Page 53 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"No idea." She shrugs and throws me my briefs. I guess that's her way of telling me the sex is done for the afternoon.

"Sorry, Sia, how did you get my number, and why are you calling me?"

"I want to be your wife," she responds quickly. "I will rock your world. So, how does this work, by the way? Do we meet and go on a date, or just go to city hall?"

"City hall?"

"To get married, duh?" She's breathing heavily now. "This isn't for a green card, is it?"

"What isn't for a green card? You're losing me here. I have no idea what you're talking about. Why are you talking about marriage?" I look up to see Sabrina laughing into her hand. "Sia, can I ask you who put you up to this?"

"Up to what?" She sounds annoyed. "Look, are you into women with fat asses or not?" My call waiting pings, and I ask her to wait.

"Hello?" I say, wondering what crazy call I’m going to get now.

"Yes, yes, yes." The voice sounds similar to my grandma's, and I frown.

"Yes, what? Sorry, who is this?"

"Viola Wilson…soon to be Carrington." She coughs for about twenty seconds. I'm nervous she's having a coughing fit thatwill cause her to pass out, hit her head on the floor, and die. I don't want to be known as the man on the phone with an elderly woman who was hoping to marry him before she died. I could see the meme in my mind, and I didn't want it to come to fruition. "Forgive me, darling."

"Darling? Viola, are you okay?"

"I will be if you choose me."

"Choose you for what? Are you looking for my grandparents?"

"I may look older, but inside, I feel like I'm still twenty-one. Those were the days, dancing the Charleston, going to see movies at the drive-in, drinking pop at the..."

"Hold on, please." I look at Sabrina, who has not been able to stop laughing. "What is going on here? Why are you laughing like you've just left a Josh Johnson comedy show?" I say the name of the comedian whose videos Erica has been sending me for the last six months.

"I..." She giggles and bends over in a fit. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I know it's not funny, but it's so funny."

"What's so funny?" I pause as I realize Viola is still talking.

"So, who's your favorite golden girl?" she asks, and I just stare at the phone blankly.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"So I know which one to dress up as. Though to be fair, my late husband did say I used to resemble Dorothy. I hope you don't mind, I was married before. I have four kids and ten grandkids, as well. I'll give you all of their names so you can send them birthday and Christmas gifts."

"Why would I be doing that?"

"Well, as their new grandaddy, I’d assume you'd want to spoil them."

"I'm sorry to be rude, Viola, but goodbye." I hang up the phone and power it off. "What have you done, Sabrina? Whydo I have a feeling that you and Erica have been up to some shenanigans again?" She gives me the most innocent smile and shakes her head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She grabs her phone. "I'm sorry that you're Mr. Popular right now, but I have places to be and things to do."

"Things to do while your body still has a piece of me inside of you?" I lean forward and kiss her neck. "Do you want me to clean it off for you?"

"I don't have a private bathroom, so no way." She grabs my hand. "You can't just show up and expect sex, Wes. We can't be doing this."

"Then you can come to my place. I'll send a car." I run my finger around her palm. "Don't try and change the subject. Exactly what is going on with all these calls?" I can feel her heart rate increasing. "Sabrina, tell me what's going on here, please. Enquiring minds want to know."

"What enquiring minds?"

"My enquiring mind!" I'm gruff now. I can tell from her expression that she knows what's going on. "Sab, tell me what's going on right now before I bend you over and fuck you so loudly that everyone on your floor knows you're coming."