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

Chapter 158. You're my new girlfriend

At that, the woman's face fell. She stomped over to us on her high heels, narrowing her eyes at Aaron as she demanded, "Didn't you tell me you have a girlfriend? What's she going to think about you giving this girl your number?" She shot me a fierce glare like she was blaming me for stealing Aaron's attention.

I noticed her eyes sweeping up and down my body, lin- gering on my chest for several seconds. As she assessed me, her lips curled up in a sneer. Her expression grew so poi- sonous I almost had to look away. "What? You already have a girlfriend?" I couldn't let this girl have all the fun, so I widened my eyes in an exaggerated shocked expression as I rebuked Aaron, "You can't give me your number, she'll be furious!"

I slapped Aaron's hand away from my phone, saying cold- ly, "I guess it wasn't meant to be. There's no point in adding each other anyway."

The other woman tossed her long, silky blonde hair and stuck out her chest, making sure her impressive assets were on full display. "See, handsome, this b*tch doesn't even want you. I'll give you a night you'll never forget, and besides, her t*ts aren't half as big as mine." She batted her eyelashes at Aaron and leaned in closer to him, making no effort to hide the obvious lust in her eyes.

"No," Aaron said coldly to the big-breasted beauty. He walked straight up to me and cupped my chin with one hand. "I like yours better."

His words fell as softly as s*owflakes in the cold winter air. Time seemed to freeze as Aaron's lips descended toward

mine, and he gave me a warm, wet French kiss right in front of the blonde woman.

I was a little embarrassed to have Aaron kissing me with an audience. But when I thought of how pushy and arrogant this woman was, I was overcome by relief, and I kissed Aaron back as hard as I could. My possessive instincts toward Aaron had completely washed away my usual shyness. Aaron seemed surprised by my passionate response, and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his arms, his tongue roaming the inside of my mouth like a snake.

I was so thoroughly enraptured by his kiss, my knees al- most gave out, and suddenly Aaron was supporting my entire weight. He laughed, squeezed me tightly against his chest, and gave me a kiss on the forehead, saying in a ho*rse voice, "I think I'll take you as my new girlfriend."

Was this guy addicted to messing around?

But his authoritative declaration made me very happy, es- pecially when I saw the ugly expression on the blonde woman's face. I couldn't help it; I broke out into a big grin.

"How's that, baby, are you relieved now?" Aaron asked me with a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mischief.

The woman's eyes widened, and she looked at me and Aaron with disbelief. She seemed to finally realize my true identity, and she was so embarrassed, she couldn't even speak. Watching her slink away dejectedly like a cat sprayed with a water bottle, I couldn't restrain myself from chuckling a lit- tle.

After I was done laughing, I felt a little annoyed with Aaron again. I shoved him away from me, aiming a playful kick at his shins, although I couldn't bring myself to put any real force behind it. "Hmph! You're a real hit with the ladies, aren't you? I bet you enjoyed every second of that."

Aaron didn't even frown. He pretended to sniff the air, looking around as if confused. "Huh? What's that weird smell, is it... could it be... jealousy?"

I pushed his shoulder again. "Oh, go back to that blonde Barbie doll of yours."

Aaron snorted and laughed with arrogant swagger and confidence. "She's the one who wouldn't leave me alone. I mean, who can blame her, I'm just too charming. That's why you fell in love with me, isn't it?"

I didn't know what to say to that. After a moment, I stuck out my arm and shoved a cup of hot chocolate into Aaron's hand. "Shut up and drink your drink!"

He hurriedly grabbed the cup. "Ah, so you are jealous."

"No way!" I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin again and turned to stride forward.

He easily kept up with me on his long legs, his expression turning serious. "Olive, if other people like me, that's their business. But there's only one person I care about, and that's you. And that's never going to change, for as long as I live." Aaron almost had some sort of supernatural ability to comfort me. Whenever I was most fearful and worried, he al- ways found a way to calm my emotions.

When I thought of how he had firmly rejected that s*xy snow bunny just now, I felt my heart swelling with affection.

I deliberately avoided Aaron's burning-hot gaze and turned to look at the restaurant beside us. "I'm hungry, let's get something to eat."

Aaron was such a smart guy, but he still seemed clueless about why I was keeping him at arm's length.

He sighed a little. "Olive, you don't understand anything."

I pretended not to hear him and changed the topic hurriedly. "I want to try the signature dish here, it's roast leg of lamb. I wonder if it's as delicious as yours."

Aaron laughed and shook his head, letting the subject drop. He reached for my hand and held it tightly as we walked into the restaurant.

After eating, we put all of our shopping bags in the car and continued to wander around the quiet town.

As we walked, I suddenly caught sight of a tattoo shop on the side of the road. The store's huge floor-to-ceiling windows were covered in posters of various clients. The patterns of the tattoos were very exquisite, like carefully carved works of art, with a unique, eye-catching style.

"What are you looking at?" Aaron asked, seeing me pause to look at the displays.

I came back to my senses and pulled him along by the el- bow. "Nothing."

But as we walked, I couldn't resist the urge to turn back

and take a peek at the address of the tattoo shop.

111 Angel Street.