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

His voice was like a match burning on this cold winter night.

I abruptly raised my head and subconsciously grabbed the doorknob.

But I froze before opening the door, wondering why he had returned.

Aaron said outside, "I know you're still at the door! I saw the doorknob being turned"

What a hateful man! He had sharp eyes! I felt a little annoyed.

Since he had exposed me, I did not want to deny it.

I roughly wiped my tears off and hid my emotions behind a calm voice when asking, "Why are you back?"

Aaron seriously replied, "Because I have a thing to tell you. There seems to be a letter in your mailbox downstairs. Why don't you go to have a look?"

I felt speechless.

"Thank you for telling me.Goodbye!" He asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to check it?"

"I don't feel like going downstairs now"

"You don't want to open the door because you're afraid I'll take the opportunity to go in, right?"

After he exposed my thought again, I fell silent.

"I swear I won't go in.I did see a letter in your mailbox when passing by.Go downstairs and take a look.I can't do anything to you outside, right?" "That's hard to say"I retorted in a faint voice.

After all, he had a "criminal" record.

When he lost his mind, he would not care about what the occasion was.

Aaron was stunned to hear my words and loudly laughed, "Why do you still remember what happened that day?"

Finally, I opened the door.

I had not paid attention to my mailbox just now.

I would get in trouble if it was a letter about my work or from government agencies.

However, I had been working in Germany for half a year, and there should be no omissions in the formalities.

Even if the government had sent me letters, they should have mailed them to Germany.

Who would send a letter to this apartment? When I was thinking about these questions, I saw Aaron's bright smile again.

Seeing him intend to approach me, I immediately took a step back and said, "Stop.

Please keep a distance from me: Aaron cooperatively raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and obediently stopped his steps. Then, we went downstairs together.

There was indeed a letter.

"See? I didn't lie."

Aaron seemed to be able to read my mind.

After taking out the key and opening the mailbox, I saw a postcard quietly lying inside.

I instantly knew who had sent it to me.

And my bad mood became even worse.

I took out the postcard with an Adélie penguin on the back and saw a line of words.

"Dear Olive, congratulations on buying your first apartment in Manhattan. We're fine here. Don't worry about us. We miss you."

I had told my parents about the apartment two years ago, but they had not replied until now.I rolled my eyes.I didn't bother to take another look, so I turned around and left. "What's this? A postcard?"

Aaron followed me and asked, "Is it from your parents?"

I was too lazy to answer his questions but stopped to look at him, asking, "Why are you following me?"

"What's written on it?"

Aaron pointed to the postcard in my hand.

"Are you curious?"

"Can I have a look?"

He did not regard himself as an outsider at all.

After handing the postcard to him, I walked straight into the elevator.

"Wait!"He nimbly squeezed in before the doors closed.

We were in the elevator alone.

He lowered his head and quickly read the words on the postcard.

Then, his smile froze on his face.

"When did you buy this apartment?"

"Three years ago"

"When did you tell your parents about it?"

"Two years ago."

"When was the last time you checked your mailbox? Maybe it had been in there for two years"

Seeing me silently stare at him, he understood what I meant and said, "Sorry.

After the elevator stopped on my floor, Aaron still followed me.

Before opening my door, I stopped my steps and turned to look at him, asking, "How long are you going to follow me?" Aaron put on an innocent face and replied, "Christmas isn't over"

"I'm tired and want to go to bed early"

"OK.Have a good sleep! I won't disturb you."

I raised my volume and snapped, "Aaron!"

"I'm sorry"

He lowered his head and said with a regretful expression, "If I had known this excuse would upset you, I would have left just now" "You can leave now"

"No, I can't leave!"

Unexpectedly, he insisted, "I must stay with you to atone❞

"No need.My parents have special jobs, so it is our normal frequency of communication. You don't need to feel sorry"

"You can't deceive me"

Aaron looked at me with blue eyes and seriously said, "You have a bad relationship with your parents"

I felt weird and stared into his eyes, asking, "Why are you so sure about it?"

"It's easy to guess!"

Aaron confidently said, "From we started to date to now, you have barely mentioned your parents"

Was it the reason? I thought it was ill-founded, so I retorted, "You barely talk to me about your parents either"

"Yeah! And that's because I have a bad relationship with my dad"

He became more confident.

I was at a loss for words, thinking we did have similar sufferings.

Shall we celebrate it? Of course, I did not say such stupid words to him.

Feeling exhausted, I sighed, "I can't let you in my apartment.

You should not have done such a thing inside just now."

"Trust me! I just want to spend Christmas with you.

What about we go out to Christmas dinner together?"

"No!"

I refused without hesitation, "It's cold today.

I want to stay at home and drink wine by the fireplace to get warm"

"No problem!"

Aaron immediately nodded, "We'll cook dinner at your apartment"

I finally ran out of my patience.

"Aaron, you did not harass me with unreasonable demands like this before!"

I tried to make my words less harsh, but the effect was not good.

I took a deep breath and continued, "Thank you for caring about me, but I do want to be alone"

This time, Aaron stared at me in silence for as long as one minute! "Why are you staring at me?"

I became more impatient.

"I can't leave you alone at Christmas.

I will either take you out for dinner or cook at your apartment.

You have only two choices"

What the hell! I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to punch his face.

"Fine!"

I stuffed the postcard into the apartment through the crack between the door and the floor. Then, I turned around, put my hands on my hips, and said, "Let's go out to have dinner. Anyway, I will not let you step into my home again today"