Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend By Jane E.L. Chapter 78

F*ck len

I s*ipped the day with Nick, and we ran to the Beast Pub to get drunk.

I’ve never been a big fan of beer, but tonight was totally for Nick. I could understand how he was feeling at the moment, and it was just like when I desperately needed an outlet for my emotions.

Nick ordered a whole bunch of c*cktails for the both of us, and I marveled at the colors of each glass.

After three rounds of drinks, I got a call from Vincent asking where I was and if I wanted to come to the party.

The bar was deafening, and the DJ was so loud that I could barely hear what was being said on the phone. I felt like I didn’t even have to tell Vincent since he could guess where I

was.

“Who are you at the bar with? Why didn’t you call me?” Vincent’s eager voice had a hint of questioning in it.

I was amused that he was pretending to care when he was obviously cheating on me.

“Nick’s boyfriend cheated on him, and he was upset, so I came to drink with him.”

On the subject of cheating, Vincent fell silent. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Vincent, you’d never cheat on me, right?”

Vincent didn’t hesitate to say, “I would never, Olive! I will always love you.”

How funny, how shameless.

Nick looked at me and yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Olive, who’s that on the phone?! Are you going back home?”

I grabbed a bright orange c*cktail and raised my glass to Nick.

“No! Tonight is your night.”

Nick’s drunken eyes lit up, and he grinned.

“To our night!” He lifted a glass of whiskey and downed it in one swig.

Nick, who was on his fifth shot, stood up at the table and held up his glass.

“The whole house is on me tonight!”

There was a cheer from everyone in the bar.

“Now, everyone, say it with me!” Nick raised his glass. “F*ck men!”

“F*ck men!” The enthusiastic cheers shook the room, and I raised my glass along with them and drank the night away.

After tucking a drunken Nick into a taxi, I stood on the sidewalk. I didn’t want to go back home and see Vincent’s hypocritical face. I didn’t want to lie in the same bed with him. Alcohol did not cure me. I guessed I need something stronger…

I need sex.

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Every now and then, my mind wandered to that one man with his curly brown hair and smirk.

Aaron.

I pulled out my phone and found Aaron’s number in my contacts. I hesitated, but in my drunken stupor, I unblocked him and dialed it.

It’s ok, Olive. You just want to have sex. Men sucks. But You want to f*ck a man.

He quickly answered the phone, and Aaron’s low, s*xy voice came through the receiver. “Hello, darling. Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Did you miss me?”

I tried to hide my sound of agreement but couldn’t.

“Mhmm,” I slurred. I wanted to see him so badly. I told myself that it wasn’t what I wanted, that it was the alcohol talking.

But then I heard Aaron’s low chuckle, and my brain got even more confused.

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

I told Aaron my location, and the next thing I heard was the sound of a car starting. G*d d*mn, did he really want to see me that bad?

I sat on the side of the road, my hair blowing in the cold wind. After a few minutes, I sighed and felt the booze muddling my thoughts.

Just when I thought I was going to freeze, a sports car

stopped in front of me. Aaron had switched cars again, and

this time he was in a red Ferrari.

Aaron got out of the car, and his hair was a little wet. It looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower and smelled like the fresh pine scent of body soap.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Aaron couldn’t help but laugh when he saw me sitting on the curb, looking dumbly at his st*pidly handsome face.

I stood up and practically flung myself into his arms. At Aaron’s surprised look, I cupped his face and kissed it.

Aaron didn’t expect me to be so passionate tonight, and after a brief moment of confusion, he gripped my waist and kissed me back.

On Christmas Eve and in the streets of New York City, two people passionately kissed underneath a streetlamp.

S*owflakes started falling in the sky; landing on Aaron’s soft curls and melting in the heat of our kiss.

Aaron kissed me until I was gasping for air. Once he pulled away, he took a good look at me and sighed.

“You smell and taste like booze. Are you drunk?”

“I’m not drunk.” I h*oked my hand around his neck and shook my head.

Aaron laughed and lifted his hand to pinch my frozen red cheeks. “It’s not like you to be this clingy when you’re sober. Just get in the car and keep yourself warm.” With that, he took my hand and opened the passenger door for me.

As we drove, Aaron glanced sideways at me. “What got you so excited tonight?”

“My co-worker’s boyfriend cheated on him.” I said flatly, staring at him.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, “So, you empathized and went drinking?”

“Sort of. I just feel like I can’t trust men. Why do they still choose to cheat when they’re already with someone who loves them? I don’t understand.”

I understood even less about Vincent. He cheated on me with Emily and proceeded to lie and tell me he loved me.

If I didn’t know about his cheating and got married to him, was he just going to f*ck two women for the rest of his life?

“I’m not like those men. I don’t cheat,” Aaron said.

I stared at the side of his face for a second and nodded.

“Yeah, you don’t even have a steady girlfriend. You change girlfriends faster than you change clothes, so of course, it’s not cheating. You’re just a p*ayboy.”

Aaron jerked his head to look at me. I didn’t know what I said wrong, but maybe it was just hard for him to hear the truth.

“Maybe, you should just be the only woman hanging out with me,” Aaron said carelessly. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

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