Page 16 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)
“Excuse me, chicka-dee-dee,” the guy with the dreadlocks says. I can tell by the look on Erica’s face that she looks pissed and is ready to give him a piece of her mind.
“Did he just say ‘chicka-dee-dee’ to her?” Miles asks in my ear.
I shrug. These two guys don’t exactly look like competition. I smile widely.
“Shh,” I say to him. “Let’s not judge. Maybe they’re having the time of their lives,” I say with a straight face, even though I’m laughing inside. Even I can tell that these dates look like they’re a bust.
“So, Erica, Sabrina, please introduce us.” I nod at the women. “Thank you, Samika."
Samika stands there awkwardly. “Your waitress will be with you in a little bit.”
“Thank you,” I say, pulling out a hundred and handing it to her.
“Oh, no, sir, you don’t…”
“It’s my pleasure, Samika. Buy yourself something nice.”
“Thank you, Wes,” she says, blushing.
Sabrina’s eyes narrow as she looks at the hostess, and then she looks at me. I give her a wry smile and shrug before I take a seat next to her and look down at her long, creamy, exposed thighs. Her short, black miniskirt has ridden up, and I watch as she desperately tries to pull it down again.
Her eyes flash as she glares at me, and I shrug again as she blushes. She looks far too cute.
Miles takes a seat on the other side of the table next to Erica and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
“So, this is Steve.” Erica points to the guy with the dreadlocks. “And that is Rudolpho.”
“Oh, yes, Rudolpho.” I grin, staring at the man.
He looks at me and blinks. “Whatup?”
“Not much. How are you this evening?”
“Good. Like, what’s going on here?” Rudolpho looks over at Sabrina. “I mean, I was just joking when I said I wanted to hit it. Like, you didn’t have to call reinforcements or bodyguards or whatever.”
“We’re not bodyguards,” I say, laughing. “We just happened to choose the same restaurant and be seated at the same table. Please, continue your date as it was.”
I smile at Sabrina. “How’s it going?”
She blushes and gives me a pointed look. “Absolutely amazing.” She reaches over and grabs Rudolpho’s hand and squeezes. “I feel like we really have a connection, don’t you, Rudolpho?”
“Yeah. I mean, aside from you catfishing me.” He makes a face, but his eyes haven't left her boobs.
“She catfished you?” Miles leans forward. “No way! I didn’t think you had it in you, Sabrina. What did you do?”
“I didn’t catfish him,” she says, glaring. “I…”
“I mean, she must have used…what’s that app called? Facetune, Autotune, Bodytune?”Rudolpho throws his hand down on the table and starts cackling. “I thought she was going to be 100 pounds. You know what I mean? She’s more like 180.”
“Hey!” Erica screams, chin out. “Don’t be rude.”
Rudolpho throws his hands up in the air. “I mean, I’m just saying, I like a little pushin’ for the cushion. Wait. I like a little pushin’ for the cushion.”He bursts out laughing and high-fives Steve. Steve cackles and throws his head back.
“Hey,” he says, looking at me, putting his hand up in the air. “I know they said that I go by Steve, but you can call me Bad Boy Joe.”
“Bad Boy Joe?” I repeat the name.
“Yeah, Bad Boy Joe, you know.”
“No, I don’t know. Exactly what is that name?”
“He wants to be a musician,” Erica says, giving me a look. “And he’s very talented. He’s already played several songs for us that half the restaurant has heard.”
“You know what I mean. I am the king. I am the queen. You know what I mean?” Steve says, rapping loudly.
I press my lips together and try not to laugh.
I look over at Miles, and he’s staring down at his phone. I know he finds the situation absolutely hilarious, as well.
“So, have you got any albums out, Steve, or rather, Bad Boy Joe?” I ask him.
“Well, you know. I’m just waiting on that financing to come through. All the way through baby. You know what I mean. I am the king, she is my queen.” He points at Erica. “She’s the bad girl, she’s gonna be down on her knees tonight, licking my…” he pauses.
“You do know that’s our sister,” Miles says, frowning.
“Oh, yeah, man. I mean, this is just a song.”
“Rude, rude!” Erica says. “I’m sorry, this is just too much.”
“I just feel like…I feel like you’re going to win a Grammy one day.” Sabrina tries to save the moment while shooting Erica a look.
I have no idea why she’s trying to pretend like she thinks he’s talented, but I’ll let her go with it.
A server approaches the table with a gold bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne.
“Here’s the bottle of Dom Perignon.” She places it down on the table proudly. “Would that be four glasses or six?”
“Hi, I’m Racida.” She looks at me and Miles. “I’ll be your server. Are you with this party?”
“No, they’re not,” Sabrina says. “We’re on a double date, and they’re just interlopers who are here because they couldn’t get dates tonight.”
“Yeah, that’s why we’re here,” I say, chuckling.
“Dom Perignon? Very nice.” I look over at Erica and Sabrina. “Classy.”
“Well, you know, our men like to spoil us,” Sabrina says. “Right, darling?”
Rudolpho looks back at her. “I ain’t paying for that shit! How much is it, Racida?”
“Well, this bottle is eight hundred and fifty dollars, but…”
“I ain’t got no eight hundred and fifty dollars!
I barely got forty dollars to my name,” Rudolpho says.
I hear Erica groan loudly. Isneaka glance at Sabrina, and the look on her face resembles mortification.
I've seen that look on her face before. I would never forget it.
I wink at her as Rudolpho exclaims he's no ATM, and it takes everything in me to not burst out laughing.