Page 83 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"No. Tonight's the night of the double date."

"What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I scowl at her. "You're not wearing that on a double date."

"I wanted to make sure I looked good. And you think I look good, right?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"But it was okay for me to go out with you looking like this, but it's not okay for me to go on a date with someone else?"

"Why on earth are you going on a fucking date with someone else?" I say, pissed. I'm not happy about it. "We literally fucked this morning."

"Really?" She blinks at me. "Are we dating, Wes?"

I stare at her without saying anything.

"Are we exclusive?"

"No."

"This is an arrangement, right?" She tilts her head to the side. "You want me to pretend that I'm engaged to you in a couple of weeks so these random women will stop harassing you, but you've never taken me on a date. You've never taken me anywhere. And you've never asked me to be your girlfriend, and you haven't given me the opportunity to say no either."

"I shouldn't have to give you the opportunity to anything. I live with you."

At that moment, Bruno chooses to run into the bedroom and jump onto the bed. He looks at me and then at Sabrina and rolls onto his back. "He wants you to pet him," Sabrina says. "I don't want to because this dress costs a lot of money, and I don't want him to accidentally rip it with his paws."

"You're freaking kidding me right now, right, Sabrina? This is another joke."

"It's not a joke. Erica's on her way now, and she's really nervous about meeting Thunder, so I think I should go."

"Where are you going?"

"Why?"

"I want to know where you're going because I want to make sure that..."

"What?"

"If anything happens to you, I know where you are if I have to call the cops."

"Oh, my gosh, you're like my dad."

"Well, I hope I'm better than your dad," I say sarcastically, and she stops.

"Low blow, Carrington."

"Sorry," I say, throwing up my hands, but I'm pissed. I want to just grab her and pull her towards me and close the door. I want her to call Erica and tell her the double date is off, but I know I can't. She's right; we're not officially anything. Andjust because we've fucked, it doesn't mean anything. I've fucked plenty of women in my life, and I never cared what they did, and they certainly had no reason to expect that I wouldn't see anyone else because of it. "Fine. Have fun."

"Thank you. And thank you for the dress." She spins around. "I hope that Joa likes it."

I lick my lips and just stare at her. "You think you're funny, don't you?"

"No, not really."

"You can just think of three words while you're on your date," I say as I walk over to her.

"And what would those three words be?"

I want to say,I love youso badly. I want to say,Don't fuck up. I want to say,Stay with me. But of course, I don't because we're not in that place yet. And at the pace we're going, I don't know if we're ever going to be in that place. "I just want you to think of these words: Hot, fat cock."

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