Page 37 of Enemies with My Brother's Billionaire Bestie

“Oh yeah? Yet you fell for the grump?”

Laughing, I try to wiggle out of his hold. “That’s the heart for you. We never truly understand how it works,” I respond, settling in and cuddling up with him.

He’s smiling, his dimples making him even more irresistible. “I do know what my heart is saying. It’s only calling one name: Olivia Reed,” he says, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

I hug him tightly, but as his gentle strokes on my back slow down, I sense a shift in the air. “What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back to look into his eyes.

“Nothing, just thinking of Daniel. I hate leaving him in the dark about this,” he sighs. I understand, but my brother's reaction is hard to predict.

I spoke to Julia about it, and she was excited, but I want to tell Daniel in person. I want to look him in the eyes and explain things myself. While it’s tough for Elliot to keep this from his best friend, it’s only for another week before they return. I’m worried that my brother’s concerns about Elliot’s past might ruin everything.

“They’ll be back next week; we’ll tell him then,” I promise, squeezing Elliot’s palm in reassurance.

He nods and slowly starts to rise to his feet. “Alright, babe, I have to go to the restaurant now. Eat up.”

“Babe? I didn’t know you were so mushy,” I tease, poking his side playfully.

“Well, after some practice, it’s not so bad. Babeee,” he winks, and I can’t help but laugh.

Grabbing my breakfast tray from the bedside shelf, I take a big bite of the homemade croissant he made for me. “I’ll come to the restaurant later. I’ll bring Max too,” I call after him.

“You can bring him, but you’ll have to deal with that dog when he starts having the zoomies,” he yells back.

“Isn’t he your dog?”

“He is, but he loves you more than he loves me now,” he replies, and I listen until I hear the door shut and his car drive away.

As I continue enjoying my breakfast, I decide to post a new entry on my blog. A lot has happened since my last post, and I’m left wondering if this is fate or simply luck—and if I might run out of it soon.

Lady Luck or Fate

I’ve been pondering whether soul mates really exist. You know, like that guy you meet in the park and instantly connect with. The gentle brush of fingers igniting a flame in your heart, leaving you burning with a new intensity.

Is it Fate, or is Lady Luck just playing her hand?

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter which it is—every romantic should have a few clever tricks up her sleeve, too.

I linger in bed, savoring the peace and taking my time to craft my own fairytale—a life where every moment is spent with Elliot. A story where each page is written with the ink of our unending love. I can picture it vividly; I just pray he sees it the same way.

Finally, I decide to take a shower before joining Elliot at the restaurant when my phone rings. It’s Aaron.

“Hey, Aaron, what’s up?” I say into the receiver.

“I’m alright. Can you tell Elliot we could use his help at the restaurant? There’s a tourist buzz today,” he says breathlessly, and I can hear the ruckus of pots and pans clanking in the background.

“That’s strange; he left a while ago. Maybe he went home first. Have you tried calling?”

“Of course I did, but he didn’t answer. That’s why I thought he was with you. Listen, I’ve got to go now, but let me know when you hear from him.”

I stare at the phone in my hand, a sense of unease creeping in. He probably just stopped by his house, so that’s where I’ll go after I freshen up. “Everything is fine,” I repeat to myself as I rush through my shower.

When I come out, my phone is buzzing incessantly with missed calls from Julia. I hope nothing terrible has happened to my brother during their trip. Today is taking a turn I’m not too fond of. The phone rings again, and I answer it immediately.

“Why didn’t you pick up, Ollie?” she yells once I answer.

“What’s wrong, Jules? You’re scaring me,” I panic, sensing her voice is shaky.

“It’s Daniel. He knows, Ollie, he knows,” she stammers. “He knows about you and Elliot.”

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