Page 43 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

Sabrina

Holy shit! My heart races as I lie in Wes's bed. Only yesterday, I'd been wanting to see the inside of his bedroom, and now I am in his bed. Naked, aside from the flimsy thong I’m wearing. I’m tired, sweaty, and completely satisfied. If I had known that sex would be that good, I wouldn't have waited. And Wes said it would get even better. Not that I would be sleeping with him again.

I know he doesn't believe me, but I didn't come over, hoping to get laid. I barely believe myself, but it is true. I mean, maybe on some subconscious level, I wouldn't have minded if something went down, but sex, actual sex…I hadn't been prepared for that. I’m not even shaved down there, not that Wes seemed to mind. I blush as I think about everything he didn't mind.

"Here's some water." Wes walks back into the bedroom with a glass of water. His gait is confident as he strides over to me, his cock hanging in front of him like an hour hand on a clock. I don'twant to stare at it, but I can't stop. That had just been inside of me. Twice. Shit!

"Thanks." I take the water and sip it gratefully. I'm thirsty and also starving. I also don't know the protocol for what happens next. Do I grab my clothes and leave? Is it okay for me to ask to take a shower? I'm sticky between my legs and on my stomach, and I don't particularly want to ride home on the train with dried cum on my skin. My face flushes at the thought.

This will be my first walk of shame. And I will feel shame indeed. Maybe I can ask Wes to borrow a sweater or something.

"The food will be here in five minutes." He sits on the mattress next to me. "I hope you're still hungry."

"I'm starving." I rub my stomach and feel his eyes narrow as my breasts bounce around. "For food," I add quickly, and he laughs as if I just told a funny joke. Truth be told, making love with Wes felt spectacular, but it hurt a little bit, and my muscles are already feeling tight. "Do you mind if I hop in the shower?" I ask as I get up out of bed. I go to pull the sheet down and then pause as I see the blood stains. "Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry." My hand flies to my mouth. "I'll pay for them."

"It's fine." He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. "I will wash them with bleach." He caresses the side of my face. "How are you feeling? Not too sore, I hope."

"Not at all." I lie. "I mean, if I'm honest, I barely felt anything."

"That's a porky pie lie." He shakes his head as he squeezes my butt cheeks. "And I'd prove it right now, but I want you to be able to walk in the morning."

"Well, aren't you a gentleman?" I say sarcastically, and he laughs hard.

"Not really." He pulls me toward a door on the side of the room. "That's the bathroom. Have a bath or a shower. I'll bring you a towel." He kisses me lightly on the lips. "I would join you,but I wouldn't want my small cock to accidentally slip inside of you again." He taps me on the ass, and I head into the bathroom and take a deep breath. "Don't take too long, or the food will get cold," he calls after me, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Wes Carrington certainly better not be under the illusion that he can boss me around. I turn on the shower and wait for the water to turn warm before stepping in. Holy shit! I'm taking a shower in Wes's house.

Wes Carrington just took my virginity, and I can't even tell Erica. I feel ashamed that I'm going to keep this from her, but I don't even know what to say, especially seeing as we weren't completely honest about what occurred last year. I'd tried to seduce her brother, and now one year later, we’ve finally done the deed. It made me feel calculated and manipulative, even though that hadn't been my intention at all. I’m not even sure how I feel right now. A part of me is still in bliss. Feelings that have been dormant inside of me for the last year are bubbling to the surface, ready to pop out of me. Feelings I pretended no longer existed.

I love Wes Carrington. I have since I was sixteen years old. Not that he even looked at me then. It’s only in the last few years that I've felt like he actually recognized that I was a woman, an adult, an equal. No, that’s a lie. Wes Carrington still treats me like he is much more mature than I am. Like he knows more than I do. Like he rules the world, and I am one of the citizens he reigns over. But I don't want to be someone he thinks he can control. To be fair, I don't know what I want from this. He’s already told me he isn't looking for a wife, and he isn't going to be whisking women away to Paris or anything. Like I want that. He really thinks every woman wants him.

"Ha, pompous asshole," I whisper under my breath as I clean my body. "What would he do if a bunch of women really did want him?" I giggle to myself, and an idea forms in my brain. What ifI take out an ad as Wes, saying I'm looking for a wife? He'd be inundated with women then. He could boss them all around. "I couldn't," I mutter as I shampoo my hair.

"Are you done, Sabrina?" Wes pops his head into the bathroom. "The food is here, and you need to eat. I don't need you fainting on me because I fucked the life out of you." He chortles as if he thinks he's funny.

"So romantic." This time, I do roll my eyes. "Just what every woman wants to hear after making love for the first time."

"What?" He takes a step forward. "The water was too loud. What did you say?" He eyes my naked body and licks his lips. "You want another go on the Wes rodeo ride?"

"Really?" I want to laugh, but I don't want to encourage him. It would be so easy to just see where this goes. So easy to love him. So easy to hope that one day, he would love me.

"So, I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve decided that I would up my investment to $200,000 for the podcast." He looks at me thoughtfully and takes a seat on the toilet. He looks so handsome sitting there, his dark hair messy, my lipstick still on his cheek. His brown eyes are soft, no longer teasing. He's being serious, and all I can think is that he's done this because of me.

"What do you mean?" I turn the shower off and wring the water out of my hair. "You said twenty-five grand last night."

"Yes, but you and Erica can't take a salary from that."

"You said you were giving us a two-episode test." I grab the towel he hands me and wrap it around my body. "Why would you go from twenty-five grand to 200 in less than twenty-four hours?" I press my lips together. "Not because we had sex, right? You don't think that I..." I can't even finish the sentence.

"No, of course not, Sabrina." He stands up and pulls me to him. "I just think that if this is something you two are serious about, you should be able to focus on it without having to worry about a day job to pay the bills. Plus, I know you want to helpyour mom. This will help put you on the path to figure out what you want."

I don't know what to say. All I can think about is my parents. How my mom had met my dad when she was in college. How he'd swept her off her feet. How she'd dropped out to help him pursue his dreams. How they'd gotten pregnant. How she'd given up everything for him, with the promise of him taking care of us. Of him loving us. And then he'd left. Without even a look back. And my mom was still grieving the loss of the man she'd thought was her soulmate. The man who was meant to be her provider. The man who had thrown it all back in her face. I could still remember the last conversation they'd had. Mom didn't know I'd heard. She thought I'd been sleeping. But I'd woken up to the shouting. I'd crept to their bedroom door and stood outside and listened. I can still hear my dad telling my mom she was a fat pig. A bitch. Saying she'd trapped him. Saying he wanted more from life. Saying he hated feeling responsible for her happiness. How he wished she'd taken care of herself a bit more. How she should have gotten a job. How he'd felt like he was there to be her personal ATM. And she'd sobbed and asked if he'd ever loved her, and he said he didn't know.

"I don't want you to do that." I shake my head and avoid his eyes. "I think you should stick with the original plan."

"But..."

"But nothing, Wes." I look him directly in the eyes and summon all the courage I have. "I don't want you changing anything. And I really need to go home. I have finals coming up, and I have work to do."

"You're not going anywhere tonight, Sabrina." His expression changes to that of an obstinate schoolboy. His brow furrows as he follows me into the bedroom. "You don't want me to call you a cab, and I am not letting you take a train at this time of night."

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