Page 8 of Billionaire's Frenemy

“We had something good going,” he muttered as the driver pulled away from the curb.

“Excuse me!” I exploded. “How is constant fighting and random booty calls a good thing? I’ve never been anything to you but a good fuck—a very good fuck, if I do say so. Beyond that you… You havenevercared about me. Pardon the fuck out of me if I want something more than that.”

His mouth opened and closed a few times while he stared at me. Then he shook his head angrily, not saying another word for the rest of the trip.

* * * *

Jameson wasn’t speaking to me. In the week since I’d officially started working atCassel Brothers, he’d avoided me like the proverbial plague. As a project manager in the remodeling division, I was under the supervision of his brother, Tatum. That was just fine with me. Aside from personal issues with Jamie, I was happy as a clam, so to speak. I had charge over a small remodel at one of Tarrytown’s hotels, and I wasn’t doing peon work.

But like a clam, there was a little grain of sand irritating me. Namely Jameson and my never-ending desire for him. Though, some days, I waffled between desiring his dick and desiring junk-punching him. On most days, both would make me equally happy. I didn’t see a pearl coming from the irritating situation, either. Unless you counted little baby Tate-should-be-Cassel.

Annoyed by my thoughts drifting in that direction again—and to be real, when didn’t they?—I grabbed up some paperwork Fray needed and headed over to the executive offices.

“Hey!” I heard just after I’d handed off the folder to Fray’s assistant.

“Emerson,” I exclaimed, hugging my bestie. “How was your honeymoon?” I hadn’t seen her since her wedding on the cruise ship, where I’d spent most of my time avoiding Jameson.

And there was that huge grain of irritation again.

“Perfect,” she sighed dreamily. The girl had it bad for her husband. Stars in her eyes and all that…

“You’ll have to show me pictures when you get a chance—the PG ones, of course.”

She swatted at me, rolling her eyes. “They’re all PG. Fray is completely paranoid about someone seeing too much of my skin. I just know he’ll freak out and make me see a female OB when the time comes. Heaven forbid, a male doctor see my business.”

“Damn straight!” he called through his open office door.

She rolled her eyes again.

“We should go to lunch,” she told me. “Catch up and stuff.”

“Oh,” I groaned in regret. “I wish I could, but I have a doctor appointment today.”

“Doctor?” Jameson said from behind me. I closed my eyes and huffed out a breath. Of course, he’d heard that. Where had he come from, anyway?

“I’ll see you later,” Emerson whispered, giving me a pat on the shoulder before practically skipping away. I swear to God she should have birds, butterflies and fairy dust fluttering around her.

“Is everything okay? Why do you have to go to the doctor?” he demanded, drawing my attention away from my departing friend.

“Nowyou’re talking to me?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Cut the shit, Willow. Why are you going to the doctor? Are you okay?” His eyes scanned over me as if he could detect something wrong.

“It’s just routine,” I said then whispered, so the whole office didn’t hear, “It’s my first ultrasound.”

He swallowed hard, looking as if he’d just tasted something bitter. And maybe, it was a bitter pill to him that his booty call was out of his reach.

“Is…um…” He scrubbed his fingers over his lips then looked over my shoulder. “Is the…father…going with you?”

“No.” Though, I wished he was. And Ireallywanted to tell Jamiehewas the father more than I wanted anything, other than for him to love me.

“Can…can I come with you?”

My first instinct was no. I should say no. I knew it.

I swallowed hard around the rock of emotion in my throat. “Yeah. Sure.”

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