Page 89 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

I feel like I have been living with Wes for the last couple of years. We're in an easy pattern of waking up, him doing his thing, me doing my thing, and it feels good. He's still being inundated with phone calls, but I don't mind. They're becoming fewer and fewer, and it's kind of cathartic to tell women to leave him alone. Even a couple of women who I think actually know him in real life and were just trying to get follow-up dates. I’m not going to let that happen. If he can be possessive over me, I can definitely be possessive over him.

It's starting to feel too comfortable, though. It’s starting to feel like home, and I know that Bruno is loving the space, as well. I feel guilty because I know that whatever place I can afford after this isn't going to be even close to as nice. "But we'll still be together, Bruno," I say, kissing him between the ears. He looks up at me with adoring eyes. I don't know how I've fallen in love with this dog so quickly, but he's my whole heart, and I know Iwould move to the end of the earth to make sure I could take care of him. "I'm so glad you came into my life," I say, rubbing his stomach. "Now, I know it was probably not the best idea to have you here as revenge. I was being a little immature, but I'm so glad it worked out."

His brown eyes are happy as he gazes at me, and I'm glad he can't understand what I'm saying. "I love you," I say, kissing the side of his face and rubbing his belly.

"Are you nearly ready?" Wes says, walking into the bedroom.

"Yeah, nearly," I say, looking over at him. He looks distinguished in his tuxedo, the most handsome I've ever seen him. "I was thinking I would wear the red dress," I say to him as he stands there.

"Cool." He nods. "And you're ready to play my fiancée?"

"Yeah," I say, though I know it's going to be difficult to pretend to be in love, to pretend to be wearing his ring, to pretend that we're going to spend the rest of our lives together because in reality, I don't want to pretend. In reality, I want to be with this man. I am truly in love with him, but I can't tell him that. I feel like he wouldn't even believe me. "Look at the wedding magazines I got," I say, holding up the bag from Barnes & Noble.

"I am glad that you are looking to see what you want," he says, chuckling as he sits on the bed next to me. "Do you know how many people you want at the wedding?"

"You mean our hypothetical wedding?" I say, grinning at him. I stare at the huge diamond ring on my finger. It feels weird. It's at least $100,000. I can tell from how huge it is and how much it sparkles.

"Do you like it?" he says, as he glances into my eyes.

"Yeah, it's beautiful."

"I thought the bigger the rock, the more believable the lie," he says, kissing me on the cheek. "You should get ready, though. We have to leave in thirty minutes."

"Okay. I just need to finish my hair and makeup, and then I'll put on the dress." I smile at him, and he nods.

"I'll make sure Bruno stays in the living room so he doesn't jump up on you." He stares at me for a couple of seconds.

"Thanks for doing this, Sabrina. I know it's been a lot, and you've taken it like a champ."

"It's fine," I say. "It's my fault you were in this position in the first place."

"I know, but it's still been good having you here."

"I know. When will we end it?" I ask him. I don't even want to say the words. It hurts me. I still want him to kick me out, but I don't. It's weird, but I know we can't stay in this limbo. We can't keep pretending to be in love and getting married and having sex every day. It's all starting to feel too real, and I know that it's not.

"We'll figure that out," he says, "as the calls start diminishing."

"Okay." I nod. I head into the walk-in closet and take the red dress off the hanger. I take my robe off and let it fall to the ground and then step into it. I stare at myself in the mirror and smile. I do look beautiful. It suits me. I put on my strappy little red heels and hurry back into the bedroom. He's no longer there. He must be in the living room. I'm nervous to see his reaction when he sees me. If he'll think I look beautiful, if he'll think I'm the belle of the ball, if...

"Wow." He steps into the bedroom, and his eyes widen. I can see he's smiling as he looks me up and down. "You're gorgeous."

"Thank you," I say softly. "I mean, for everything. For the dress, for..."

"It's fine," he says, as he walks over and grabs my hand. "You look good enough to eat."

"I don't think we have time for food."

"Well, do we have time for me to eat?" He winks at me, and I feel him reaching down to lift up my skirt.

"Wes?"

"I know. I know," he says with a chuckle. "Later."

"Yeah," I say.

We head out to the living room, and Bruno stares at us. I walk over and give him a kiss and watch as Wes ruffles his ears. "Bye, Bruno."

"Bye, Bruno," Wes says, as well.

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