My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother

MY BEST FRIEND’S BILLIONAIRE BROTHER A SECOND CHANCE ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE ANNE MARTIN Copyright © 2023 by Anne Martin All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover designed by GetCovers. CONTENTS Prologue 1. Quinn 2. Weston 3. Quinn 4. Weston 5. Quinn 6. Weston 7. Quinn 8. Weston 9. Quinn 10. Weston 11. Quinn 12. Weston 13. Quinn 14. Weston 15. Quinn 16. Weston 17. Quinn 18. Weston 19. Quinn 20. Weston 21. Quinn Epilogue PROLOGUE Weston “You’re not leaving this office wearing that, Quinn,” I said to my assistant as calmly as I could. She turned to me and put her hand on her hips as she always did to show me she was in charge. Her green eyes glared at me. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Ms. Miller, I will not allow you to walk out of this office in that dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.” I walked over to her from my desk and slipped off my suit jacket, throwing it over her shoulders. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Mr. Myles,” she said coolly. She shook the jacket off and handed it back to me. I crossed my arms over my chest, letting her know I wasn’t taking it back, and frankly, I was growing tired of her blatant rebellion. She turned, hung it on the doorknob, and walked out of my office. Her heels clacked down the hall towards the elevator that would take her to a ballroom full of gawking executives that worked for me and handsy investors there for a good time. I threw my head back and let out a frustrated sigh. This woman will be the end of me. I grabbed my jacket, shut the lights off, and slammed my door shut. “Last I heard, you still work for me,” I called after her. Her golden hair fell off her shoulder as she turned to look back at me shaking her head. “Weston, don’t,” she said. “We’re not doing this here. You have a ballroom full of people downstairs waiting to hear from you. That includes your precious family, and the last thing we need is for them to suspect anything between us.” Everyone was gathered down on the 5th floor for our annual GlobeLink New Year’s Eve party. “There’s nothing to suspect,” I told her matter of factly. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened for us. I waved my hand towards it, motioning for her to enter. I could see her cheeks were getting heated. Yes. That’s how I liked to see her. Frazzled. Frustrated. Not the indifference I’d been receiving from her since I told her we needed to call it quits two days prior. “That’s exactly right, Mr. Myles. Nothing is going on between us.” Her exposed skin brushed past my hand as she got into the elevator. It took all of my willpower not to take her and her smart-ass mouth right there on that elevator—not to push her against the mirrored panels, hitch her up to my waist and kiss her until her breath was ragged, and she begged me to give her more. I stepped in, shaking away the thought. I turned my back to her and held the button for the 5th floor, adjusting myself in my pants. I had to think of anything other than her. Quarterly reports. Demanding investors. My overbearing father. Yep. That did the trick. As the doors closed, I could feel her eyes burning holes into the back of my head. The numbers ticked down from the upper levels. 22…21…20…she remained silent. I heard the impatient shifting of her sequined ensemble and couldn’t fight the urge to take in one more look all for myself. I turned to face her, shoving my hands in my pockets and she immediately looked up at the numbers behind me. “Can we at least talk about this, bunny?” I said, moving closer to her. My voice sounded husky. She did that to me. She put a hand up to my chest, stopping my advance. “You’ve said all you need to say, Mr. Myles.” “Would you, for the love of all that is good, stop calling me that,” I growled. “Like I said,” she continued. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that we could never be more than an office fling. So, I suggest you go dazzle some floozies with your riches to get what you’re looking for tonight.” She glared up at me, her eyes ablaze. “And stop calling me bunny. It’s inappropriate.” Oh, now it’s inappropriate. It wasn’t inappropriate when I had her panting out my name last week in this very elevator. Another low growl escaped me. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I didn’t need anyone but Quinn Miller. I turned just as the doors slid open. “There you are!” My younger sister’s overly expressive arms grabbed me and pushed me toward the ballroom doors. “People are getting antsy, brother. Go, do the thing. Do the thing,” she squealed. She took Quinn’s arm into hers and led her behind me. They were immediately followed by my two best bodyguards, Jax and Drayven. The duo moved so silently that they went unnoticed—though their sheer size alone would make anyone reconsider taking even one look at my sister and her best friend. “He can be such a party pooper sometimes,” Lucy whispered to Quinn. “You probably know better than anyone. You’ve worked for him longer than any assistant of his I’ve known.” I looked back at Quinn to see her awkwardly push her hair behind her ear and nod in silent agreement. I rolled my eyes. Lucy is the reason Quinn worked for my company in the first place. They met freshman year of college,