Page 12 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

The waiter comes, just as Henry said, to take our orders. I'm glad that he decided to send it to John.

"I'll just have a steak that's cooked medium rare," I say.

I look at Sonya as she glances through the menu.

"She'll have the chicken fingers," Sonya says, pointing to Lauralee.

"And I'll have the wild mushroom risotto," she adds.

John nods as he writes the orders down and asks, "Will that be all?"

I look at Sonya, and she nods. John leaves to give our orders to the chef.

As soon as all three of us are left, surprisingly, it's Lauralee that breaks the silence.

"What are your intentions with my mom?" she asks bluntly.

My brows rise all the way to my hairline at Lauralee's sudden question.

Where did that shy little girl go?

I try to think of how I should explain to a child that I'm marrying her mommy for business.

Before I can even speak, Lauralee giggles.

"I'm just kidding. Mom already told me that you want to marry her to help her with her job," she says in between fits of giggles.

I raise an eyebrow questioningly at Sonya, who looks like the cat that ate the canary.

Well played, Sonya. Well played, indeed. I clear my throat, focusing my attention back on Lauralee.

"Are you okay with that?" I ask.

Lauralee shrugs.

"It's okay. I just want to spend some more time with mommy," she says, seeming honest.

"Don't worry. I really did talk to her about this. Both of us agreed that it's alright if you and I play pretend for a while," Sonya explains then takes a few sips of water.

I smile, glad that this might be easier than I thought. I was honestly worried that she has a child. I wouldn't want to traumatize the kid with a sudden marriage to her mom.

"Alright. As promised, once I get control of the company, I'll make sure to promote you to partner. We just have to make my mother believe that our feelings, and our soon to be marriage, are legitimate," I say to Sonya. She nods.

"Yes. That won't be a problem. I also want to be given as much creative freedom in my designs as possible," she says, not breaking eye contact.

"That won't be a problem. Your designs are brilliant. I'm sure they'll bring us a shit load of cash." I say, already having seen some of her work in passing.

She glares at me.

"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't curse in front of my daughter," she says with an air of coldness to her voice.

Realizing my folly, I immediately apologize to both of them, to which they accepted.

As Sonya and I discuss our plans, both of our intended ruse and ideas for the betterment of the company, Lauralee would make little comments that she perceived to be helpful for our cause.

Well, when it comes to children's topics. The little girl is very knowledgeable in fashion too.

I find Lauralee to be enchanting. She's a brilliant kid. She clearly takes after her gorgeous and talented mother.

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