Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend

Chapter 20

I gaped like an idiot for five whole seconds.

“Wow~ Are you sure this is a charity for animals? Or is it human trafficking instead?”

I had to admit that Aaron’s answer was even more scandalous than what I’d been thinking

Was this what rich men got a kick out ot”? I’d heard from Cinder that the wealthier someone is the

stranger their hobbies are. They might buy some odd things here and there, but to purchase the

auctioneer himself… That was something else.

Aaron wasn’t even in a position where he needed to put himself on the auction table. This must have

been purely voluntary on his part

“It’s not what you think,” he said as he parked the car.

He put his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head to look at me. My expression amused him,

and he kept smiling with squinted eyes as if he’d just witnessed the joke of the century.

His smirk made me think of another possibility. One more in line with his lustful nature

I covered my mouth with one hand as my pupils dilated. I was staring at him like he was an alien. Like

he’d grown a second head right in front of me.

“You mean you’re auctioning your…” I trailed off. My mind was filled with images of Aaron rolling in the

sheets with another woman. I racked my brain for some way to phrase it decently

Aaron raised his eyebrows like he was daring me to outright say it.

“… your time?” That felt more appropriate. I originally wanted to say ‘your body’, but if I had, he might

have said something about giving me a discount or something else just as suggestive and lecherous.

That would’ve been a cheap way to derail the conversation! I couldn’t let him off that easily.

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“Almost.”

I felt as if I was getting closer to the truth. The idea of Aaron sleeping with another woman made me

feel strange. My heart didn’t hurt at the thought, so I knew I wasn’t jealous. I was, however, curious

about what kind of woman he’d be sleeping with.

How would he treat her?

Wait.

I remembered Daisy saying that Aaron wasn’t the most open man. Even with his one-night stands, he

was always emotionally restrained. It wasn’t like he slept with just anyone either. On the contrary, his

standards were very high.

The fact he was set up with Cinder on a blind date already explained a lot. I’d heard that Aaron doesn’t

always go to the dinners that are arranged for him. Even if he ended up rejecting all of his dates by the

end of the night, the only women he’s met with are the same caliber as Cinder.

His one-night stands are anything but ordinary. Daisy was a good example, but no matter how beautiful

and capable these women were, none were immune to Aaron’s charm. I remembered one time when

Vincent took me to one of his parties. There were some small-name models, and Vincent took the time

to point out which ones had slept with Aaron.

Why would Aaron allow himself to be auctioned off to an irrelevant woman like this?

Then again, if he were sold to the middle-aged widow of some late billionaire, things would get

interesting.

My eyes wandered back and forth across Aaron’s face, and I started to get the feeling that things

weren’t as simple as I was imagining.

Aaron looked at me, put his hand on the back of my neck, and asked, “What’s on your mind now?”

“I was just wondering…” I hesitated but still couldn’t hold back. “Did you ask me out to keep your crazy

ex away? Or some suitor I don’t know about?”

I thought this could’ve been the only reason. Aaron probably wanted me there so I could outbid any

woman he didn’t want to spend the night with

“You…” He frowned at me, confused for a moment. “My God, Olive. You should be a writer with an

imagination like that.”

My forehead wrinkled and I opened my mouth to say something-I didn’t think there was anything wrong

with my guess-but Aaron spoke first. “If I’m done with a woman, the relationship’s over. That’s that.” His

voice was at least an octave lower, a rich baritone in the small space.

“And if I’m interested in someone, I make time to spend with her. I find a way to let her know.” His hand

gripped the steering wheel, and the shoulders of his blazer were pulled taut from the tension in his

arms. “Then sooner or later, she’s mine.”

The atmosphere shifted into something more… murky.

I averted my eyes. I didn’t want to probe Aaron’s mind anymore. I bowed my head and began

unbuckling my seat belt. The party would start in a few minutes.

Aaron followed suit, and he stopped staring at me to unbuckle his own seatbelt. As he did so, he

promised, “I wouldn’t use you for something like this. I wouldn’t need to. If I wanted someone or

something, I could get it myself. Don’t worry.”

“What makes you so sure?” I’d always wondered that. I know Aaron

was in a unique position, but that didn’t mean his schemes were airtight. There was always room for

miscalculation. For accidents.

He lifted his chin with a lazy grin. “Because I’m Aaron Morris.”

I was stunned.

What a hyper-masculine narcissist!

I scoffed, then turned my head toward him and asked seriously, “Have you ever not gotten what you

wanted?”

“As long as you have a good plan, you’ll succeed. It’s simple. It’s just that very, very few people can

actually commit to it.”

“But there are always surprises. Not everything goes according to plan.”

“That’s because it wasn’t a good plan to begin with. It’s like a basic probability problem: you have to

factor in all the possibilities beforehand.” He shrugged.

“Right. And you went to college knowing you’d quit before graduating,” I pressed. No one enrolled just

to drop out later.

“Aww… You got me there, darling.” Aaron gave me a rare roll of his cyes, but he didn’t seem put off by

my comment. “I obviously didn’t plan on dropping out.”

“Ooh! He admits it!” I whistled as if I was calling for an encore. I’d

always been the type to gloat over the smallest victories.

“When I enrolled, the university was the best platform for me to expand my perspective. As soon as it

stopped providing that–or start going against my overall goal in life-dropping out became the best

decision.” He smiled, indifferent. “Having no skills or direction is much more terrifying than having no

diploma.”

I knew I never stood a chance in a debate against him.

I sighed, “So it was never about not being able to find a partner.”

“Yes.” Aaron’s eyes flickered. “I’ve simply stopped trying.”