Page 7 of Billionaire's Frenemy

Jamie moved beside me. His fingers brushed my wrist, sending a shiver through me as he started to take my hand. Apparently, thinking better of it, he crossed his arms while we watched his brother and new sister-in-law.

“You’re mine. All mine. Forever,” Luke growled, pulling her closer.

Laura melted into him. “All I want is your love. And maybe babies, one of these days.”

At the mention of babies, I fought the urge to splay my hand over my stomach. Thankfully, the pants and loose, untucked blouse I wore hid the start of my bump, but I knew there’d be no hiding it soon. Especially since Jameson insisted I work at the family firm, now.

Luke grinned. “I look forward to making as many as you want. And as for my love, you’ve owned that for months. You’re stuck with it.”

Beside me, Jameson made a gagging sound. Infuriated that he’d interrupted the romantic moment, I punched his arm.

“Shut up, dick,” I chided. “Your brother is exactly what women want. Sweet, romantic. He’s the kind of guy I’ll—”

I screeched as Jameson suddenly threw me over his shoulder and stormed from the chapel, interrupting my declaration about the kind of love I desired. We were barely outside the buildingwhen he had me around the corner and pressed up against the wall, his mouth devouring mine. And my traitorous body… My arms squeezed around him, my legs wrapped around his hips, and I kissed him back with equal hunger and ferocity. Whenever we were apart, I missed him so much, more than I’d ever be willing to admit. His hand wandered over to my breast then down toward…

My eyes went wide, and I shoved him away hard before he touched my stomach. My feet thumped to the ground, and I stumbled a few steps from him. Jameson was dazed for a split second before he came after me and enclosed me in his arms. I tried not to shake, not to sink into him, not to fucking cry, but my over-hormonal body had a mind of its own. It wanted a home. And whether I liked it or not, home had always been him.

Maybe, that was why I hated him so much. Hated him, loved him… It was a fine line, and I tended to leap back and forth over that boundary like I was playing jump rope. I knew if we just surrendered, we could have the kind of relationship history wrote about. But Jameson would never give in. He said he didn’t love me, and mostly, I believed him. And God knew, I would never show my vulnerability and admit my feelings to this man. Loving him and not having him love me back would be completely humiliating. I wanted and deserved more.

“Why do you fight this so hard?” he asked into my hair where he pressed his lips to my crown.

“Because I’m in love. And that means I can’t be with you,” I said, telling the truth, but knowing he’d take it wrong and believe there was someone else in my life. Did that actually make it a lie?

He stumbled backward a few feet, his hands up as if he’d touched lava. His eyes were wide and full of hurt. “W-what?” he gasped. “Since when? Who?”

“None of your business.”

Okay, Willow. Your maturity level is stunning.

My hand went unconsciously to my belly, and Jameson’s eyes followed the movement. If possible, they widened even more as he interpreted the movement. “You’re pregnant?” he practically yelled. “Willow…but…you’re…”

His shoulders slumped, incredible pain emanating from him. Stricken, he breathed hard through slightly parted lips, his eyes shining in the late-afternoon light, appearing almost glassy with emotion.

Instant regret pricked me, and tears filled my own eyes. More than ever, I knew if I revealed I carried his baby, he’ddo the right thing.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. At the moment, I didn’t hate him nearly as much as I usually did. Far from it. He was reacting as if…he might havefeelingsof some sort.For me. Was it because he was losing his toy, his regular fuck buddy? It certainly was love. He’d said a million times that he’d never love me.

I pushed away my own confused feelings. This reaction was nothing other than him realizing he’d lost a convenient plaything or something.

He gave a sharp nod as he absorbed this new reality between us. His gaze fell to my stomach again before he closed his eyes, hiding his thoughts from me. But… Had I seen longing there?

“We should go,” he said.

I sighed quietly. “Yeah, probably. I have things to do.”

“Like what?” he asked, his voice flat, devoid of anything, as he led the way to where his driver waited. I’d never heard this tone from him.

“Well, for one, I need to find a job,” I sighed.

“You have a job.”

“Last I knew, you got me fired.”

He growled, glaring at me. “Damn it, Willow! You work at my company now, and you fucking know it. Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass?”

“Why do you have to be such a dumbass?” I retorted.

He held the vehicle’s door open for me, silently glowering. It slammed behind me, then he circled to the other side.

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