Page 14 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Smug as he may be, I find it endearing. He opens the door of his car for Lauralee and me.

"You're quite the gentleman," I tell him.

"Born and raised," he replies with a confident smirk on his face. He gets to the driver's seat and takes us home.

"Why do you want to have control over the company so bad?" I ask, unable to keep the curiosity at bay any longer.

He looks contemplative for a moment, slight red coloring on his cheeks appears.

Okay, that does not look suspicious at all.

"It's kind of embarrassing for me to say, but I'll tell you someday. I promise that it isn't anything bad, though," Grant says, assuring me of his good intentions.

"It's alright. I just wanted to make sure," I tell Grant.

"You have nothing to worry about. Trust me," Grant says, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"I know. Strange as it seems, I feel like I can trust you," I tell Grant.

I see a smile tug at his lips from my words. It makes him look even more handsome. I decide to tear my gaze away from the man that I should only be professional.

"What about you? Did what Lauralee say about your reasons for wanting a promotion true?" he asks.

I glance at the backseat, noting that my daughter is already fast asleep.

I let out a heavy sigh.

"Yes. It's true. It's always been just my daughter and me. I honestly thank my lucky stars that I have been blessed with such a kind and intelligent daughter. Despite always being busy, she just puts on a smile on her face, telling me that she understands. Sometimes, it breaks my heart to see how understanding she can be because I really do want to spend more time with her.

I just get so swamped with work, trying to vie for a promotion, but never getting noticed. When you told me about your plan, I saw it as an opportunity to have a better work-life balance. Normally, I wouldn't be keen on marrying anyone falsely, but your offer seems worth it," I explain at length.

"I couldn't have picked a better person, Sonya. This deal aside, I know that you are brilliant and deserve a higher position. I work the finance of the company, and I know an asset when I see one," he says reassuringly, looking me in the eyes with his own filled with a gentle understanding and seriousness.

I feel a glow of pride erupt from my chest at having my work being recognized, and by the son of my idol no less.

"Thank you, Grant. I appreciate it," I tell him sincerely.

"It's really no problem, Sonya. You deserve it. And I have to tell you, I am amazed at how well you've raised Lauralee despite how busy you are with work," he says.

I chuckle at his praise.

"Believe me, that's all on her own. She's a great kid," I say, glancing back at my daughter lovingly.

"It doesn't change the fact that you're a great mother, Sonya," he says kindly.

"Thanks, Grant. I appreciate it," I reply, needing to have those words being said to me.

I see the familiar corner of our street and tell him to pull over. He gets out of the car and offers to carry Lauralee inside.

I shake my head, and I tell him, "It's fine. You've done more than enough."

He nods, giving me Lauralee to carry.

"Thank you for dinner. It was nice. You're not how I imagined you'd be," I say, having had a great time with him.

He chuckles. "What were you expecting, some spoiled rich brat?"

"Something like that," I say, trying not to laugh at his indignant expression.

---