Page 40 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

Chapter Twenty-Three

S abrina

Day seven of attempting to get kicked out of Wes's apartment.

Everything is going according to plan , I think to myself as I lie in bed with Bruno next to me.

I can feel Wes staring at me as I rub Bruno between the ears and try hard not to laugh.

When Wes arrived home and saw Bruno on the couch, I thought he was going to have a fit, but somehow, of course, he worked it to his advantage.

Though, I can't complain. The sex was amazing, and while sex was not meant to be part of the plan, we've been having it every day since he got back. I mean, I enjoy it. He enjoys it. So why am I trying to stop the inevitable? We are both attracted to each other. We both enjoy having sex, and he was my first lover. He’s the man I love, even though I’m never going to let him know that.

So even though this wasn't part of the plan, it can be a perk until he chucks me out, because I know that I will definitely be able to get on his nerves enough to get kicked out.

I start smiling as Bruno licks me. "You really love that dog, don't you?" Wes says.

I peer over at him. "Morning. I didn't realize you were up," I say.

"Yeah, well, the dog kicked me." He makes a face. "I never thought I would have a big stinking dog waking me up in the morning." Bruno looks over at him with sad eyes. "I said what I said." He looks over at me. "Your dog is starting to feel a little too at home here."

"Well, this is his home right now until I move out," I say, shrugging. He stares at me for a couple of seconds and just shakes his head. The phone starts ringing, and he hands it to me. I take it dutifully. "Hello. How can I help you?"

"Hi, can I speak to Wes Carrington, please? I am?—"

"Is this about the wife position?" I ask.

"Yes. Is he—" I hang up.

"That was rude," Wes says.

"I'm not going to have a conversation with every single desperate woman who's interested in being with you. It's ridiculous."

"You are the one who placed the ad. You didn't think anyone was going to want to be with me?"

"I mean, I didn't think this many women would see it," I say, shaking my head. "It's crazy. They don't even know you. You could be a psychopath or a serial killer, but I guess it's okay because you look handsome in the photo and you're a billionaire."

"I mean, women do like handsome men, but I think they love billionaires even more." He grins. "So I'm like the total package."

"Shut up," I say, hitting him in the shoulder.

"What? You know it's true. Hey, Bruno?" Bruno looks over at him. "Will you get off the bed?"

"What are you doing? Why does he have to get off the bed?"

"Because I want to do this." Wes leans over and gives me a kiss. I feel him reaching over to pull me toward him, his fingers sliding down between my legs and rubbing my clit.

"Wes," I moan as my back arches. Bruno rolls his eyes and jumps off the bed.

"He knows what's up," Wes says, chuckling. "He's not a cock-blocker."

"Ha ha. You know you're scarring my dog for life, right?"

"What? How am I scarring him?"

"Him seeing us having sex all the time cannot be good for him."

"He doesn't even know what the fuck is going on," Wes says as he kisses me and pulls me on top of him. I feel his hands reach up and play with my breasts.

"Wes," I say as I rub back and forth on his cock. "I have things to do today. In fact, I actually had a plan." I smile down at him. This is going to be the next step in my getting kicked out plan, and I am excited and nervous about how it's going to go.

"Okay, so what do you want to do today?" he says. He lifts my hips up and lowers me down onto his cock.

"Oh, fuck," I say as I start bouncing up and down. "I... Oh, shit," I moan.

"Fuck yeah, that feels so good. Your pussy is so tight on my cock.

Fuck yeah, don't stop," he says, as I bounce faster and faster.

I can't speak right now. All I can do is concentrate on the orgasm building inside of me.

I lean down and kiss him, grasping the side of his face as my hair falls down the side.

He grabs my ass and moves me back and forth, faster and faster, until I feel him exploding inside of me.

I then feel my own orgasm come and collapse down on top of him.

"Oh, my gosh," I say, shaking my head as he kisses the side of my face.

“Who doesn’t love a morning quickie?” He grins. “So, what did you say your plan was for the day?"

"I was thinking maybe we could go shopping," I say with a small smile.

He looked surprised. "Shopping? Why?"

"I was hoping that we could buy a really sexy dress for me to wear tonight."

"Oh, really?" He grins, stroking the side of my face. "How sexy?"

"As sexy as you want it to be," I say, giving him a kiss on the lips. I run my fingers down his chest towards his cock and play with him.

"Fuck, you want to go again?"

"Well, if you want to," I say, pressing my lips against his chest and flicking his nipple with my tongue. “Maybe we can have sex in the shower and then go out shopping.”

“Fuck, sounds good to me,” he says, nodding. "I didn't know that you would want me to buy you stuff."

"I mean, today's a special occasion." I smile. "A really special occasion."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"You'll see," I say, feeling turned on as his cock grows hard in my hands.

"You are fucking spectacular. You know that, right? I'm kind of enjoying you being here," he says softly. "It kind of feels..."

"Shh," I say, pressing my finger to his lips.

"Let's not ruin the moment by talking." I don't want to talk.

I just want to be with him and enjoy the moment.

"I'm meeting up with Erica later to discuss the podcast," I say.

"We're going to get started soon. I'm really excited for you to hear our ideas. "

"I'm excited, as well," he says. "And how's work going at the retirement home?"

"As per usual." I nod. "I love them, and they love me, but let’s just say, old people are like kindergarteners. They just don't know when to quit."

He starts laughing. "Well, bring on old age then, because I miss being in kindergarten."

"Do you really?" I ask him, surprised.

He looks at me thoughtfully. "No, I don't miss being in kindergarten, but I do miss the days when I didn't feel so much pressure in life, you know? When it wasn't all about the deals going on."

"You mean like business stuff? I didn't realize that you felt that way. I thought you loved it."

"Do I love making deals? Do I love the cutthroat nature of business? Not all the time." He shakes his head. "Sometimes I think to myself, there has to be more to life than this, than money."

"But it feels nice to have money, I bet."

"Yeah, it does. Not just because of what it does for me, but how I can use it to help other people, you know?" His face softens.

"Nope," I say, shaking my head. "We're not going to talk about you giving me or my mom money or anything like that."

"I wasn't going to say a thing. So, what's your mom doing? Has she found a new job?"

"She's doing well. She's actually been reading a lot of books. She also joined the world of social media, and she posts about the books she’s read."

"Oh, cool," he says. "And the job search?"

"It's going. It's a tough market," I say.

I don't want to talk about my mom because that will make me nervous, because I still need to figure out a way to make more money to pay for her rent, and I need to figure out a way to get a place to stay for me and Bruno when Wes finally kicks us out.

It's just too much for me to think about right now.

"So, shall we take that shower?" I ask him.

"We can." He grins and picks me up and carries me out of bed and towards the bathroom.

He places me on the countertop and then gives me a kiss.

"I love you being here," he says, and for a few moments, I thought he was going to say he loved me, which is stupid because there's no way he loves me.

He just enjoys having sex with me. He surely doesn't know that I love him.

If he did, he'd die, and I'd die of embarrassment.

But I do. There are so many different things I love about him, but that's just not the nature of this relationship.

I smile to myself as he runs his fingers down the side of my body.

"I'm going to get you the sexiest dress to wear tonight.

" He grins. "You're going to wear it tonight, right? "

"Yes," I say, smiling at him. "I'm going to wear it tonight. I want it to be everything you've ever dreamed you'd see me in.” I smile at him. “I want high heels, and I want to get my hair and makeup done, and I want to look like a million dollars."

"You going all out for tonight? I didn't even know we had anything special planned."

"Well, you know," I say, slipping my fingers through his hair and bringing him down for a kiss.

"Sometimes we don't know everything." I grin at him, and he growls as he lifts me up and plays with my clit.

I melt against him. I love being with him.

I love him being inside of me, and I will miss this when it ends.

"You're going to look so fucking hot tonight," he says. "Touching me, searing me, loving me. I can't fucking wait."

"Me, too," I say, but what he doesn't know is that the dress isn't for him. Tonight's the double date with Thunder and Joa. I'm going to have him choose this dress, and then I'm going to go out. He's going to absolutely lose his mind, and I'm going to love absolutely every moment of it.