Page 11 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"Thank you, Henry. Is my table still the same?" I ask.

He nods.

"Of course, Mr. Fields. Right this way," he says, leading me to my usual table as more of a formality.

"Henry, I will be dining with my fiancé tonight. Her name is Sonya. Please assist her with me once she arrives," I tell him as I take my seat comfortably.

"Of course, Mr. Fields. I will personally see to it," he assures before leaving.

I've been coming to this restaurant with my mother since I was a kid. That's why most of the staff here already know me, Henry, most notably. He was still a waiter when we first started coming here. It's nice to see his familiar face. It brings back some good memories of my mom and me before she was swallowed by her business.

I've never brought any of my flings here since this place means something to me. But with Sonya, it seems like the appropriate place to talk. She is, after all, going to be my fiancé.

Yes, the whole thing is intended for pretense, but I can already tell that Sonya isn't like all the other girls I've dated.

For one, she's smart as she is beautiful. She most likely has a heart of gold if she's been able to put up with my mother's crazy moods at work.

I honestly want to get to know her better. I feel as though we are kindred spirits. We are people who have so much to give but are simply passed over.

Well, things are definitely about to change if I have anything to say about it. And once my mother puts me in charge, I will make sure that Sonya gets her well-deserved recognition.

My thoughts get interrupted as I see Henry coming closer with Sonya behind him.

She looks so gorgeous. My mouth turns dry like the fucking Sahara Desert, she is a vision. I couldn't have picked a better person to be my 'fiancé.'

I roam my eyes over her tall and slender figure. Her hair falls down her back in waves. It makes me want to just run my hands through them.

She's wearing a nice body-fitting gown, no doubt designed by our company.

As my eyes drift lower to appreciate her full form, I notice her hand is holding someone else's. My eyes trace to the owner of said hand.

It's a little girl who couldn't be more than five years old. She bears an uncanny resemblance to Sonya, thus making her quite the adorable child.

"Thank you, Henry," I say before he takes his leave.

"It's no problem, Mr. Fields. I will have a waiter come to take your order soon," he says and takes his leave.

My eyes then move back to Sonya's impossibly ravishing beauty. I move closer, giving her one of my charming smiles.

"Hello, Sonya. You look very beautiful," I say, not being able to help myself.

She smiles, her cheeks darkening slightly from my complement.

"Thank you," she replies in kind.

My eyes then drift to the little girl clinging tightly to her arm. I direct my smile towards her as I crouch down to meet her eyes.

"Hello. And who might you be?" I ask, the smile never leaving my face.

She looks away, slightly embarrassed.

"Lauralee," she says quietly, but fortunately, I was able to hear her.

"Lauralee? That's a nice name. I'm Grant, your mother's friend," I introduce myself to her.

She nods, smiling shyly at me as the grip she's had on her mother's arm loosens slightly.

I pull back the chairs for both of them before taking my seat.

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