Page 7 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

“Oh shit,” I mutter under my breath, looking out at the city below us. We are so incredibly far away from the ground.

“We’re good,” Will calls. And then, to my surprise, he reaches over and takes my hand again. I look to him, and he meets my eyes. He doesn’t smile—he rarely does—but his gaze is comforting. “You’ve got this,” he says quietly. “We’ve got this.”

I nod, unable to say anything as my mouth has gone dry—although from the fear of the zipline or from something else, I’m not entirely sure.

I hear the click of the zipline being let go, and suddenly, off we go .

I shriek and squeeze Will’s hand as we lurch forward, over the edge of the building, and suddenly we’re flying through the air over the Las Vegas strip. I close my eyes, breathing deeply.

A strange noise sounds from behind me, and it takes a few seconds for me to register what it is. Laughter. Will is laughing . A small, quiet chuckle.

“Open your eyes, Josie,” he commands, and for some reason I do it.

And while I’m still scared out of my mind, opening my eyes was the right call. I can see all of Las Vegas from up here. The hotels, the lights, the people, the mountains and the desert beyond. It’s … incredible.

A laugh bubbles up from deep within me. I glance at Will, and his eyes are sparkling, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned.

We careen across the zipline, over crowds of people below us, and soon we’re whooshing our way toward the final platform. The seats slow down with a slight lurch that pulls a startled cry from my lips, and then we’re being slowly pulled to a platform on the top of another building.

I can see the rest of the group cheering as we arrive.

“You did it!” Chloe calls, jumping up and down.

Will tugs slightly, and just then I realize I’m still holding his hand—no, squeezing his hand. Embarrassed, I immediately release him. Is it just me, or does he smirk just a tad at that?

Feeling the heat rising in my cheeks, I quickly unbuckle myself and walk unsteadily down the stairs to the platform.

Chloe and the girls rally around me, jumping up and down.

Amidst the chaos and high spirits, we all collectively agree that it’s time to hit up a bar, however early in the day it might be. I mean, we’re in Vegas, right?

I follow the crowd as we make our way out of the building, Chloe leading the way with Google Maps, and I take the opportunity to decompress from the ride.

A wave of accomplishment washes over me.

While I wouldn’t necessarily do it again, I’m glad I summoned the courage and did the zipline. And the view was amazing.

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 in Will of 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 jealousy issues 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 for years that Will would just give me a second glance.

And he has the audacity to say that ? “Fuck you,” I mutter quietly enough that no one else can hear, and then I jog ahead to the front of the group.