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  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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  About the Authors

  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

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  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 another hundred and a large thank you then got behind the wheel and sped off toward my condo.

  “How drunk are you?” I asked her as we pulled into my parking lot.

  “Not very,” she promised.

  “So, you’re of sound mind and body at the moment?”

  “Um, mostly?”

  Good enough for me.

  We were barely through the front door when she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and throwing her weight forward so we fell back onto the sofa.

  “We
have to stop doing this,” I told her as I raised her skirt and ripped the scrap of lace she was apparently calling panties off of her body. “I’m going to start thinking you’re ashamed of me.”

  “I am ashamed of you,” she teased. “You’re my dirty little secret.”

  “And you’re my dirty little hellhound.” I picked her up and flipped us, so I was lying over her on the couch. “My gorgeous, fucking little demon girl.”

  “And you love me,” she said again.

  “Never going to happen, sweetheart.” I pulled off my T-shirt then stood so I could kick off my jeans and shorts before jumping on her again.

  I thrust forward, pushing completely inside her as she wrapped her thighs around me again. Her nails dug into my shoulder as she rocked with me, her breath coming in hard pants and her body shuddering.

  Sliding my hand between us, I found her clit with my finger and pulsed over it while I fucked her, hard and fast. She screamed out my name as she came, her nails digging rivets in my skin, the pleasure-and-pain center of my brain went haywire, and I came so hard I might have blacked out for a second.

  I shifted us on the sofa, spooning behind her and pulling a blanket over us.

  “So, I’m staying?” she asked through a yawn.

  “Where the hell else are you gonna go?” I grumbled against her shoulder. “Good night, Willow.”

  “Good night, Jamie.”

  * * * *

  “Damn it,” Willow muttered from somewhere in the room.

  I blinked my eyes open to see her breaking off one of the heels of her shoes.

  “Do you want me to have some clothes delivered for you?” I asked, sitting up and adjusting the blanket over my lap.

  “No, don’t trouble yourself,” she said.

  Great. So, we were starting the morning like this again. Whenever we ended up in bed together, Willow got an attitude about the whole thing.

  “What is your problem?” I scrubbed my hand over my face and stared at her, praying that for once in her life she would just be straight with me.

  “I’m not your booty call, Jameson Malloy.”

  “No,” I agreed. “But apparently, I’m yours. Let’s not forget who called who last night. Or who asked to come back here. I’m so sick of this, Willow. You know, we could have something really special if you’d just let me the fuck in.”

  “Let it go, Jameson,” she insisted, sliding her feet into her broken shoes. “Look, we’re not good for each other. And whatever this is…it has to stop.”

  “So, I should stop answering when you call me?” I snapped.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said with a sigh. “It won’t happen again.”

  “Can I at least take you home?” I pleaded.

  “There’s a car coming for me,” she said, shaking her head. She walked over and kissed me softly on the lips. “I’m sorry. This is just never going to work.”

  I wanted to argue with her. I wanted to beg her to stay. To ask why she was fighting me so hard. But a horn beeped outside, and she grabbed her bag and left.

  Damn it. Why the hell did I have to fall in love with the most complicated woman in all of Nevada?

  Chapter One

  ~ Willow I’m-an-Idiot Tate ~

  I closed my eyes, wishing I could make the email from my boss disappear just as easily. When I wearily blinked them back open, it was still there. Get the Malloy permit pulled. He’d attached the location and the necessary reference numbers.

  It made no sense to me. The Malloys weren’t even direct competitors to the firm I worked for. Not really. Schultz and Schultz specialized in retail properties, like malls and shopping centers. Malloy Brothers specialized in casinos and hotels.

  There could only be one reason. S&S had decided they wanted the land.

  I sighed, rubbing two fingers up and down the center of my forehead. I blew out a long breath through my nose. This wouldn’t go well. I’d known the Malloys my entire life, one of them was married to one of my best friends, and another was my mortal frienemy. The last would take this as a personal affront and come after me.

  True to my word, I’d stayed away from him since that night almost four months ago. It was killing me. As much as we fought, as much as we played at hating each other, I had deep down forever feelings for the asshole. They were the kind that should lead the way to happily ever after. But it wasn’t meant to be.

  Jameson Malloy felt nothing for me, nothing beyond happiness that I was an easy fuck buddy. Well, those days were long over. My hand pressed over my almost flat belly that looked as if I’d had a little too much pasta for lunch. It would get harder and harder to hide. I had to figure it out soon. Vegas might be a big place, but the construction industry sure wasn’t. Jamie would know soon that he’d left a little something behind our last time together. He’d insist on doing the right thing.

  Screw that.

  After the way I grew up, I wasn’t having some man settle for me. I wouldn’t have some man be with me when he didn’t love me. I’d seen that for sixteen years, my mom loving my father and my father being a self-absorbed island unto himself. He’d provided for us physically, but emotionally, he might as well have been a rock. My mom had faded more and more until finally her devastated heart had just given up on him…and me…and life altogether.

  I would not be that woman.

  Jaw set, I clicked away at my computer keyboard. Quickly, I filed the paperwork and tugged all the right strings to set in motion the process to get the Malloy’s permits pulled on their latest casino. My stomach roiled as I did it, and it had nothing to do with the bean growing inside me. But it had everything to do with that bean’s daddy.

  I knew the Malloy Brothers would get the situation worked out. This would only delay them a bit. But Jameson was going to find me. He’d have words to say. And as usual, the fire between us would be stoked, and the next thing we knew…

  No, no, no! I was not getting naked with him again.

  The way I saw it, I didn’t have much choice here. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge. The longer I worked for S&S, the more frequent the chances I’d end up in Jameson’s orbit. And like dominoes falling, we’d gravitate, we’d clash, we’d end up in bed together. Intent on brightening my future, I opened my internet browser and started a search for project management positions, in any field, anywhere in the country but here.

  * * * *

  “What the fuck, Willow!”

  “Well, that was quick,” I muttered as I forked a piece of lettuce. I was on the patio of one of my favorite restaurants and had been enjoying lunch in the mild weather. Not answering Jameson, I pushed the bite into my mouth and chewed slowly as I raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Were you that desperate for my attention?” he growled. “You had to go fuck up business? Do you know how many guys we had to pay to just stand around a jobsite today?

  “You really think that? You’re more of a self-centered, conceited asshole than I realized.”

  “I’m just saying, it’s been four months. Maybe, you were looking for an excuse.”

  “Maybe, I was doing my damn job.” I bristled. This damn man. I could just kick him in his over-achieving balls.

  He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at me. “Your boss told you to shut down our site?”

  I lifted a shoulder in a negligent half-shrug. “If you don’t like it, you only have yourself to blame. You wouldn’t let Bennett actually hire me when he wanted to offer me a position, so I’m stuck over at Schultz and Schultz working as a glorified clerk.”

  He leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. His dark gaze pierced into mine. “You want to know why I blocked it? Because the position you would have been in most often was bent over a desk with me deep inside you.”

  I shifted in my seat—because it was hot, not because he was making me hot. “Whatever. And because you couldn’t control yourself to keep it in your pants at work, now we all pay the consequences.”

  In more ways that you
even know…

  “You know what? I’ve had enough of this.” He stood and walked a few paces away, his hands in his hair, a gesture I noticed was common in all the brothers. I admired his tight ass and when he turned, the bulge in the front of his khaki pants. Holy crap, was he hard now?

  He cleared his throat, and I redirected my gaze as he took the couple steps back to me. I met his eyes, unashamed that I’d been caught staring at his generous package. It was a gift that should be mine. After all, we’d lost our freaking virginities together. And I hadn’t been with anyone else ever. Just him, pretty randomly over the years.

  But no, I couldn’t have him, not a man who didn’t love me—or at least, like me a whole lot. Jameson didn’t love anyone but himself…and maybe, his business.

  “Okay, here’s the deal,” he said, rapping his knuckles twice on the surface of the table where I sat. “Tomorrow, morning, you come to Malloy Brothers. You work for us now.”

  I stared at him. “What?”

  “You’re one of us, and you damn well know it. Get your ass into our office tomorrow morning by eight, or so help me God, I will come and get you and haul you there myself. After I give you the spanking you’ve been begging for, for years.”

  “I have not,” I exclaimed, too gobsmacked to even reply to the rest.

  He grinned. “You’ve been warned. See you tomorrow, babe.”

  Chapter Two

  ~ Jameson ~

  Ugh, that woman!

  Arguing with her should not give me such a hardon. Like…literally. And she’d noticed, which was both embarrassing and encouraging. If she was looking, she wasn’t as over me as she liked to believe.

  I got to my car and took deep breaths until my inopportune erection subsided. It took a minute, because every time I started to think about Willow it chubbed back up again.

  Damn her.

  I called Luke as I drove back to the office.

  “Tell me something good,” he begged when he answered.

  “The permits will be back in place by Monday. You want me to call the crew?” I asked.

  “Nah, I should probably come into the office today anyway. I’ll make the call.” I heard a pretty heavy sigh in his voice.