Page 9 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"I'll bring the coffee inside… the CEO's still in a meeting," she says to me. I shrug my shoulders and hand it to her. Better if she takes care of keeping it warm, I still have to work on some designs.

"Sure, I'll pass this important job to you," I say sarcastically as I turn away. Seriously, I can be a bitch because I'm so tired, and I don't like that secretary anyway.

I hand to someone the files before I go inside my office. As soon as I sit on my table, someone delivers files in front of me. Great, I just sat my ass, and here it comes like thunder.

Can't they let me breathe first? Maybe they can at least let me touch-up my makeup? I have no choice but to work. I'll take a breather later.

I work on the designs, giving them my Sonya-magic. The last touch-ups always come to me before the CEO sees them. I did some brush-ups, coloring… and well, everything that's needed.

After an hour, I have the urge to stretch, and I'm thirsting for a cup of steaming instant coffee. Black coffee will be nice with a tinge of sweetness.

I walk to the pantry, but before I can reach there, a man stands in front of me. He's standing in the middle, staring at me.

I blink my eyes, who doesn't know the man? I'm just surprised because he's here, and staring at me like I'm the only person here. He makes my heart race, and it's like someone stuck me on the spot, and shackled me so that I can't move.

His blue eyes turn me to stone, and I can't seem to process anything because of the way he looks at me. It's like everything disappears, and he's the center of my attention.

I can't deny that he really is very handsome.

"Sonya?" he calls my name, and I almost jump. I grab hold of my heart and squeeze my chest a bit. "Can we talk?"

I nod my head because I can't seem to find my voice. Grant Fields' voice is so deep and manly; it resonates inside me. It makes me weak on the knees.

No wonder women go crazy over him. I've heard rumors, and it seems they're all true.

The man's a walking killer to any woman on this planet.

"Sure, let's talk," I reply to him as calmly as I can. "In my office? Or in yours?"

"In your office," he replies to me. Grant follows me to my office, some people are even looking at us curiously, but I ignored them. I don't want to know what's in their minds right now.

Geez, there might be a rumor tomorrow. Let's make this short.

"So, what brings you here, Mr. Fields?" I ask him directly as soon as the door close.

"I have a proposition for you," he replies to me. "A proposition that you can't possibly refuse."

I frown at that. A proposition that won't make me refuse? I hate overly confident men.

"What makes you think that, Mr. Fields?" I ask him stonily. Men that are overly fresh or confident are people that I abhorred. I don't want to waste my time on them.

"Did I come on too strong for you, Sonya?" Grant asks me, then he sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm used to this."

I'm surprised that he said sorry.

"Well, why don't you sit first, Mr. Fields?" I ask him, and politely points him to a chair.

"I call you Sonya, can you call me by my first name?" Grant smiles at me, his eyes are mesmerizing. "It's unfair, I'm only the one that's on the first-name basis."

What's up with this guy? He makes my temper and… heat up... as a woman.

"Sure," I agree just to finish this as soon as possible. He's dangerous for my heart. "Okay, what is this about Grant? And don't beat around the bush."

The man chuckles. I grimace inside. How can someone look so handsome when they laugh?

"My name sounds beautiful from your mouth," he comments.

Is this man teasing me? I feel the heat creep up on my face.

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