Page 20 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

"Ugh, fine!” Sabrina holds her hands up in the air in exasperation.

“I didn’t want to tell you because it’s embarrassing, but obviously this is going to be a thing.

I want to clear the air with Wes and tell everyone what is going on.

" She stares at me and lets out a long sigh.

"If we are going to be working together, this weirdness must stop.

I will say that last year, I was not in my right mind, and anything I said or did was due to me being stressed and not thinking properly.

" Is this her way of trying to tell me that what happened last year wouldn't happen again?

I hold in a smirk. Maybe this is her way of telling me she's not interested in me any longer, but I don't think she realizes just how much truth and emotion her face broadcasts.

"Erica, last year, when we were hanging out at your parents 'house and celebrating your dad's retirement, well...” She pauses and goes beet-red. “You know what, why don’t you finish the story, Wes?” She looks down, and I can see how uncomfortable she feels.

“You want me to finish the story?” I stare at her with a wry smile. "I mean, isn't this your story to tell?" She looks somewhat annoyed with me.

“Yeah, why not? You were there, and you keep making it awkward.”

“ I’m making it awkward?” I look over at Erica and Miles. "Am I making this awkward?" They both stare back at me with half smiles.

"Someone tell me something," Erica pleads. "I need to know."

“Sabrina attempted to kiss me and asked if I wanted to spend the night with her.” I decide to give the PG version.

That doesn't include her climbing half-naked into my bed, running her fingers across my bare chest, and then grabbing my neck to kiss me.

I don't tell them that I kissed her back excitedly.

I don't tell them that she pushed me back and slid on top of me.

Nor do I tell them the way her eyes widened when she realized I was naked in the bed and she was sitting on my hardening cock.

"That was all that occurred. Right, Sabrina?

An attempted kiss on the lips." I run my fingers through my hair and stare into her eyes.

I wonder if she still thinks about that night.

The way she'd rubbed her panties against my cock, the way I'd reached up and pressed my palms against her nipples, loving how she looked in her see-through negligee.

And when I'd slipped my fingers down between her legs, I'd felt how wet she was.

And I'd been about to slide those panties to the side and thrust into her, when she'd leaned down and whispered against my lips, "Take me, I want you to be my first." Of course, I'd pushed her off immediately.

The words had been like a bucket of ice water thrown against my face.

I was about to fuck Sabrina. Erica's best friend.

And I was about to take her virginity. There was no way I was going to do it.

No matter how much I wanted to. She was too innocent.

Like a sweet, trusting lamb. And I was a wolf.

A very hungry wolf. A wolf with self-restraint.

“I was drunk,” she says, averting her gaze.

“I didn’t even realize it was you when I went for the kiss,” she says quickly, omitting the fact that she'd begged me for a good couple of minutes.

When she'd teared up, I'd felt horrible, but I knew it was for the best. Sabrina deserved better than that for her first time.

“Which,” I say smoothly, “is the reason I declined. I had a feeling you didn't even realize it was me.” Lies! All of it. "Fuck me, Wes. I want you to be my first," she'd moaned. "No one has to know." I can still hear her voice whimpering, as I'd shaken my head.

“Really? That’s the reason you declined?” She turns to me sharply. "Uh-huh."

“I mean, why else would I have declined such an offer? I mean, other than the fact that you're my sister’s best friend and she would kill me if I ever did anything with you or hurt you. Wouldn’t you, Erica?”

She nods. “I do not want Sabrina to be another notch on your belt.” She glances at Sabrina. “Holy hell, Sab. How did I not know that you made a move on my brother? You kept that a secret for ages.” She giggles. "You should have tried to kiss Miles. He would have been game."

"I definitely would have." He nods and leans forward. "You can lay those lips on me now, if you want."

“She doesn't want." My tone is hard, and I attempt to lighten my tone. "I just hope we are okay now, Sabrina. No more avoiding me."

“I was embarrassed, okay? Plus, you were quite rude to me.” She takes a deep breath.

“How was I rude to you?” I ask, not thinking I had been rude in any way whatsoever.

“You were like, never in a billion years is this going to happen .” She bites down on her lower lip. “That was really offensive.”

“I mean, I was just being honest. Never in a million years would I hook up with my little sister’s best friend, who is almost blackout drunk.

” She hadn't been almost blackout drunk, though, and if I’m honest, I would hook up with her tonight if she came with a repeat offer, but I’m not going to tell anyone that.

“Just because I’m not the type you normally go for doesn't mean you have to be so rude.”

“It had nothing to do with that, Sabrina,” I say, frowning.

Does she really think that the reason I didn’t hook up with her is because I don’t find her attractive?

Is she that delusional? Doesn’t she know how absolutely gorgeous she is?

“It had everything to do with you being drunk and being Erica's best friend.

Plus, I didn't want to be...” I clear my throat as I catch myself.

I couldn't say I didn't want to be her first. Mainly because it isn't true and because Erica and Miles don't know the full truth.

“Why, thanks, Wes. You're so thoughtful.”

“Well, I’m just being honest, and I hope you understand that.”

“I’m glad we got that out in the open,” Erica says quickly, though I can tell from her expression that she has something else on her mind.

“Sabrina, I wish you had told me, but I understand why you didn’t.

Wes, stop being a jackass, and let’s just move on.

Obviously, it didn’t happen, and Sabrina, you don’t need to be embarrassed because you know my brother is a pig.

And, Wes, if you were rude to my best friend when you turned her down for a kiss, you owe her an apology. You would have been so lucky.”

“I owe her an apology? I’m the one who was a gentleman.

I’m the one who walked away. I’m the one who should be on your frigging podcast as Mr. Darcy.

” This is some revisionist history if ever I saw it.

I wonder what they would be saying if I had banged the living daylights out of Sabrina.

I bite down on my lip. Fuck, I would have been in real trouble if I'd taken both of her cherries, but I cannot even allow myself to think about that.

Sabrina bursts out laughing, then. “You are not even close to being Mr. Darcy. No way, Jose.” She punches me in the shoulder. "Delusional much?"

“Who would I be compared to if I were on your podcast, then?”

“Freddy Krueger,” Sabrina says without thinking, and it’s my turn to start laughing.

“So, you consider me a nightmare?”

“Yep!” she says, grinning. “I do.”

"I don’t think I can move forward in sponsoring a podcast when one of the hosts thinks I’m Freddy Krueger in a nightmare,” I joke.

“Oh, my gosh, shut up!” Erica says, rolling her eyes. “Are you going to give us the money or not?”

“I’m still waiting on some figures.” I change my tone. "What are you both asking for?"

“A hundred grand,” Erica says immediately.

“A hundred grand?” I stare at her. “Get out of town. There’s no way.”

“Fine. Seventy-five grand.”

“Seventy-five thousand dollars?”

“I mean, we need salaries.”

“Don’t you know, in business, you don’t pay yourself until you’re making a profit?”

“We have to live.” Erica shrugs. "This will be our full-time job."

“Well, Sabrina, don’t you still work at the old people’s home?”

“It’s known as a senior center, and, yes, I do.”

“And, Erica, don’t you still have that part-time job at the coffee shop?”

“Yeah, but…” She makes a face.

“Then I think you guys are going to have to keep those jobs, and I’ll give you twenty-five grand to start. I want to hear the first two episodes, and I will decide after that if I think you warrant a larger investment. What do you say, Miles?"

"I concur." He nods, though I notice his eyes are still on Sabrina, as if he's considering her in another light. I don't like it, and I'm going to have to chat with him in private. If he even so much as thinks of asking Sabrina on a date, he's going to be in a lot of trouble.