Page 49 of Bestie's Bossy Billionaire Brother
“Actually, I think Catherine, Alice, and I should head out soon,” Oliver informs him.
Fred’s and Erica’s eyes meet, and it’s clear that they don’t mind the alone time.
Just then, Jamie enters with a stack of documents cradled in her arms. “Mr. Burke,” she starts, crossing over to Oliver. “I printed out the documents you requested.”
“Thanks,” Oliver says, taking the documents from her and placing them on his desk.
She tugs at his white dress shirtsleeve. “Is this new? It looks nice,” she says as she admires the fabric.
Oliver blushes slightly and gives her a nod before adjusting it around him. “My sister got it for me for my birthday,” he tells her. “It’s been in the back of my closet. I forgot all about it.”
“Hey,” Erica quips.
“It looks good on you,” Jamie says, glancing at Oliver with a lust-stricken look on her face.
A surge of jealousy rushes through me as I witness their exchange, and I can’t help but feel the tension in the room rising a notch.
Oliver’s eyes sweep over to me. He clears his throat and steps away from Jamie’s grasp. “All right,” he says, clapping his hands together once. “Let’s get back to planning for the night. Catherine, Alice, are you two ready to go?”
* * *
We arrive home, the night air still tingling with the echoes of laughter and excitement. The evening had taken an unexpectedly delightful turn when Oliver decided to surprise us, not with pizza or a movie, but with a visit to the Seattle Great Wheel. Alice’s face, bright with joy and her little hands pressing against the glass as we ascended, is a vision I’ll tuck away into my happiest memories.
I remembered her mentioning she’s always wanted to go before, her wish seemingly insignificant during Oliver’s busier days. But today, he’d made her wish a reality, and the awe in Alice’s eyes as we soared into the sky, the city sprawling like a kingdom of lights below us, was priceless.
The gondolas, secure and cozy, shielded us from the wind while offering a panoramic view of the sparkling Seattle skyline, the dark waters of Elliott Bay, and the distant mountains standing guard. It was enchanting, to say the least, and to Alice, it seemed a magical realm had opened up just for her.
Now, as we step inside the house, Alice is still chattering animatedly about how high we went and how tiny the cars looked from the very top. Her energy is boundless, even after such a thrilling day.
“Let’s get you ready for bed, sweetheart,” I say, though she seems convinced that sleep is the last thing she needs.
Despite the evening’s success, I’m still angry at the way Jamie touched Oliver today.
I shouldn’t be jealous since Oliver and I aren’t together, but it’s hard not to feel something.
Alice scrambles upstairs and I follow her, my mind still focused on what happened earlier.
When we reach Alice’s bedroom door, she turns to me with a wide smile on her face. “I had the best time with you and Daddy. I hope you stay my nanny forever,” she says, giving me a big hug before squeezing past me and entering the room.
“Meet me back downstairs when you’re done,” Oliver says as he passes by us and then disappears down the hall.
Nodding to myself, I turn my attention back to Alice as she bounds onto her bed and pulls the covers up to her chin. I tuck her in, pressing a kiss onto her forehead before leaving the room and heading downstairs.
As I enter the living room, I’m met with the sight of Oliver lounging on the couch with a glass of white wine in his hand. On the coffee table sits a drink for me.
“You look comfortable,” I say as I take a seat next to him, wasting no time picking up my glass.
“I am,” he replies with a small smirk. “Did you have fun tonight?”
I nod, a smile brightening my face despite the residual anger I feel toward Jamie. “What about you? Did you have a good time?”
“I did,” he says, turning toward me. “But I’m more interested in how you’re feeling now.”
I take a sip of my drink, hoping the alcohol will calm my nerves. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I saw the look on your face earlier today when Jamie was complimenting me,” he says, setting down his glass on the table. “Did it bother you?”
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t believe he just asked me that. “No,” I lie, trying to keep my voice steady.
