Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 13

Getting one up on your cheating boyfriend was fun.

Getting one up on his playboy friend was fun, too.

But in hindsight, I was already regretting my decision. When Aaron called me a bitch earlier, he was just messing around, but now, that was my reality.

I pulled my coat tighter around myself as I stepped outside of the hotel. As I made my way down the stairs leading into the lobby, I saw a black Lamborghini parked at the bottom. A woman was taking a long drag from a cigarette as she leaned against the car. As my steps grew closer, she turned and smiled at me.

It was Daisy, the woman Aaron had handed the keys to earlier this night.

I glanced down at my watch. It was two o’clock. Had she really been waiting here for four hours? Was she going to get her turn with Aaron now? That man really was something…

Then she tilted her head toward the car. “Get in.”

What?

I watched her slip into the driver’s seat and hesitated for a moment before getting in next to her.

She lit up with excitement as she geared up and snickered to herself. “He’s never let me drive his baby before… Where do you live?”

I gave her my address and added softly, “Are you… gonna take me home?”

She grinned. “Well, yeah. It’s not gonna drive itself.”

From our brief introduction earlier, it seemed like Daisy and I were both Aaron’s mistresses-or friends-with-benefits if he really didn’t have a girlfriend-so I imagined there would be a volatile tension between us.

I know how jealous and territorial women can get. Emily was a perfect example: even though she didn’t want me to find out about her and Vincent, she couldn’t resist leaving hints about their escapades all over her Instagram

Only I wasn’t jealous or territorial over Aaron. He was just a way for me to get my revenge. Nothing more. If anything, I felt sorry for Daisy. It should’ve been her sharing the hotel room with Aaron last night, and it would’ve been had I not interrupted. She had every right to be angry

at me.

But Daisy didn’t seem put off at all. She was in a great mood as she hummed along to the radio. She shot me another wink as she drove. “Four hours, huh? Sweet. How many rounds?”

The car was filled with the smell of amber. The smell of Aaron. It was almost as if he was sitting in the car with us, and in my flustered state,

I played dumb. “What do you mean?”

Daisy’s wicked grin didn’t falter. “Come on. Just look at you. Your hair makes it so obvious! Is it supposed to be some big secret or something?”

When I took too long to come up with an answer, she insisted. “Please? I’m dying to know. How many times?”

Her upfront, nonchalant attitude about my sex life made my face grow even holter. At this point, I wasn’t surprised by Aaron’s open relationship with her. Things were light, unclouded by jealousy or possessiveness, and it was something I admired,

Eventually, I managed a response: “Once.”

She snorted, obviously disappointed. “Once.”

“What? What’s wrong with that?” I couldn’t tell where her disappointment was coming from.

She stepped on the accelerator and pulled out of the hotel’s driveway. “Oh, nothing. I just heard that he’s, uh… kinda tame. Done after one shot, you know? I wanted to know if you’d get a second round out of him.”

That surprised me. Tame? One shot? This whole time, I thought Aaron was the kind of guy who could go all night and still be unsated in the morning. I never expected him to be described as so restrained when it came to sex.

The longer I thought about this, the more it horrified me. Not only had I had him for a second round, but for a third one after that, too…

Daisy added: “Yeah. In the past, some girls would stay overnight. Some wouldn’t. When I left the room earlier though, he told me to take the car but not to leave yet, so I thought you must be a special little thing.”