Page 22 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

Chapter Twelve

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"Dinner last night was fun." Erica yawns on the other end of the phone. "Thanks for rescuing Sabrina and me. We had a good time."

"I'm glad," I say slowly, not sure if she's going to ask me more about what she'd been told. "When are you girls going to come and pick up your stuff? Is it going to be this weekend?"

"I'm not sure. I have to study." She groans loudly. "My study group for the macroeconomics final is meeting for five hours today so we can go over some old exams. I know Sabrina has to write a paper, but maybe she can go over and pick up everything. Text her and ask her."

"I don't want to bother her if she's doing work."

"It's fine, Wes, but if you can wait, I can come during the week, or you can bring it to Grandma's tomorrow, and that way, neither one of us has to go over there."

"I'm not sure if I can make it to Grandma's tomorrow," I lie. "I'll text Sabrina and see if she can come and get the stuff."

"Okay, cool. Well, I'm going to sleep for another hour, then I'm headed to the library. Talk to you soon."

"Bye." I hang up and walk to the bathroom, disrobing from my sweaty gym shorts and shirt as I turn on the shower.

I spent the morning playing basketball with some guys at the gym, and now I need to clean up.

My brain goes to the night before as I step into the gray slate shower.

The dinner had gone well; we all chatted, laughed, and talked about old times, and the evening ended with Miles and me dropping Sabrina and Erica off at their dorm in a taxi.

If I weren't a gentleman, I would have persuaded Sabrina to come back to my place. I would have asked her if she still wanted to have her wicked way with me. Though I’m not sure if I'd still be her first. Not that I cared.

I don't respect women any less if they've been with other men.

Though, for some reason, I do hope Sabrina is still a virgin.

For selfish reasons. I want to be the first man to make her orgasm.

My hands fly to my cock as I picture how differently that night could have gone if I hadn't given a shit.

I think about her pussy lips rubbing against her panties, spilling over onto the head of my hardness.

I can still smell her juices. Still feel her little nub as she'd rubbed back and forth on me, pleasuring herself. Fuck. I want to be inside of her. I explode into my hand and allow the shower water to rinse it down the drain before I grab the soap and clean myself off. This is not the first time I've had this daydream in the shower, but it is the first time it has been this intense. It’s the first time I’ve wanted to take action and actually make it happen.

I grab the shampoo and pour it onto my scalp and scrub for a few minutes before turning off the water and stepping out.

I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I grab my phone and shoot Sabrina a text.

Wes: Hey, you got a minute?

Sabrina: Yes.

Wes: I was just wondering when you'd be able to come by and pick up your stuff from my apartment. Unless you were planning on using it to get ready for another date. Which, I don't mind...if you allow me to help you choose your next outfit, of course.

Sabrina: ... ...

Wes: Nothing came through?

Sabrina: I didn't want to cuss out the man investing in my new business.

Wes: Oh, so now you're going to be all sweet with me?

Sabrina: I've always been sweet.

Wes: I have reason to contradict you. :)

Sabrina: Okay. I don't know when I can come. Maybe Erica can pick everything up.

Wes: She's in a study group this weekend, and I was hoping it would be gone before I go out of town on Monday, as I have a cleaner coming in, and I don't want to confuse her.

Sabrina: God forbid she gets confused by a couple of items of clothing.

Wes: Female clothing.

Sabrina: Oh, true, anyone would be shocked to see that a woman would be interested in going over to your place.

Wes: Sure, little wren...women never want to be around me....

Sabrina: I'm sure they don't.

Wes: So, when are you coming?

Sabrina: I don't know. I have a paper to write, and I'm thinking of going to a coffee shop, but I guess I could come up afterwards and grab it, then take it back on the train with me. If it's that important.

Wes: Sounds like a plan. I can grab a pizza if you think you'll be hungry afterwards.

Sabrina: That's fine. I won't be there that long.

Wes: I was hoping we could talk...in person.

Sabrina: About?

Wes: About last year.

Sabrina: We spoke last night.

Wes: That was a lie. You did more than try to kiss me. And we both know you knew it was me, and you weren't super drunk.

Sabrina: I was not in my right mind. And I'm glad you turned me down. I'm so glad I don't have to live with you being my first.

Wes: So, then it has happened...

Sabrina: What?

Wes: Your first time?

Sabrina: Why do you care?

Wes: Just curious if you found someone.... Erica hasn't mentioned a boyfriend. And you were on a date last night, so...

Sabrina: It's nunya...

Wes: What? I'm not hip. What does that mean?

Sabrina: It means that it's nunya business, Wes. My virginity is personal to me. What time do you need me to pick up the stuff by? My train is arriving soon.

Wes: I'll be around all night.

Sabrina: Okay.

Wes: Text before you come so I know you're on the way.

Sabrina: Fine.

I watch my fifth episode of FBI and stare at my phone. It's 9:00 p.m., and I haven't heard from Sabrina. I'm disappointed that she has decided not to show up. Not because I really cared about her picking up the stuff, but because I wanted to see her.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Wes?" I lecture myself as I jump up and grab another beer from the fridge.

My stomach grumbles, and I realize I haven't eaten dinner.

I've been waiting for Sabrina to arrive so that I could order something for both of us.

Well, that was a waste of time. I open the freezer and stare in disappointment at the only two bags in there: frozen chunks of mangoes and cauliflower rice.

I head back to the couch to grab my phone to order takeout when I see I have two missed messages.

Sabrina: Sorry, I just finished my paper. Are you up? I can come over now.

Wes: I am up. Was just about to order food. Are you hungry?

Sabrina: I mean, I am a horse, right?

Wes: Pizza?

Sabrina: I guess.

Wes: How far away are you? I'll order it when you arrive.

Sabrina: About ten minutes.

Wes: I'll come down to the lobby and wait for you.

My heart feels lighter than it should as I head to my front door and head to the elevator.

She wasn't dissing me. She doesn't still hate me.

A gamut of emotions passes through my brain as I make my way down to the lobby.

Now that Sabrina's about to graduate, I feel differently about our positions in regards to everything.

However, she is still Erica's best friend.

I'm not sure if I can act on my feelings. It’s true that I first noticed Sabrina as a woman right before her twentieth birthday.

She'd been singing and dancing with Erica and pretending to be some sexy popstar, and I'd suddenly realized that she was gorgeous and all woman.

Not that I'd even thought about acting on it.

There was no way I was crossing that line.

But we saw each other so regularly, and after that, I made sure to spend time just talking to her, very lightly flirting, but I never crossed any lines.

Never even thought about it. Not until last year.

We'd been at my parents' house for the weekend.

We'd all gone swimming, and Sabrina and I ended up heading to the hot tub.

We'd chatted about dream vacations and our favorite movies.

And then somehow, I'd made a comment about how some women love hot tubs because the jets can get them off.

She'd said she'd have to find out for herself one day, and then we'd laughed.

Somehow, her legs had wound up on mine, and I'd massaged her feet for a few minutes.

Then we'd gotten out of the hot tub, and I'd given her a kiss on the cheek and said good night.

Then I'd gone to bed. Naked. I was actually in the middle of masturbating, thinking of fucking her in the hot tub, when she'd slyly entered my room.

I'd thought I was dreaming at first, but when my fingers had pinched her nipples, I knew it was very real.

Her moans and whimpers as she'd rubbed against me had made me even harder.

My cock tightens as I think about that night again.

I had been mere centimeters from entering her.

From feeling her on me, from grabbing her hips and bouncing her up and down.

The elevator doors beep, and I roll my shoulders as I walk out.

I need to get my head straight. I decide to walk outside the building and wait for her.

Sometimes I just like to observe people.

The world is such a big place, and I feel like a mere peon on Earth.

I notice her immediately. She's wearing earbuds, her hair is loose and flowing, the jeans she's wearing hug her curvy figure, and the top she's wearing exposes some belly and the top of her breasts.

She looks gorgeous. And completely unaware of it.

No casual observer would be able to tell that she was not only sexy but funny, as well.

And brilliantly smart and caring. And just a decent human being.

"Hey." I hold my hand up and wave to her as she looks in my direction. A smile starts to spread across her face, but quickly changes to a scowl.

"Hello, Wes." She stops in front of me and pulls her earbuds out. "Did you bring the stuff down?"

"No." I want to hug her, but I can tell that's not about to happen. "Aren't we going to enjoy some pizza together?"