Page 15 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

He shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm glad I proved you wrong, then," he says, his ocean blue eyes trained on mine. I feel like I can just swim in them.

He moves in closer, catching me off guard as I feel his lips press lightly on my cheek.

"Goodnight, Sonya," he whispers, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"Goodnight," I reply, thankful that my voice remained clear. He surprised me.

I get Lauralee, and we go inside, the night air already chilly.

I change her in pajamas and tuck her in bed. I kiss her forehead softly.

"I love you," I whisper to her softly.

I turn off the lights and head for my own room. Tonight has been quite eventful. I slam my door shut, changing into my own sleepwear.

I sigh as images of Grant's handsome face and sexy smile invade my mind. I feel the familiar twinge of my pussy at those thoughts.

I groan, realizing that I'm horny as fuck just from thinking about Grant.

I try to refocus my thoughts away from the images of Grant. I need to be professional with him. We agreed to do this as it will be mutually beneficial for both of us, but that's it. We're not going to have a real relationship, so I should stop this feeling of attraction that I have towards him.

My eyelids start to get heavy, and just as I sleep, Grant crosses my thoughts yet again. I give in and let those thoughts carry me to where they may as I drift to sleep.

Eight

Grant

I'm driving to my office, a grin threatening to split my face in half. Just a few months from now, I'll be able to have the control of the company that I have so thoroughly desired.

My dreams of making a difference in the world will finally come true. I've always had a soft spot for the needy. I can just imagine the good that it will do just from opening a shelter.

With more money, I'll be able to fund my charity so that it can do more for the people who are in need.

Now, all that is left is to make our plan a success, which is to make my fake love story with Sonya believable to my mother. I need to sell it. Fake it until we make it, so to speak.

I'm not stupid, though. I know that it's going to be a hard sell. My mother didn't get to the very top of her industry without having the ability to sniff out bullshit. My mom might very well have a built-in lie detector in her body with the way she's able to sift lies from the truth.

It might be because my mother has an express talent in reading the body language of others. She once told me that it's gotten her out of a lot of sketchy deals and whatnot.

I park my car to my designated parking space, running the story in my mind for about the umpteenth time today. It's going to take a hell of a lot of effort to even fool my mother

I walk the familiar halls of our company, braising myself for the conversation that I'll be having with my mother about Sonya.

Finally reaching her office, I let out a sigh outside of the door.

This is it. I can do this.

I grasp the doorknob tightly, letting myself inside the great Gloria Field's office. Still so early in the morning, and yet there she is, dressed pristinely and perfectly as she types away in her laptop.

She doesn't even acknowledge me. I somehow doubt that she even heard the door open. Once she sets herself on work mode, there's little to none that can get my mother's attention.

Luckily for me, being her son, I am, in fact, one of those little things that can still garner her attention.

"Good morning, mother," I say, deciding to greet her first.

The rhythmic clicking of her typing stops. She looks up from her work, glasses perched loosely on the bridge of her nose.

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