Page 30 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

Chapter Sixteen

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"Hello?” I answer the phone, annoyance in my tone.

I don't know who all these people are that are calling me, but I'm over it.

I stare down at Sabrina as I wait for the person on the other side of the line to speak.

She's staring at me with a tinge of amusement and wariness, and I wonder if she's feeling overwhelmed by what's occurring between us.

I didn't come over to bed her, but when I saw her and heard about her date, I wanted to ensure she didn't forget me and the way I made her feel.

"Hi, is this Wes?" a sultry-sounding woman speaks into the phone. "Wes Carrington, the billionaire?"

"What?" I frown. "This is Wes. Who is this?"

"Your new wife."

"My new what?" I look over at Sabrina and roll my eyes. I have no idea what's going on. "Who is this?"

"My name is Eugenia, and I'd like to be considered for the position."

"If you're looking for a job, please contact the HR department for Carrington Enterprises.” I hang up and settle back down next to Sabrina. “Some lady trying to be inventive to get a job. She better not call me again, or I'll have to get her blackballed and make sure she never works for me."

"Oh, someone called you about a job?" Sabrina exhales visibly, and I wonder if she's happy and eager to change the subject. Maybe I was bringing up subjects that were making her uncomfortable. Maybe she thought I was going to ask her to move in with me. Which I hadn't been.

"Yeah, I guess people are desperate these days.

Trying to do everything to get a job. So, where were we?

" I want to talk about us again. Want to ask her on a date.

I'm annoyed that I let myself sleep with her before I tried to get to know her on a deeper level.

I wanted the relationship to grow and become established before we slept together, but I've already messed that up.

My phone starts ringing again, and I frown as I see another unknown number.

"Yes?" I shout into the phone as I answer. I never get unknown calls, and this is really beginning to aggravate me. Sabrina offers me a nervous smile before rolling out of bed and grabbing some clothes. I try to grab her hand, but she shakes her head and points to the clock on her desk.

"Wes Carrington, please." The voice sounds young and giggly.

"Who is this?"

"Gigi."

"How can I help you, Gigi?"

"How young are you open to?" She giggles, and I hear whispering in the background. I strain my ears to see if I can hear what is being said.

"What are you talking about?"

"The position." She giggles. "The one with all the travel to Paris."

"Paris?" I notice Sabrina flinch, and I suddenly remember that at one point in her life, visiting Paris had been at the top of her travel list. I wonder if she is still as obsessed with all things French as she had been as a teen.

"Yeah, I wanna go on a free trip. So, how old do I have to be? I'm seventeen next month."

"Sorry, but I think that the job advertisement has included the wrong phone number. You will have to call HR." I hang up, frustrated, and run my hands through my hair. "Someone in HR is going to be fired," I tell Sabrina, and then my phone rings again. "Hello."

"Is this Mr. Carrington?"

"Yes."

"The grumpy billionaire himself?"

"What?" I clear my throat. "Look, the job advertisement had the wrong number. This is not?—"

"I'm 40-32-46," she says quickly. "Big boobs and big ass." She lowers her voice. "Men say I have hips for pushing out babies, if that's what you're looking for."

"Hips for pushing out what?" My jaw drops, and I put the phone on speakerphone and mute myself. "I think someone is punking me," I say to Sabrina as I point to my phone. "Listen to this."

"To what?" She looks confused.

"My call," I say and then unmute the phone. "Sorry, I think I misheard you."

"I was curious how many kids you want to have."

"What business is that of yours?"

"I mean, if I'm the one pushing the kids out…" The lady on the phone laughs. "I expect push presents, as well. A million per baby. And I don’t want to sign a prenup. I mean, I'm not interested in you for your money or anything. But I think we should marry for love and trust, don't you?"

"Sorry, who the hell are you?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sia, like the singer.

You know the one from—wait, what country is she from again?

" She pauses. "But she sings that song." And to my shock, the lady on the phone starts singing.

I can see Sabrina about to collapse in giggles.

"This isn't funny," I whisper at her. "Are we in the Twilight Zone here? What is going on?"

"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 that will 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? Why do 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."

"Maybe I'd like that." She licks her lips and steps toward me. "Maybe the very thought of that is making me aroused."

My breath catches as she flirts with me. "Shall I test it and see if you're telling the truth?"

"Why not?" She presses her lips against mine and flutters her lashes against my face. My heart is racing as she teases me. I've never seen this side of Sabrina before, and I'm not sure what's come over her. I like it. It makes me realize that she's not quite the innocent I thought she was.

"I'm ready if you are." I spin her around so that her ass is to my crotch, and I reach up and grab her neck lightly. "So, Ms. Sabrina, what's it to be? A loud, obnoxious fuck fest, or are you going to tell me why all these women are suddenly calling me?"