Page 44 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"You can't tell me what to do."

"I can, and I will." He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. "You are not going anywhere tonight, but to sleep in my bed. You don't have a say in the matter."

"I don't have a say?" I glare at him. "Excuse me, who do you think you are?"

"Wes Carrington." He smirks. "Now, hurry up. I'm hungry." He walks over to his closet, pulls out a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and throws them at me. "Put these on and meet me in the living room. We can watch a movie while we eat."

"Yes, sir. No, sir. Three bags full."

"If you say so." He heads out of the bedroom, his shoulders relaxed, and I stare at his back muscles. He stops at the doorway and looks back at me. "Don't try and fight it, sweet Wren. I can't help if women are attracted to me. You can't help but be attracted to me. It's just a fact of life." He laughs and heads out of the room, and I know then that I'm definitely going forward with my idea. Let's see how much Wes Carrington enjoys being the most eligible bachelor in the city once all the women in it really do want him.

"Just wait, Wes." I giggle under my breath. "You're not going to know what hit you when I'm done with you."

Chapter Fourteen

Wes

"I thought you were going to London this week." Miles drops by my office and stares at me in surprise. "Didn't you say you were leaving on Tuesday?"

"Change of plans," I snap, irritation clear in my voice as he walks into the office and takes a seat in the empty chair on the opposite side of my desk. I close my laptop, lean back, and glare at him. "Can I help you?" There's no hiding that I am in a bad mood, and I'm not even attempting to try. Sabrina left my apartment Saturday night in a cab because she refused to spend the night, and I haven't heard from her since. And I sent her three texts and attempted to call her once.

"What change?" Miles leans forward and picks up a notepad from the desk. He flicks through the pages and clears his throat. "What's got you in such a bad mood? I noticed that Swansea Investments shot up 300 percent this morning. Weren't you heavily invested in their stock?"

"Yes," I snap, not wanting to talk about it.

"So, didn't you sell?"

"I sold and profited 50 million." I glance at my phone screen to see if I have any missed calls or texts. I don't. "What of it?"

"I thought that would make you happy."

"It's only money." I pick up my phone, unlock it, and check to see that I have service. "Have you spoken to Erica recently?"

"Yesterday, why?"

"I was just wondering if she and Sabrina are done with finals yet. When will they be starting work on the podcast? I transferred the money to Erica's account on Monday, and I haven't received any updates yet."

"It's Thursday, Wes." Miles looks surprised. "What are you expecting? I think they'll be done in a couple of weeks. Surely, you can't be expecting to hear the first podcast before then?"

"I just want to ensure that the money isn't going to be spent on new clothes and other random shit."

"You know Dad gives Erica a generous allowance, right?" Miles laughs and shakes his head. "And Sabrina is unlikely to take even a penny for herself. You know how prideful she's always been."

"I do." I frown. Because he's right. She's always been prideful, stubborn, naïve, and innocent. All the things that made me pause when she'd come to my room last year. "She really needs to learn to accept help when it's offered."

"She's independent." Miles shrugs and stands up, looking at his watch. "I have an appointment in ten minutes, but don't worry about Erica and Sab. They will produce the content you want to hear. Let them graduate first."

"I'm not asking them to flunk out in their final semester. I would just like some..." I pause as Miles gives me a funny look. I realize that I sound far too invested in their podcast, especially as the sum was such an inconsequential amount in my life. "In other news, I'm thinking about investing in a town in Montana."

"What do you mean?" Miles's eyes widen, and I can tell that I’ve taken him aback with the news. "A whole town? Or a store in the town."

"The whole town." I grin for the first time in days. "We can talk about it soon."

"Dinner tonight?" he asks as he holds up his phone. "I have to get to my office to take this."

"Dinner tonight sounds good." I watch as he heads out of my office, then lean back in my seat and call Sabrina again. It rings twice before going to voicemail. I try again, and this time, it rings for about twenty seconds before going to voicemail. "Don't make me come up to Columbia," I mutter as I throw the phone down on the desk. Am I in the wrong here? I honestly don't know. I just know I don't like being ignored. At all. I call one last time and am about to hang up before the voicemail starts again, when she finally answers.

"Hello?" she asks breathlessly, like she has no clue I'm on the other end of the phone.

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