Page 56 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"Are you?" His phone starts ringing, and I cringe.

"I think you should answer this, Sabrina."

"But..."

"But nothing." He looks at the screen. "Actually, you're lucky."

"Why am I lucky?"

"It's Miles." He answers the phone. "Hey, what's going on?" He puts it on speakerphone so that I can hear, as well.

"Hey, bro, you will not believe what I just heard."

"What?" Wes says. "By the way, you're on speakerphone. I'm here with Sabrina."

"You're with Sabrina. Why?"

"Long story, but what did you hear?"

"Did you know that some psycho has put a personal ad out for you? There are posters all over the city, man. I just heard in a bar that a couple of women have gotten together and are making more photocopies. It's become this big thing where everyone's trying to see who's going to win the heart and become the wife of Wes Carrington."

"You're fucking kidding me," Wes says, scowling. "You're joking, right?"

"No, I'm not joking. What's going on? Some crazy ex do this?"

"No, you won't believe who did it."

"Oh, shit. It wasn't Erica, was it?" Miles bursts out laughing. "She didn't tell me that. Why? What happened? Is it because you gatecrashed her date the other night, and?—"

"It was Ms. Sabrina here."

"Hey, I didn't know you would get so many people interested," I say quickly. “I didn't know, Miles. I feel horrible.”

"Oh, so that's why you're with Sabrina. Hey, Sab."

"Hey, Miles, how's it going?"

"Good. Just about to?—"

"Enough." Wes cuts off the conversation. "This is not the time for you guys to be exchanging pleasantries. This is the time for me to not lose my..." His phone beeps. "Hold on, Miles. I'm getting another call." He presses something on the screen. "Hello," he says loudly.

"Hi," a female voice says in a sultry tone. "I want to speak to Wes Carrington, please."

"This is he, and I'm not looking for a wife."

"Oh, but you haven't met me yet. My name is Tangerine."

"What did you just say?"

"I said my name is Tangerine."

"Tangerine, like the fruit?" Wes looks befuddled.

"Yeah. I mean, it's unique, right? It could have been orange or watermelon or banana, but it's not. It's Tangerine. And I will tell you that every guy I meet says that."

"Honey, I am sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not interested."

"But I only just called. I want a date and a trip to Paris. I want you to take me to Cartier and Hermès and Louis Vuitton. Please, I'll do anything you want. I've heard that I'm really good on my knees and..."

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