Sequel to "His Best Friend" read the first book before reading this :) billie g!p

"Billie, what are you doing?" I was stuck, I couldn't move, I just sat there. "What does it look like?" She ran her hand up my thigh "Making the first move." She leans in slowly and kisses me on the lips. She is Italian in this story!!! AND GIP she has a dxck

"Now, Y/N, how am I supposed to trust you with my paperwork now?" She says. She rubs her finger up and down my arm, teasing me. It sends shivers down my spine. Im left speechless and almost unable to breath. "Should I trust you with this job?" She is now looking at me dead in my eyes while still rubbing her finger down my arm. "Yes..." "Yes what?" "Yes, Mrs.Eilish." ------------------------------ •A few chapters in this story has mature content. •This story involves: Kissing, stabbing, abuse, romance, gay sex, cheating, inappropriate language, and verbal abuse. •THIS STORY IS NOT MEANT TO SEXUALIZE BILLI EILISH! THIS STORY WAS SIMPLY MADE JUST FOR FUN AND NOT HARM! •Please be sure to vote for this story and follow me! ------------------------------ COMPLETED ✔️ ------------ #1 in Bil #1 in Billie #1 in Empire State Building

sorry buddy, ur just gonna have to read ;) Billie g!p Finished 11/2/2020 :))

Model, Flora jensen didn't know what she was getting herself into when her manager told her that she had to be in a PR with singer, Billie eilish.

Two girls. One cheating boyfriend. What starts as revenge turns into something deeper, and neither of them saw it coming.

They were best friends. Until one night at Coachella changed everything. Dahlia never meant to fall for Billie Eilish. It started as late-night calls, inside jokes, and the kind of closeness that made everyone else feel like background noise. But at Coachella-under neon skies and a heartbeat of music-Billie kissed her. And Dahlia kissed her back. It should've meant something. But Billie still had a girlfriend. And Dahlia? She was left with questions Billie wouldn't answer. This book has moonlit concerts, stolen glances, and the ache of loving someone who can't love you back-until they finally do. ‼️There is NO SMUT‼️ (This is my first story- and it sucks. I'm writing more stories that are WAY better. But this story is still kinda good- just wonky. There is no smut in this story but I've got other stories that do- so follow me to read those)

!Contains mentions of Alcohol, SH, and details of depression and suicide! ( How Can I Forget? ) is the sequel if you wish to follow up with this series!! Jessica, mainly known as Jess, has grown up with Billie and Finneas. They've all been there for one another. Jess's mother, April, doesn't like Jess having anything to do with Billie, therefore making it difficult for Jess to be a part of Billie's life. Through love and hate, will the girls remember the bond they used to have and make it out together or will they break away? RANKS- #1- dontsmileatme #1-billieoconnel #2- BILLIE #2- claudia

Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.

She tilted her head, studying me again. Then, voice quieter, she added, "You're gonna be okay, you know." I blinked. "What?" Billie smirked, nudging my leg with hers. "I know you secretly rely on my constant presence and magnetic charm to get you through your days." "Magnetic charm?" I repeated, unimpressed. "Yes." "You have the charm of a raccoon breaking into a gas station at 2 AM." "Thank you." I groaned. "That was not a compliment."