his arms. “Olive, I regret telling you all of this. Please don’t think about it anymore. You haven’t done anything wrong here.”
I shook my head and pushed him away. I knew the intimate, seductive scent of amber on his body would distract me, and I needed to clear my head right now.
Despite a few gaps in my knowledge, I tried to imagine the timeline as clearly as possible. I attended graduate school in the Midwest, and it was during that time that I decided I would apply to Columbia for my PhD. As I prepared to apply, I started paying attention to the top students at Columbia University.
That was when I met Vincent. He was handsome, funny, smart, and he was an intern at Morgan Stanley. With his academic passion and his great sense of style, I couldn’t help liking him immediately.
When Vincent found out I was trying to choose a school for my PhD, he enthusiastically started introducing me to professors and researchers at Columbia, helping me gain a foothold at the college.
From his actions, anyone would have realized he was falling for me.
But although Vincent was warm and friendly, he wasn’t too aggressive, and he kept some distance between us. He always spoke respectfully to me, and even when no one was around, he never tried anything inappropriate. He seemed both sincere and polite in every interaction.
Our relationship only progressed to another level when he got his official job offer from Morgan Stanley. When he heard the news, he was as happy and giddy as a kid in a candy store. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he jumped up to hug me in the restaurant where we were eating.
Finally, he pulled me into a secluded corner, covered my eyes with his hands, and asked softly, “Olive, can I kiss you now?”
That was the day Vincent got his job offer, and it was also the first day that Vincent and I were officially together.
After that, we went on several dates, and Vincent carefully chose the location each time.
I had offers from several universities, but the professor I admired the most had a full research lab and was no longer offering PhD positions.
Largely because of Vincent, I finally chose to accept my offer from Columbia University.
During those early stages of our relationship, Vincent became more and more involved with his career, and I was busy with my studies.
We didn’t have time to go on as many dates as before, but whenever I was exhausted from a long day at the lab, he would take time off and take me on a vacation to relax.
He cared for me in every possible way, and even when we weren’t together, I knew he was thinking about me. That’s why I felt so embarrassed and angry when I found out that Vincent was having an affair with Emily.
But now I was finding out that our entire life together had been a lie.
Judging from the timeline Aaron had explained to me, Vincent and Emily knew each other well before I came into the picture. From Emily’s perspective, Vincent was having an affair with me!
This was almost too much for me to take.
I was short of breath, overwhelmed by pain and betrayal, and I tried to stop thinking about it. But my mind was already racing ahead, and I realized that Vincent must have wanted to get rid of Emily after he successfully used her to get his job at Morgan Stanley.
Maybe meeting me had seemed like the perfect opportunity to do that.
“Olive.” Aaron put his arms around my trembling shoulders and pulled me in close to him, planting a feather-light kiss on my forehead. “Can you try to calm down?”
I choked out a bitter laugh. “Aaron, did Vincent stop seeing Emily because of me?”
I thought of Emily’s undisguised hostility and resentment toward me.
At the time, I thought Emily was completely in the wrong. From my perspective, she had seduced my boyfriend away, and she’d tried to start fights with me on several occasions.
But from Emily’s perspective, all that ‘provocation was completely justified! How could she not blame me for taking Vincent away from her?
She had known Vincent longer than me, and she’d put more effort into their relationship, even going so far as to help Vincent get a good job and elevate his status in society. But in the end, once Vincent had everything he wanted, he abandoned her and ran off with me instead.
In being with the man I thought I loved, how badly had I hurt Emily?
Aaron’s expression stiffened. He didn’t answer my question, just came over and kissed me on the lips, obviously trying to distract me.
As he started to pin me to the bed again, I reached up and braced a hand against his shoulder. “Not now, Aaron.”
“Okay, okay.” Aaron sat up and started toying with my fingers absentmindedly, still pointedly ignoring my question.
But by this point, I was so desperate for answers. I turned my face toward’s Aaron’s and locked eyes with him before I asked again,
“Aaron, tell me. Did he dump Emily for me? Is that the truth?”