Page 12 of My Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
A buzz in my pocket catches my attention, and I pull out my phone without thinking, only to see another text from Owen.
So you’re ignoring me now?
I sigh, my feelings of excitement and giddiness suddenly overshadowed.
“Is he still mad?”
The question pulls me from my spiraling thoughts, and I look up to see that Will is walking beside me. We’re at the back of the pack. Trying to brush it off, I simply roll my eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”
“What is it that can’t wait until Monday?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
I purse my lips. While I wouldn’t normally confide relationship problems inWillof all people, it’s not like I’m going to bother Chloe this weekend. And I really do feel like venting. I sigh. “He’s upset about the outfit I’m supposed to wear tonight,” I say honestly.
Now both eyebrows are up. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. I mean, what am I supposed to do about that? The girls all agreed, I can’t just not wear it.”
Will is silent for a long moment. Long enough that I start to think the conversation is over. Ugh, this is why you don’t vent to guys. They don’t know how to handle it.
“Does he regularly critique your outfit choices?” Will asks, his voice suddenly taking on a different tone. Is that anger I hear? Why would Will be angry about this?
I shoot him a sidelong glance. “No. This is the first time,” I’m quick to defend. “He’s just got jealousyissues is all, and he’s worried about other guys seeing me and—”
“Jealousy issues?” Will repeats. “So he’s controlling.”
This hits a nerve, and I frown. “No.”
“You look like you’re lying.”
“What?” My voice is loud enough that a few of the guys walking ahead of us glance over their shoulders momentarily. Lowering my tone, I continue, “He’s not controlling. We’re just in a fight.”
“He sounds like an asshole,” Will retorts.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard what I said, I don’t need to repeat it,” he replies flippantly.
I stare at him, dumbfounded. “I can’t believe you,” I mutter.
“Why not?” he retorts. “He’s an asshole, and you deserve better.”
I’m momentarily halted by his last words.You deserve better. Since when does he care about what I deserve? He certainly never paid me any attention when we were kids. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He meets my gaze and stares at me just a heartbeat too long. “Chloe found a good guy,” he finally settles on. “Try to find someone like Turner. Not this insecure wimp you call a boyfriend.”
I can practically feel my blood boiling. The insinuation that the man I picked out isn’t a good match. And the fact that I’d tried and wished and pined foryearsthat Will would just give me a second glance. And he has the audacity to saythat? “Fuck you,” I mutter quietly enough that no one else can hear, and then I jog ahead to the front of the group.
Chapter 7
Josie
“Shots!” Evie yells, throwing her hands up in the air.
“Shots, shots, shots!” Maureen and Hannah chime in.
Chloe laughs contagiously, jumping up from the couch we’re sitting on in a crowded bar on the strip, her sash with the wordBrideemblazoned with rhinestones glittering in the lamplight. The rest of us are wearing matchingBridesmaidsashes, and because of them, we’ve received more attention and free drinks than I ever thought possible. I follow the girls up to the bar where Maureen orders us all shots of tequila.
After a few moments, with shot glasses in hand, we raise them to the sky and then down them.
