The Billionaire's Best Frienemy by Dakota Rebel (ebook reader with highlight function .txt) 📕

Table of Contents

The Billionaire’s Best Frienemy

The Billionaire’s Best Frienemy

Copyright

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

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The Billionaire’s

Best Frienemy

Billionaire Brothers:

The Malloys, Book Three

By

Dakota Rebel

and

Brynn Paulin

Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

The Billionaire’s Best Frienemy

by

Dakota Rebel

And

Brynn Paulin

Jameson

Willow Tate is a monster. A self-centered brat with delusions of grandeur…and I’m completely, irrevocably in love with her. Have been all my life. From pulling her pigtails on the playground in kindergarten to doing…different things to her tail, Willow has been my lifelong partner in crime.

But now it seems that she may have gotten tired of waiting around for me and found someone who actually deserves her. All I’ve ever secretly wanted was for her to be happy. And if I have to lose her completely to make that happen, then I guess that’s what I’m going to have to do.

Willow

Jameson Malloy is the most egocentric, obnoxious, man I’ve ever met in my life. And I love him so much that sometimes I worry I might accidentally let him know. But he only loves himself. And I can’t risk my heart with him.

Of course, now the situation is a little different. I don’t know what to do. Lying seems the best course of action. I’m torn. Do I tell him the truth and trust that he feels the same way I do? Or do I protect my heart at all costs?

Copyright

© 2020, Dakota Rebel and Brynn Paulin

The Billionaire’s Best Frienemy

Published by: Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Prologue

~ Jameson Malloy ~

“What are you doing here?” Willow asked, narrowing her gaze at me.

“Apparently playing wingman to my brothers,” I told her, motioning around the private room of the club.

The four other Malloy men seemed to have paired off with Willow’s friends the second we’d stepped foot in this overpriced monstrosity.

“Hmm,” she said, taking a sip of her champagne and following my stare. “I thought my friends had better taste.”

“Not if they hang around with you,” I said.

“You’re a dick.”

“You’re a bitch,” I shot back. I reached out and twirled a piece of her hair between my fingers, tugging it gently. “A pretty one, though.”

“Don’t touch me.” She rolled her eyes and knocked away my hand.

“That’s not what you said three months ago.” I slid in closer and wrapped my arm around her waist so I could whisper in her ear. “I believe your exact words were ‘God, Jamie, more’.”

“Well, that’s a mistake that won’t be repeated,” she assured me, pushing me off of her and standing up. “Hey, ladies, we need to get going. The limo should be waiting for us.”

Everyone extricated themselves from each other, and the women left in a beautiful parade out the door with us five doofuses staring after them like lovesick puppies.

“Well, I gotta get back to the office,” Luke said. “Bennett, don’t you dare fucking expense this room.”

“Hey!” Bennett yelled. “Chase told me to get it.”

“And Chase will pay for it,” Chase said, clapping Bennett on the back. “Damn, did you see Emerson?”

“Who?” Luke asked.

“The hot one,” Chase continued as we headed toward the door.

“I had the hot one,” Tatum argued.

“Piss off,” Bennett said. “Penny was drop-dead gorgeous. Y’all are crazy.”

I hung back, letting my brothers argue their way through the crowd on their way out. There was no way I was getting involved in that conversation. My history with Willow was…tumultuous, to say the least. I wasn’t about to admit to my brothers that she was the most beautiful creature on the face of the planet.

Somehow, she and I had hated each other since our first day of kindergarten. That discontent had lasted through elementary school, middle school and most of high school. Senior year, though…things between us had started to change. We’d still fought like cats and dogs, but there was a heat to it we didn’t quite understand.

If I were being honest, I still didn’t really understand it. Somedays, I still wanted to push her off a swing set. And other days… Other days were different.

I was almost home when a text came through the dash system.

Willow: Can you come get me?

I turned on voice to text and answered.

Me: Where are you?

Willow: Mandalay Bay.

Me: Sit tight, I’ll be right there.

I flipped a U-turn and headed back toward the casino. Pulling up to valet, I dropped a hundred to the attendant and asked him to keep my car where it was. When I got inside, Willow was sitting on a bench, her head leaning against the wall, her shoes in her hand.

“You okay?” I asked, kneeling in front of her.

“I got drunk and broke my shoe. I fell down in front of a gay Australian stripper, and Emerson spilled a hurricane on my dress.” She was pouting, but she wasn’t crying, so I took that as a good sign she wasn’t that drunk.

I’d known her for a long time. And a super-drunk Willow was a very tearful Willow.

“Come on,” I said, helping her to her feet. “Let me take you home.”

“Can we go to your place?” she asked.

I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the door, claiming her mouth in a quick kiss.

“You’re the devil,” I told her, shaking my head as she giggled.

“And you love me,” she said.

“I’ve never said that,” I reminded her.

“You will, though,” she taunted.

The valet opened the passenger door, and I dumped her into the seat. Leaning inside over her, I kissed her again.

“That’s never going to happen, cupcake.” Then I shut the door before she could respond.

I gave the valet