Chapter 103


    Aaron’s POV III


    After seeing Olive with Vincent, I was back to being the pl*yboy I once was. Once again, I was a


    familiar face in the club.


    Jake pped a hand over my shoulder. “Wee back, Aaron. Heartbreak is what separates boys


    from men.”


    “Oh, yeah? Not d*ck size?”


    “F*ck off.”


    I was grateful Jake didn’t press me with st*pid questions like ‘What happened to you and the redhead?’


    I probably would’ve grabbed a bottle and smashed it over his head if he’d asked.


    But at that moment, I was inclined to smash it over my own head.


    I wanted to sleep with Olive, but I couldn’t. That was that. Love had nothing to do with it.


    I thought I would quickly forget about her.


    Whenever I got drunk, I always saw her face in the reflection of the ss. She started to appear in my


    dreams, where I saw her on my bed-where I saw her under me-but whenever I made love to her in my


    dreams, she called Vincent’s name. Then everything became a nightmare.


    Fine. Maybe I did care a little bit.


    Maybe I was just upset that for once, I couldn’t have the woman I was interested in.


    But there was more to life than just women. There was my career, my education, and my family. A


    woman was just the


    spice of life.


    I remembered it clearly. It was 5pm on a Thursday, and after six months of negotiation, some geeky


    CEO of a tech startup signed a contract with me. I poured myself a ss of whiskey even though it was


    still early in the evening because I was over it. I spent the past months trying to get this freak out of his


    house, and now I could finally rx.


    I needed to get drunk and I needed to getid.


    I pulled out my phone and was about to contact a woman I met a week ago. She had beautiful breasts


    and a s*xy, smoky voice. I imagined that she would’ve sounded like a wild cat in bed.


    What was her name…? Doris? Christine?


    While I was looking for her on social media, I received a friend


    request.


    My friend requests were always full of notifications from women, but amongst the avatars of beauty


    filters and cleavage shots, there was a pitch-ck icon.


    Usually, I ignored such requests from nd ounts like these.


    But not that day. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the new business deal. In any case, I was in a


    good enough mood to indulge my curious side.


    Then, I was stunned.


    The ck figure in the profile picture was a silhouette. No matter how hard I squinted, I could only


    make out red-tinted


    edges around the figure’s head and shoulders. Typically, a picture like that meant ‘leave me alone, but I


    knew better.


    It was Olive.


    So I epted her request.


    In the dead of the night, when I couldn’t sleep, I would open her ount and go through her posts. My


    personal favorite was one of her at the beach in the most enticing bikini…


    I never expected I’d end up messaging her.


    heyOlive: busy?


    Oh, sh*t. Was she really talking to me?


    I stared at the message in awe. With a deep breath, I swapped my ss of whiskey for vintage


    champagne from my cer. It wasn’t the best I’ve had, but I couldn’t care less. I poured myself a ss


    and enjoyed the bubbly sensation in my mouth.


    Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    After just one ss, I was already feeling dizzy.


    Amorris: ?


    heyOlive: are you busy?


    Amorris: No it’s cool. What’s up?


    I waited for a while-a long while-but she eventually responded.


    heyOlive: are you single?


    My blood froze when I saw that sentence. What did she mean? Was she just curious?


    I was no stranger to such questions, but I felt uneasy when she was the one asking. My palms began


    to sweat and I couldn’t seem to get a solid grip on the champagne ss.


    I was nervous.


    ‘Come on!’ I told myself. ‘Don’t look st*pid in front of her!’


    Amorris: What do you think?


    The moment I sent that out, I regretted it. G*d, this was so st*pid. That wasn’t cool, that wasme!


    What could I say to fix that?!


    But in the next second, Olive’s next message came.


    heyOlive: i booked a hotel room. do you wannae over…?


    Thank G*d.


    I raised my champagne ss in a toast, even though I was alone. What was I celebrating? Fate?


    But the game couldn’t stop here. I needed to take advantage of this opportunity, but I wanted to avoid


    exposing myself so easily…


    Amorris: Oh darling


    Amorris: I don’t sleep with my brother’s women


    Her replies slowed. Was she feeling guilty? Did I scare her off?


    heyOlive: i won’t be his woman soon.


    Amorris:


    Cheers to Fate, then.


    After this, there was no way I was letting her go…