Chapter 95 – Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)

Love Hate

Aaron Morris was there.

The f*cking golden boy that all woman crazy about this night was there, in front of me.

But I didn’t feel happy.

Actually, I did not know what I feel. It could not be simplify as ‘happy’ or ‘hate’. Right now, my mind was full of different voices, and my heart felt like it’d been thrown into a furnace, cold and numb, and the thrashing flames had finally reached my brain.

And when I saw his face, his beautiful f*cking face, I knew my feelings immediately.

It’s anger.

Aaron made a public spectacle out of me for fun!

I raised my hands without hesitation, and when I raise it, I myself did not what I want to do.

Did I want to slap him? I got surprised myself.

And I still troubled in that when my hand really hit his face.

Slap!

“Olive, you-” He tried to hug me from behind, his voice sounded still and calm. Why could he be still calm like that? He made me the irrational crazy one.

He must be happy tonight, everything just happened as he

wished. why not happy? I guess he was the second happiest people tonight.

The first one must be Emily.

I shoved him off of me.

Sneering, I ripped his jacket off my shoulders and threw it on the ground. Then I turned around and slapped him as hard as I could. My voice rang out loud and clear: “Mr. Morris! Were you trying to make a fool of me tonight?!”

His head whipped to one side and a strand of hair fell over his eyes. An angry red handprint covered one side of his face, but it wasn’t swelling. If anything, the red tint gave him a sort of broken beauty.

But I didn’t want to stop to admire it.

I looked at Aaron with cold eyes as my voice trembled. “happy now, huh?”

Aaron looked up at me with his bloodshot blue eyes. I thought he’d be angry, and I even expected him to slap me back. I hated his ‘decent’ this time. And I did not want to be the only one care about it.

Besides, he was the second son of ‘THE’ Morris Group. This was probably the first time he’d been slapped by a woman. Wouldn’t he be furious?

But he didn’t. Instead, he rushed forward and hugged me, and his embrace was too strong for me to refuse.

I struggled, but nothing work.

Locked in his arms, I inhaled his unique scent. It was powerful and warm-so warm that I wanted to cry. But what was going on? First, he stabs me in the back. Now, he’s holding me?

“You let go right now!” I struggled to break free from his embrace. He didn’t move at all. He held me tightly, and I heard him whispering in my ear over and over that he was sorry.

I stopped thrashing, and the violent anger in my heart cooled. I read some paper said human’s smells were more powerful and important even most of us did not realize it. We believed in our eyes, we trust what we see most times, but our brain trust the smells.

And my brain, just betrayed my feelings, compromised to that familiar smell.

The sensation swept over me until my eyes started to burn, and my tears fell without warning. “What’s ‘sorry’ gonna do? Do you know how badly you just humiliated me? You turned me into a joke in front of all of my friends…”

“I am sorry, bebe. I…”

He finally let go of me and continued to apologize while wiping my tears away, but they only flowed faster. They fell down my cheeks like endless strings of pearls.

I admit I was being pathetic. I should’ve calmly blamed Aaron and asked him to explain himself, but when he was being so gentle to me, I lost control over my emotions. All I could do was let the pent-up frustration in my heart burst free.

“Aaron, did you see how they looked at me? You don’t- You have no way of understanding how I feel. You just wanted to

embarrass Vincent at my expense… Now you’ve done it.”

Aaron shook his head in a panic, like a child who’d done something wrong. “No, no, no. It’s not like that, Olive. I just wanted to help you…”

“But now everyone knows that my boyfriend cheated on me! Now they’re all laughing at me behind my back! I’m just a st*pid, naive woman to them! What did I do to deserve this?!” Just thinking about what happened made my heart ache so badly that I could hardly breathe.

“I’m sorry… but it’s not your fault. It’s Vincent’s.” Aaron took my face in his hands. His blue eyes were filled with sincerity. “Olive, you are the most incredible woman in the world. Vincent was an idiot for cheating on you. He doesn’t deserve you. In fact, you deserve so much better.”

I sobbed and looked at him with teary eyes. “Really?”

I knew he was just try to say something sweet bull*hits, and usually you cannot trust man in such situation, but hell, I needed something sweet Right Now!

“Of course.” He took a deep breath and continued, “But a selfish part of me is glad he did it. I mean, meeting you was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I was suddenly afraid of where this was going. This was too sudden.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Right now, while I looked straight into Aaron’s eyes, they were full of determination and sincerity.

I knew it.

He loved me.

In countless nights, I have been toss about it. And now I got a confirmed answer from his eyes.

‘will he kneel down and propose with that eight million diamond?’

When Aaron bent down, this idea suddenly occurred in my mind. And then I found he was just picking up the jacket I had thrown away.

‘what are you thinking!!!’ I blamed myself.

He brushed the dust off and draped it over my shoulders again. “It’s alright, darling. Don’t waste any more tears on him. Even though you’re beautiful when you cry, I’d much rather see you smile.”

With that, he placed a tender k**s on my forehead. It was as light as a feather brushing against my skin, and it was gone with the next cold breeze that swept past.

I couldn’t help but break into tears and smile as adoration flooded my heart. I looked at his reddened cheek, and I reached out to caress it. I felt guilty. “Does it hurt?”

At that moment, all I wanted was to vent my frustration. Now that I was thinking clearly, I regretted hitting him.

Aaron smiled and moved his face closer to mine. “Not if you

k**s it better.”

I rolled my eyes. I walked into that one.

When Aaron didn’t get what he wanted right away, he leaned in to give me a k**s on the cheek. His voice was low, yet clear. “Olive… Even though I made a mess out of tonight, I’m still glad that I get to spend Christmas with you this year.””

I looked up at him-at his mesmerizing eyes. They reflected the vast starry sky above our heads.

My eyes moved to his l*ps. While we were playing that silly game inside, I was suppressing the urge to k**s him. Now that we were alone, I could do just that.

I reached up to tug him down by his collar, and I k**sed him.