Page 37 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

Chapter Twenty-One

S abrina

Day number three of Operation Getting Kicked Out of Wes's Apartment.

"Oh, my gosh. Thank God that is over," I say to Erica as we grab a sandwich after our last finals.

"How do you think it went?" she says, looking as ravenous as I feel.

"I think I passed," I say, laughing. "So hopefully, that means I'm going to graduate. And finally, we will be working adults with bachelor's degrees and starting our own podcast soon. Oh, my gosh, I'm so excited."

"Me, too."

"How's it going with my brother?" she says softly.

"Ugh, don't ask."

"That well?"

"I mean, to be quite honest, it's fine. He hasn't tried to do anything, and I barely see him. He works so much. Every night, he wants to do this thing where we ask each other questions so we can get to know each other better. And I mean, it's fine. I just don't understand why he's doing it."

"Oh, like what sort of questions?"

"Like he asked me what animal I would be if I could be an animal."

"Oh, what did you say?"

"I said a dog, because everyone loves them."

"What did he say?"

"He said a bear."

"Oh, because he's so big, strong, and ferocious?" she says, rolling her eyes.

"Something like that," I say, laughing. Even though I'm making fun of our little getting to know each other's sessions, I am quite enjoying it, but I'm not going to tell Erica that.

It feels weird to let her know just how much I really care about her brother, especially seeing as I'm trying to get kicked out of his apartment and the relationship isn't actually going anywhere.

And I don't really want her to know that I'm upset that he hasn't made a move.

I'm happy that he's just giving me a kiss on the cheek each night, but I thought he would try to slip a hand in somewhere or do something or touch me or want to be with me.

But it's not even like I have to turn him down because he's not even interested.

"Well, do you want to go to a movie to celebrate this afternoon?"

"Oh, thanks. I actually can't. I have to go see my mom," I say quickly, which is technically true. I am going to see my mom, but first, I have to go to a pawn shop. I'm going to sell my locket. They’ve offered me $2,000 and were going to give me ninety days to be able to pay back $2,500 before they sell it. I have no idea how I’m going to make $2,500 in ninety days, but that is a problem for another time.

Right now, I need the money badly. My mom received an eviction notice, and if the rent wasn't paid, she was going to be out on her rear.

“Oh, okay. Well, tell your mom I said hi. Or actually, I can come with you if you want and say hello. I haven't seen her in a while."

"No," I say quickly. "I just want to chat with her and talk about the situation with your brother so she doesn't get nervous or worried," I say quickly.

Even though my mom doesn't even know about the situation, and I have no plans on telling her.

I don't need to stress her out or make her feel excited for no reason.

"Oh, okay. Well, maybe next time," Erica says. "I guess I will go to a museum, then." She leans back.

"Oh my gosh, did I tell you that Thunder is really excited about our date? He said his friend Joa is also excited. We just need to figure out a time that's going to work for all of us."

"That sounds cool," I say, nodding. "I'm really glad that you and Thunder seem to be getting along."

"Yeah, he is so sweet. Did I tell you he wrote me a poem?"

"He wrote you a poem? What?"

"Yeah, he said he was up one night, thinking about me, and it inspired him. You want to hear it?"

"Sure." I look at my watch. "I've got some time before I have to catch the train. You want to give me the context, or is there no context?"

"We had been chatting about dinosaurs, and..."

"Dinosaurs?" I interrupt her. "Wait, what? How did the topic of dinosaurs come up?"

"Well, we were saying it'd be really cool if maybe on one of our dates, we went to the natural history museum. And he was telling me that he was curious if I believed in creation or evolution."

"You mean, do you believe in God or not? Was that what he was asking?"

"Yeah. And I told him that I have a mix of both.

I definitely believe in God, but we can't ignore the fact that there's been some sort of evolution.

But the way I see it is that God made evolution.

Well, anyway, we started talking about dinosaurs, and he said something about that conversation sparked this in him. "

"Okay. Well, that sounds cool." I don't know what to say.

I want to ask how old he is. I don't know anyone over the age of ten who really talks that much about dinosaurs, except for maybe paleontologists. And the only paleontologist I know is Ross from Friends , and he is a fictional character. But I’m not going to say anything.

I don't want to get her upset. And maybe Thunder really is that deep.

Maybe he isn't going to be like Rudolfo.

Maybe he will be cool. Okay, let me bring it up.

"You ready?"

"Yeah." I try to look happy and positive. "So I'll read you the little note he sent before the poem so you understand where he's coming from."

"Okay."

"Actually, I'll read you the messages that we were sending back and forth before that, so there's more context."

"Okay," I say, nodding slowly. I don't want to tell her that if she needs to give me this much context, it probably isn’t a good sign.

“So, I said to him, 'Hey, how's it going?

' And he responds with, 'Just thinking about you.’ And I say, 'Oh, I was just thinking about you, too.

' And he says, ‘Well, if you were to be in the Museum of Natural History as an exhibit, what would you be?

' And I said, ‘A Tyrannosaurus Rex. What would you be?

' And he said that he'd be a brontosaurus.

And then I said, 'I see you more as a pterodactyl. ' And he said?—"

"I think you can get into the poem, Erica," I say, cutting her off. "I don't want to be rude." I make a face. "But my mom is expecting me, and..."

"Oh, it's okay. I'll send you screenshots so you can read the texts while you're on the train."

"Sounds good." I nod. "I'll do that."

"Okay. Here is the poem. If you were a Tyrannosaurus Rex, I'd Rex, Rex, Rex you because you'd be like the sex, sex, sex of the brontosaurus.

Can you hear me? Can you be me? Have you heard of a Stegosaurus?

It's got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 of those things on its back.

I don't know what they're called, but can you fly like a pterodactyl in the sky?

I'm so high. I smoke weed because I don't think it's a sin or a creed.

Have you heard of the triceratops? It's got two horns like a rhino.

Oh, Erica, I love your name. I'm not high.

I can fly. You are in the sky with me tonight.

Can you see that we're going to be together all the time, all the time in my bed or yours?

I don't care. Do you care? I don't. I'm just thinking of you.

I'm just inspired by you. I think you're going to make me a better man . "

She pauses. I try not to burst out laughing. I don't know what to say. I don't really consider it a poem. I don't consider it a song, and I don't consider it good.

"So, what do you think?" Erica says excitedly. "Isn't that so sweet?"

"Yeah. It seems like he was really inspired by those dinosaurs. That must've been a scintillating conversation you had about the natural history museum."

"I know. I can't wait to meet him. I mean, some guys, all they want to do is talk about sex and ask you what your favorite positions are, and he goes deeper than that."

"Yep. He is super deep," I say, trying not to laugh. Is Erica losing her mind? Does she really think that's good? “I was going to say that.” I lick my lips nervously.

Erica stares at me, nodding. "You were going to say what?"

I start giggling.

"I'm sorry," I laugh. "I was just... I can't stop laughing now. I was just... I'm sorry." I burst out laughing, and she just stares at me for a couple of seconds.

"Why are you laughing?" she says, moaning. "You think it sucked?"

"I mean, I don't want to say it sucked, but, girl, really? Are you being serious right now?" She leans forward, and her lips start twitching, and she starts laughing. "Okay. So maybe it's not as romantic as something that Percy Shelly would write.

“Or anyone, girl. That sucked. I'm sorry, but he is not trying to be a writer or anything, is he?"

"No, I told you he's not."

"Thank the Lord for that. Because if you told me this man was trying to be a poet or a writer, I was going to have to tell you he's not going to make it, girlfriend."

"Oh, my gosh, Sabrina, that's so mean."

"I'm just keeping it real with you, Erica. I love you, but we've already been on a shitty date, and I’ve got to tell you, I'm not feeling that excited about Thunder after that poem."

She stares at me, blinking. "Okay. I'm going to admit it. I was not that impressed by the poem, but he seemed really excited about me. And when he said it was inspired by our conversation, I figured, you know what? It's kind of sweet. Even if the poem sucks, at least he tried, right?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess he tried something."

I giggle. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be mean. I really like it when guys put in an effort and try to be unique."

She starts laughing then. "Oh my gosh. This is why I love you, Sabrina, because you're always honest with me."

"I try to be, but hey, I really should get going." I look at my watch again. I only have an hour and a half to get to the pawn shop to sell the locket, and I don't want to miss them as I need the money. I stand up. "I'll speak to you later?"

"Sounds good," she says.

"Text me when you get home."

"I will." I head out of the restaurant and to the train station. Wes calls me, and I try not to roll my eyes.

"Hey. Are you there?" he says as I don't answer.