Page 39 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

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In fact, I even looked up Broadway shows and operas to see if I could find a couple to take her to.

I want to take her on a real date. I want to woo her, treat her, yet we weren't in that place yet.

We've slept together and we have had conversations that have felt real and alive, and I know her almost better than I know myself, but we haven't been on a real first date, which I want to change, but I can tell that she isn't quite in that place yet.

I open the front door to my apartment and immediately notice a small heap of poop on the doormat in front of me. "What the fuck?" I say, blinking, wondering if somehow I've been infested with rats. But do rats even poop this big? I think to myself.

I step inside and close the door. I can hear the sound of snoring coming from the living room.

I smile to myself. I didn't realize that Sabrina snored.

She must've fallen asleep watching TV. I tread lightly past the kitchen and into the living room, and my jaw drops.

There, on my very expensive couch, lies a big black dog on its back with its legs in the air.

Its face is tilted to the side, its tongue is hanging out, and I watch as drool drops onto the fabric.

I stare for a couple of seconds and blink.

There's the snoring. It isn't Sabrina, but this dog, which, on closer inspection, looks like it is possibly a black lab.

I can feel myself starting to seethe. It is the dog that pooped.

A dog. A dog in my expensive apartment. What the hell is going on here? I think.

I take another step forward, and the floorboard creaks beneath me. Immediately, the dog looks at me, narrows its eyes, and starts growling and barking. "Whoa," I say loudly as the dog jumps off the couch and heads towards me. I hear footsteps running down the corridor.

"Bruno? What's going on?" Sabrina cries out and then stops dead in her tracks as she sees Bruno jumping up on me. "Oh, Wes, you're back," she says, with a beautiful smile. "Good to see you."

"Erm, you too." I take in her appearance, her messy hair, her long, bare legs. She's wearing an oversized T-shirt, and I can tell she doesn't have on a bra as her breasts bounce as she heads over to me. "Who is this?" I look down at the dog with the dopey smile and the big brown eyes.

"This is Bruno, my new dog, or should I say our new dog." She reaches over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Bruno, this is Wes, your new daddy."

"What?" I stare at her, and she giggles.

"Isn't he so, so amazing?" She bends down and starts rubbing the top of his head. "It's okay, Bruno. Are you okay? Did the big, scary man wake you up?"

"What is going on?" I stare at her. This is not how I thought this conversation would go. I thought she'd be apologizing to me. I thought she'd be begging me to forgive her for bringing this smelly, stinky animal into my apartment, yet she's comforting the dog. "Sabrina?"

"Yes, Wes?" She looks up at me, her eyes shining.

"Isn't he so cute? I love him. I had to keep him. His name's Bruno. Well, I guess you know that now. Bruno, this is Wes."

Sabrina, we need to talk. What is this dog doing in my apartment?"

"Oh, I mean, I live here, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he's my dog, so he lives here now, too."

"Sabrina."

"What?" She starts pouting. "This is our new roommate.

Don't you think he's so cute?" She grins.

"Isn't he adorable? I mean, I had to take him.

I was at my mom's place, and her neighbor got a dog, but he wasn't allowed to have a dog, and the landlord said that the dog had to go.

Jacobo couldn't find anyone to take him, so I said, I'll take him because I live here now, and I know you're allowed pets.

So I decided to bring him, and now he lives with us, and he's just amazing. "

"Sabrina, you did not even ask me."

"I didn't want to bother you. I knew you were on a work trip, and well, you are the one who wanted me to live here with you, right?

" She stares at me. "Or are you now telling me that you think I need to leave?

" She blinks. "Is that what you're trying to say to me?

Are you trying to tell me that you think Bruno and I should leave?

" Bruno looks up at me with big brown eyes.

"Sabrina, your dog pooped on my doormat." I blink at her. "Poop. Fresh poop. Stinky poop."

"Oh, my gosh. He must've done it in the night. He must've been scared. You have to remember, this is a new place for him."

My jaw drops. She's got to be kidding. I see the way her lips are twitching, and I suddenly figure out what's going on.

She wants me to kick her out. Well, two can play that game.

I realize then that little Sabrina is a lot more devious than I'd initially thought.

"Will you clean up the poop, and I'll think about the plan for what I'm going to do. "

"What do you mean, the plan for what you're going to do? I mean, if I live here, then Bruno has to live here because he is where I am. That's how these things go." She stands up. "Bruno, to your bed."

"What bed?" I say, and then my eyes narrow as he jumps up onto the couch again and rests his head against my throw pillows. "That is not his bed, Sabrina."

"I figured you would want him on the couch rather than the bed, right?"

I just stare at her. "Are you going to pick up the poop?"

"I guess so," she says, smiling at me sweetly. "How was your trip? Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you breakfast?"

"Breakfast a la Sabrina?" I say, raising an eyebrow. "Do we have more ramen noodles for you to ruin?"

"Ha ha. Very funny." She giggles. She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my neck. "It's good to see you," she says, fluttering her eyelashes and looking up at me. "Thank you for letting me keep Bruno." I stare down at her, at her pink, luscious lips and rosy cheeks, and I just smile.

"I think you need to clean up the poop," I say.

She giggles, steps back, and goes to the kitchen to grab some paper towels.

I follow behind her and watch as she bends down to pick up the poop, her T-shirt riding up so that I can see her ass.

She's wearing a thong again. Immediately, my cock twitches.

She's so fucking sexy. I reach over and slide my hand around her waist, and she gasps as I slip it up to the top of her shirt.

"Wes," she says, moaning slightly, still bent over, her ass in the air.

"Yes, darling?"

"What are you...?" My hand reaches up and plays with her nipples. She moans slightly. "Oh, my gosh."

"I missed you," I say, as I reach down and slide my finger into her panties.

She moans slightly as I rub her clit. I'm delighted to see that she's already wet.

I grind my crotch into her ass, and she wiggles it gently back and forth.

I'm about to unzip when I realize that she's still bent over the poop.

I chuckle. "Go and throw that away," I say.

She stands up straight again and looks at me. "You're bossy."

"And you're naughty," I say, licking my lips. "Throw it away and wash your hands."

"You don't tell me what to do, Wes Carrington."

“I'm not telling you what to do. I assume that's what you were going to do anyway."

She just shakes her head and walks with her head held high towards the kitchen. I watch as she throws the poop into the trash can and then washes her hands. She stands there as she dries them and just stares at me. "So, do you want some breakfast?”

“I do,” I say, nodding as I stalk into the kitchen behind her. “I’m very hungry.”

“So what would you like?”

“I don’t want ramen.”

“I’m not going to make you ramen, Wes. Would you like some toast or eggs?”

“No,” I say, laughing. “You know exactly what I want.”

“No, I don’t. Pancakes?"

"I want you, Sabrina." Her eyes widen as I pick her up and place her onto the large countertop.

"Wes, what?"

"You know what. Take your top off," I say.

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and shakes her head.

"Take your top off." I look down at her again and let out a low, guttural growl.

She swallows, and I watch as she pulls the top off.

I grab it from her hands and throw it to the ground.

I lean forward and give her a kiss on the lips, my fingers grazing her nipples.

"That's what I'm talking about." I grin. "I've missed you. Have you missed me?"

"Maybe," she says, her words light and low.

I chuckle as I reach for her panties and pull them down.

Then I spread her legs and place my mouth in the one place it's wanted to be for the last week.

She moans as I lick and suck her. I can feel her close to orgasm within minutes of eating her out.

Her hands are gripping my hair, and it turns me on even more than I already am.

"Fuck, you taste good," I say as I thrust my tongue into her and suck on her clit.

"Oh, fuck,” she says. “Oh, my gosh, Wes, I'm going to come," she moans, and then before she's able to experience orgasm, I pull my tongue out of her. I look down at her, and she's whimpering.

"Wes?"

"Shh," I say, placing my finger against her lips.

She stares at me for a couple of seconds as I pull her off the countertop and then walk her to the living room.

I bend her forward over the side of the couch.

I can see Bruno staring at us with suspicious eyes.

I don't care. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock and rub my fingers against her clit and her opening.

She whimpers slightly, and then I thrust myself deep and hard inside of her.

"Fuck yeah," I say. "I'm home, baby." She looks back at me and rolls her eyes, and I thrust into her deeper and harder. "Say it."

"Say what?" she says.

"Tell me you wanted this."

"Wes," she moans.

"Tell me."

"Fine. I wanted it."

"Good girl," I say, and then I fuck her hard and fast, and I can't help but laugh as the dog watches us with wide eyes. "If you're going to be living here," I say to Bruno, "then you're going to be witnessing a lot of fucking."