Page 64 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"But anyway, can I speak to you later?"

"Yes, darling. I love you."

"Love you, too. Bye." I hang up. "Oh my gosh, Miles. I am going to blow a gasket."

"Really, though?" He tilts his head to the side. "I feel like you're not as mad as you could be."

"What do you mean, I'm not as mad as I could be?"

"I feel like it's actually kind of working out for you."

"What are you talking about? How is being inundated with calls working out for me?"

"Because the love of your life is going to be staying with you."

"I mean, this is not something I planned. She's the one who put the ad in the paper, not me. I..."

"Whatever," Miles says, shaking his head. "You can tell yourself whatever you want to, but I have a feeling I know the truth."

"Yes, Miles. You know the truth about everything. You are the true seeker of the universe. Superman, Batman has got nothing on you, right?"

Miles shakes his head. "Is that your way of telling me you want to get into production? Because I did meet someone a couple of months ago who was wondering if we'd be interested in financing their indie film. And she was very persuasive."

"What do you mean, she was very persuasive?"

"I mean, the blowjob she gave me, out of this world. If her script is as good as her blowjob, then I think we got a blockbuster in our hands."

"You're a pig. You know that, right?"

"What? You are the one who's forcing an innocent woman who played a prank on you to live with you because you're in love with her and you're hoping that she'll fall in love with you, too."

"Well, actually..." I say, staring at him. "That's only the very beginning of my devious, wicked plan." I wink at him.

"What do you have planned, Wes?"

"You think I'm going to tell you?"

"Yes, I'm your brother."

"And as my brother, please go and get me a coffee. I have a call to make." He stares at me for a couple of seconds and just shakes his head.

"Fine. Black, no milk, no sugar?"

"Yep. And if they have any glazed donuts, grab one for me."

"Okay."

I pull out my phone and call Sabrina. For a few moments, I think she's not going to answer, but then she does.

"What is it? I am about to take a final in ten minutes."

"I was just wondering what time you're coming over this evening."

"Oh, my gosh. Do I have to?"

"Yes. I am about to call the car to schedule your pick-up, and I want to know what time it should be there.”

“Oh, my gosh, Wes. This is so inconvenient for me. I still have to go back to campus for my test, and then I have to get to the retirement center and then..."

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