Page 67 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"I would be grateful if you called me, ma'am," he says. "I am only here to drive you around, and if I don't drive you around, well then, I have no job."

"Oh." I look at him, slightly taken aback. "I mean, I don't want you to have no job," I say with a wry smile. "I'll call you when I need you, and I'll make sure to need you every so often. Does that work?"

"Thank you, ma'am." He nods his head as he opens the door. "Mr. Carrington knows that you're here. He said he'll meet you in the lobby."

"Thanks," I say. "Have a good evening."

"You, too."

I head into the building, and once again, I'm awed by how magnificent it looks. The marble, the gold, the statues that look like they've come straight out of a town center in Florence. Absolutely beautiful. Wes is standing there, right next to a tall column. There’s a smirk on his handsome face, and I try not to roll my eyes. He really thinks he’s won, but he has no idea what’s coming.

“Hi,” he says, taking a step forward. I see his eyes widen slightly, and his lips twitch as he looks me over. "Interesting attire, but I expect nothing less from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him, frowning slightly as we head towards the elevator.

"I just mean that you have an interesting choice in clothes. I didn't know you were into Metallica."

"Well, I am," I say, but that's somewhat of a lie. I know one song, and only because my mother used to listen to it, but I'm not going to tell him that. I'm much more of a pop music fan. "So, I decided to make dinner for us tonight." I beam at him and lower my eyelashes. "I hope that's okay."

"Oh, wow. I didn't think that was going to be something you would want to do."

"Why not?" I say, looking up at his surprised expression.

"I don't know, because it seemed like you didn't really want to be here, and now, hearing that you're going to make dinner…well..." He grins at me. "Thank you very much. I appreciate it. What are you making? Lobster tails, scallops, steak?" He frowns. "I hope you didn't spend all your money."

"Don't worry about it. I wanted to thank you for letting me stay in your magnificent, wildly expensive abode. I mean, I know when I was here with Erika a couple of weeks ago, changing for that date, you acted like you didn't even want us here. Now look, you want me to live with you."

"I mean, these are slightly different circumstances," he says, raising an eyebrow and showing me his phone. "Fifty missed calls in the last hour."

"Oh." My stomach churns. "I mean, have you ever thought about possibly taking some of these women on dates? I mean..."

"Really, Sabrina?" He just stares at me, his lips thin.

"I’m just saying maybe, just maybe, you'll meet someone, and..."

"I don't want to meet anyone, and I'm certainly not looking for a wife. I think you'll find that this is going to go a lot easier if you know that I don't think your little prank was that funny. You may think that I'm okay with it because I haven't gone off, but I'm not, so I'd appreciate it if you don't..."

"Oh, my gosh. Okay, Wes, there's no need to keep going on and on about it."

His phone starts ringing, and I grab it. "Hello?"

"Hi. Can I speak to Wes Carrington, please?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask who's calling?"

"Oh, this is Samaya."

"Sorry, who?"

"Samaya."

"One moment, please." I press mute on the phone. "Samaya is calling. Do you know her?" He looks at me without saying a word. "Hello. I'm speaking to you."

"Do I look like I know a Samaya? What sort of name is that?"

"I don't know. I'm just telling you who's calling." I take a deep breath and unmute the phone. "Hi Samaya, may I ask what this call is about?"

"It's about the fact that I need a baby daddy for my three sons, and I figured it wasn't working with those broke-ass losers I was dating previously, so why not get me a billionaire. I looked him up, and he is fine, so sign me up. Whatever I got to do, tell me where the date is and when."

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