Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Tomcat Aaron

Before I even had a chance to reply, Aaron sent an address.

“Is that Vincent?” asked Cinder.

I shook my head. “No. It’s the tomcat. Seems like he’s changed his mind…”

She gasped and snatched my phone away. “Aaron Morris… Oh my god. That’s Vincent’s friend?!”

“Yeah? You know him?”

“Know him? My old man tried to set me up with him. Aaron’s the second son of the Morris Group. Not only is his family loaded, but he started his own business in college.” She shook her head and passed my phone back. “He was offered three million dollars for his patents, but he said no. His company’s thriving now.”She paused to sip her drink. “Trust me. Go see him. Vincent is no match.”

She’s right. Aaron was easily my best choice at the moment. I can al ready imagine Vincent’s seething jealousy and crushed ego if I could make this work with Aaron.

Cinder took a second to map the address Aaron sent me. “He’s at… oh! Tribeca. That’s right by my place.” She nodded at me excitedly, “You can go to my house to change into something sexier. Fix up your makeup. He’ll be totally blindsided!”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “It’s just a hookup. I don’t need

to go all out.”

She pouted, “Alright, fine. Don’t. But if you go there looking like a tramp, security might not even let you inside.”

“Okay!” I gave in, finishing my beer. “Your place it is. Let’s go.”

An hour later, I was dolled up and Cinder had gone back to her office for the night. At this point, my rage had boiled away, leaving behind a numbness. I didn’t even have it in me to feel ashamed.

I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I stopped by a local burg er joint on the way to his house. While I waited for my order, I pulled out my phone.

heyOlive: Have you eaten yet? I’m grabbing food from Joey’s by your house. I could get you something…?

Amorris: ?

Amorris: I don’t even have pants on, and you’re asking if I want burg

ers? lol

I laughed at the absurdity of it all.

What the hell was I thinking?

Amorris: Go ahead and pick something for me.

Amorris: Thanks darling

As I held the paper to-go bag in my hand, I glanced between the map on my phone and the cars speeding by. After a few minutes of this, he sent another message.

Amorris: 2 out of 5 stars. Delivery came super late. Will not be order

ing again.

I scowled. Just who the hell did he think I was?

heyOlive: Lost

Amorris: Great.

tice.

Amorris: Where are you now?

I quickly sent him a picture of my location. Three minutes later, he was suddenly in front of me. It took me a moment to even recognize him.

Most of the times I’d ever seen Aaron were at dim and foggy night clubs. He’d wear either black or white shirts and always had a beautiful woman at his side. Between Vincent calling him Tomcat and Emily al ways complimenting his style, my mental image of Aaron was similar to a classy and flirtatious boss.

But today? He was dressed for home: a black sweatshirt and washed out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the one I met at nightclubs in the past.

He grinned as soon as he saw me. “Hi.”