Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Fight Again
“Let me go!” I was so angry at being hoisted on Aaron’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I scratched and clawed at him with all my strength.
But he didn’t seem to feel the pain at all, and his long legs strode forward without hesitation. As I was hanging upside down on his shoulders, my stomach churned and the blood rushed to my head, which only served to amplify my rage.
I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Aaron, you’re a cruel, evil *n of a b*tch, and I don’t know why I ever thought it was a good idea to be with you!”
At that, Aaron’s footsteps faltered for a moment, and then he sneered. “And you think dating Vincent is a better idea?”
“Yes!” I was so annoyed with Aaron, I was seeing red, and I didn’t stop to think before I spat, “Vincent is a thousand times better than you! At least he doesn’t try to control my freedom!”
“Well, then, it’s too bad you and Vincent broke up!” Aaron wrapped his hands around my waist and walked quickly to his car.
When he reached the car, Aaron opened the passenger door with one hand. He threw me unceremoniously down onto the seat and fastened my seat belt without saying a word. His eyes were as dark and distant as a wolf’s, and I could feel the tension thrumming between us.
I returned Aaron’s gaze with my own cold stare and reached down to unbuckle my seat belt.
“Olive!” He reached down and grabbed my hand in his firm grip.
I looked up to find that Aaron’s eyes were icy, his jaw was tense, and the muscle’s in his arms stood out with barely-suppressed rage. His lips parted slightly, and his voice was menacingly low
when he said, “Don’t force me to do something I’ll regret.”
His eyes held the terrifying predatorial danger of a panther about to leap, and my heart suddenly shrank under the pressure. At that moment, I knew if I insisted on getting out of the car, Aaron might really do something irrational.
Deflated, I sat in silence in the passenger seat, pursing my lips in frustration. Aaron breathed a sigh of relief at his victory. He pinched the bridge of his nose, apparently trying to calm himself as he went around to the driver’s seat.
I forced myself to wait until the car had traveled a good distance from the bar before I asked impatiently, “Can I have my phone back now?”
He raised his eyebrows and glanced over at me c*olly, then looked away again. His hands still firmly gripped the steering wheel as he ignored my request.
His indifferent attitude made me angry again. I couldn’t
understand why Aaron was making such a big deal out of this. Vincent and I had no chance of getting back together, so why did it matter even if we did meet?
Did Aaron think as soon as I laid eyes on Vincent I was going to forget all the bad things he’d done and immediately get back together with him?
That was completely impossible!
I wanted to explain, but when I turned my head and saw the tight, strained expression on Aaron’s face, I thought it would be pointless to try to reason with him. He’d already made up his mind, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to convince him of the truth.
I unconsciously touched the ring on my left hand, feeling
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overwhelmed.
One minute Aaron and I were fine, but the next minute we were fighting like cats and dogs. Was this really just because of Vincent, or was it because Aaron and I weren’t right for each other?
As I was trying to untangle the complicated threads of our relationship, I suddenly felt the cool metallic sensation of a phone shoved into my hand.
Aaron’s face was still conflicted. He pulled over to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes. “Olive, I hope your answer won’t disappoint me.”
His expression was hopeful but hesitant, like he was placing a bet. But I knew I was going to disappoint him. “Aaron, I’m sorry, but I can’t make any promises.”
Vincent’s mother was a very kind person, and she’d always been good to me. Now that she was dying, I knew I had to visit her.
The light in Aaron’s eyes dimmed. He didn’t say anything else, just frowned and then stepped on the accelerator. As the car took off, I felt myself pushed back in my seat.
I grabbed the bottom of my seat automatically, realizing that the surrounding scenery was flying past us. I looked at the dashboard to see that Aaron was actually pushing the car up to 180 miles per hour!
We were in the city! Was Aaron out of his mind? I grabbed his arm. “Aaron, stop the car!”
This wasn’t the way to Waterfall Villa. Where was Aaron taking us?
Aaron gave me a cold look, and the needle on the speedometer showed no signs of going down.
It wasn’t until we reached the entrance of a hotel that Aaron finally stopped the car.
His eyes were red, and his expression looked strangely distressed. His appearance reminded me of the time I saw him out of control in Waterfall Villa.
To be honest, it made me a little afraid.
But I was more worried than afraid. Before I could ask him what was wrong, Aaron pulled open the passenger door and dragged me out of the car.
He pulled me so hard that my wrist was in burning pain, and I winced. “You’re hurting me…”
Aaron’s expression changed, and his grip loosened. But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Aaron picked me up and strode toward the hotel.
“Aaron, put me down!” I was embarrassed by the strange looks we were getting from everyone around us, and I struggled to free myself from Aaron’s arms.
“Put you down and let you go find Vincent? Olive, I’m not nearly generous enough for that!” Aaron’s large hands stayed firmly planted on my waist as he carried me into the hotel.
He took a black card out of his wallet and handed it to the person behind the front desk. “I’d like a couple’s suite, please.”
He deliberately emphasized the word “couple.”
I blushed at the receptionist’s quizzical look, but Aaron smiled charmingly and urged, “Can you hurry up? I don’t think my girlfriend can wait much longer.”