Page 44 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"No, sweetie. He has work to do here," I say, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.

I don't want Lauralee to hate Grant. He's been so good with her. I'm the one who managed to catch feelings that I shouldn't have. It's my fault for falling in love with a playboy.

"That's too bad. I miss him," she says with a pout.

I try to smile, rubbing my thumb against her cheek affectionately.

"I know, sweetie. But at least you get to spend time with your Aunt Sasha," I say, wanting to get her mind off Grant.

Her eyes light up at the mention of her favorite Aunt.

"Yeah, I can't wait!" she says excitedly.

I let out a sigh, glad that what I said seems to have worked.

"We need to start packing our things. Why don't you grab some of the toys that you want to bring, and I'll start packing your clothes?" I offer.

She nods before happily looking through the toys in her toy chest.

I start folding Lauralee's clothes and places them in a small suitcase.

"What are you going to bring?" I ask.

She holds with her, Cuppie, her favorite stuffed rabbit. But what she's holding in her other hand gives me pause. It's the stuffed animal Grant got her at the circus.

Deciding not to say anything, I pack away the stuffed animals and put her to bed.

"Goodnight, sweetie. I love you," I say, kissing her forehead.

"Love you too, mommy," she lets out groggily before falling asleep.

I leave for my room so that I can start packing my things. After finishing everything, I lay on the bed in a loud thud. I feel exhausted.

I hope that the week that I'll spend with Sasha is enough to get my head straight.

Twenty-Two

Grant

I can't believe my mother would even care if Sonya has a child or not. I never expected that of her. She and Sonya were getting along great. I know that she sees her potential just as much as I do. I've shown her how much of an asset Sonya can be for our company. I'm sure I managed to convince her. I'm not just the head of finance for nothing.

But I guess, work aside, she doesn't want me to be attached to someone who can potentially be out to use me. I want her to understand that Sonya isn't like that. And as for Lauralee, I love that kid just as much as I love her mom.

If my mother does not see reason, then I don't want her money. If it comes down to having control over the company or being with Sonya, then, of course, I choose the latter.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Maybe things would have turned out less of a mess if I just told my mother the truth about my plans. She still thinks that I'm going to buy a plane and run off with the money to live the rest of my life partying.

But I'm not so sure if telling her that I want to invest our money in charity, a non-profit money pit is any better.

I'm already headed to Sonya's place. I want to tell her the truth. I don't want to hold anything back from her anymore. I'll come clean, and I'll let her know about my plans to make a non-profit charity for women and children. But most importantly, I'll tell her that I love her.

I bought her flowers and balloons as an apology. I even bought toys for Lauralee.

I take my phone out of my pocket. I dial Sonya's number, but she isn't answering. I feel panic well up inside of me. She always answers my calls. What if something terrible happened to her or Lauralee? I can't put my finger on it, but something feels wrong. It's like a nagging feeling at the pit of my stomach.

I keep trying to dial her number, but it keeps going straight to voicemail.

"Damn it, Sonya," I curse.

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