Page 13 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

I can't believe that she really is only five years old. Like her mother, she possesses a quick wit.

I can see how Sonya's eyes shine as she looks at her daughter. She must be very proud. If I were her father, I know I would be.

Finishing up our plans while having dinner, I can't help the excitement that I feel about it. I can't wait to make my mark on the world. And having Sonya as a partner puts me at ease. She's precisely the kind of partner that I need if I want to make a difference.

We will work together as a team and make this plan work. And after everything is over, maybe this whole thing won't have to feel like a farce.

Seven

Sonya

I have to admit, I was nervous about this whole arrangement. In my desperation to get promoted and have some more time with Lauralee, I said yes to being Grant's fiancé.

When I told my daughter about what I was planning to do, she looked thoughtful for a moment before hugging me.

"Don't worry, mommy. I'm always on your side. I understand you're doing this for me. I love you," she said, her little arms wrapped around my neck.

I felt like I was going to burst into tears at my daughter's words. How did I get so lucky to have a wonderful daughter like her?

Honestly, she still knows how to surprise me with that intellect of hers.

I don't know if I was ever that smart at five years old. My sister once told me that I've always been a little know-it-all since I was a kid. I'm just glad that she takes after me in brains rather than her father, who shall not be named.

Going back, I'm glad that I agreed to have dinner with Grant, and that I brought Lauralee along with me. She was actually the one who insisted that she wanted to meet the guy that I was going to be marrying. It's been Lauralee and me against the world for the longest time, and she can be rather protective of me, just as I am protective of her.

I watch how Grant and Lauralee interact, and a deep part of me feels that I can at least trust Grant. She and Lauralee seem to have clicked.

Despite the awful rumors that I've heard about Grant being a frivolous playboy, I can't help but think that as I get to know him, he's not the man that he projects himself to be.

There seems to be a lot more to him than meets the eye. Just from the way he makes me and my daughter laugh, I can tell that he isn't a bad person.

"Sonya, where was your head at?" Grant asks, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how this plan just might work," I say, not wanting to get into details about how I was observing him with my daughter.

He gives me a grin that would undoubtedly have any woman's jaw drop.

"Of course, it will. We're the ones who thought of it," he says with utmost confidence.

I give him a smile in response as I tell him, "Well, it's a pleasure to be working with you, Grant."

"Believe me, the pleasure's all mine," he says, giving me a wink.

Why does he have to be so damn cute? I feel like my heart's about to short circuit from all his fucking sexiness. I can see how women fall to his feet. The man, with his blonde hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes, exudes a high amount of sex appeal.

After the plans have been hammered down, he gets the check. I offer to pay half, but he's having none of it.

I decide to concede and let him pay for our meal.

"Where do you live? I can take you home," he offers.

"You don't have to do that," I tell him since I'm more than capable of getting my daughter and me home. I don't want to bother him.

He shakes his head at my statement.

"I know, but I want to. I want to make sure you two get home safely. Besides, it wouldn't be good if I, as your fiancé, doesn't even know where you live," he reasons.

Realizing the logic in his statement, I can only agree. I can see the smirk that plays across his lips at winning the argument.

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