Chapter 72 – Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)

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He held up his bulging wallet, and I laughed until I couldn’t breathe.

“It’s good to see you smiling, Olive. From the moment I saw you today, it felt like you were preoccupied with something.” David’s smile looked genuine in the warm light. “Mind telling me about it? You know, I’m a good listener.”

“Well, it’s just….” For a moment, I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to pour my heart out and tell him everything I’d been through: my boyfriend cheating on me, my childish revenge plot, and now the confusing and difficult relationship I have with Aaron. He just seemed so wise and trustworthy.

But the moment I was about to say it, Aaron’s serious face came into my head.

‘He’s not a good guy,’ Aaron had said, and I remembered his blatant disgust for David.

“It’s just… something about the experiment. You know we’ve been having a rough time lately…”

David’s smile dropped for a moment, but when I looked back up at him, he was back to being the same kind, funny,

trustworthy man. I was probably seeing things… Maybe I’ve had too much to drink.

“I get it,” David said warmly. “Don’t worry, I happen to have done some research in that area. I hope I can help you.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Look at us… we’ve turned into boring adults who bring their work to the pub,” David teased.

“I’m not a boring adult!” I held up my ice cream, and David chuckled.

He raised his drink and took a sip. “I’m the boring one then. Another middle–aged man who has to numb himself with alcohol every day. What a failure, am I right?”

I

“You know what, there is one thing can make people young,

that is…” I held up my bowl “Ice cream! More ice cream, much younger…” I knew I’m drunk, look what I said.

But I knew he wouldn’t order it. Just looking at his plate made it obvious. His steak was mostly gone except for the fatty parts, and the fries were almost completely untouched. He ate most of the salad and drank water and wine. He was a typical gym rat and a strict control freak who kept his caloric intake in check.

“Well.” David ran a hand through his hair. “I’m too old for ice cream, and it’s too much of a burden on my body…”

gave him a look.

“But I don’t mind making an exception for you…”

I didn’t expect David to suddenly lean forward, grab a spoon, and scoop a spoonful of my ice cream, deliberately picking. the part where I ate from.

Wide–eyed, I watched as David stuck out his tongue and ate the half–melted ice cream on the silver spoon, then let out a

satisfied sound.

What the hell was he doing? I screamed internally. Someone else eating my ice cream was where I drew the line!

“What are you doing?” An angry voice came from behind me.

“Oh…” David seemed crestfallen. “I must’ve taken a wrong turn again…”

I peeked at his phone and smiled. “I can take you there.”

“That’d be great. Thank you.”

And so I led him to the restaurant on the other side of the

block.

“This is the place. Their coffee’s good and the cheese platter is always a nice choice. I think the prices are good too, but just don’t order the pizza.” I giggled.

“Thank you again for helping me. Could I buy you something to eat?” Before I could politely decline, he added, “It’d be a perfect opportunity to go over the problems you’ve had in the lab lately. Julian mentioned an issue with your formula…?”

I blinked.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting across the table from him.

I placed my usual order without glancing at the menu. “I‘|| have the mushroom soup and sirloin steak… And can I also get two scoops of ice cream? One vanilla and one chocolate.”

“I’ll have the same as the lady.” David smiled at the waiter. “But instead of the ice cream, I’ll just have a glass of champagne.”

twas really having dinner with Professor Ford! I felt like a giddy teenage girl!

While we waited for our food, David spoke up. “So I’ve been meaning to ask…”

“Go ahead.” I nodded at him to continue, thinking he probably had questions about our research.

David looked at me with narrowed eyes. “Did you and Aaron break up?”

My smile froze on my face.

Aaron didn’t answer me, but he turned his head to nuzzle his face into my hand. He leaned towards me again, his lips chasing mine to continue our kiss.

“Still want to withdraw the funding?” I ducked away from his kiss. God, I didn’t want to end up going at it with him out here in the cold. I could already feel his giant, hardening length pressing up against me through his pants.

“I won’t withdraw the money, but you have to promise me you won’t get too close to him.” Aaron hugged me tightly. “Trust me, Olive. He’s not a good person.”

“I’m not getting close to him… We’re just colleagues, that’s all.”

“But you let him eat your ice cream, I saw you,” Aaron said in an accusatory tone.

“…That was an accident.” I was inexplicably flustered by the reminder. “Aaron, I’m so cold. You drove here, can you give me a ride home?”

Aaron saw I was trying to avoid the topic, and he gave an irritated snort but didn’t press the matter any further.

As we got into Aaron’s black SUV-I was very glad he wasn’t driving the conspicuous luxury convertible today–my mind started to wander.

I couldn’t help but dwell on the same question I’d thought of earlier–Why did Aaron have such an extreme reaction to David?

The Aaron I knew was a player, and he lived a charmed life by most standards. As the second son of the Morris family, he

was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Almost every opportunity in the world was open to him. Anything he needed in life, he could buy, except maybe…

Love.

Was it possible that Aaron and David really were lovers at one point? And their relationship had ended on bad terms?

I was a little shocked by the idea. But when I thought about it carefully, it made sense. As far as I knew Aaron had usually been with girls in the past, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t gay. After all, he was much too pretty to be a straight man.

My eyes slid over to Aaron’s arms on the steering wheel, taking in his beautiful muscles, his full pecs, his well–defined abs…

“What are you staring at me for?” Aaron demanded. “You can’t wait until we get home? That’s fine, I can pull over if you want.”