Page 16 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"What is it?" She asks with an underlying warning in her tone that I better not be wasting her time.

That's the thing with my mother. Her time is always precious.

"Can't you even offer your own son a seat?" I ask, letting out a dramatic sigh.

She raises an eyebrow at me.

"Please tell me that this is important and not just one of your whims to get on my nerves," she says, unable to keep the annoyance from her voice.

I chuckle, relishing in ruffling my mother's feathers.

She may act cold at times, but she's still my mother. I know that she loves me despite her demeanor. She sighs, closing her laptop and sets it aside.

See what I mean? At the end of the day, I'm still her son.

"Well, spit it out. Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid," she says, pinching the bridge of her nose for effect.

I smile at the roundabout way of asking if I'm alright. I sit on the chair in front of her desk.

"Well, you see, mother, I have been lying to you for a long time now," I start.

This effectively gets her attention. With a raised eyebrow, she keeps her focus on me, waiting for me to 'confess.'

"What do you think you've been hiding from me, Grant?" she asks with a hint of challenge in her voice.

She's always prided herself in knowing pretty much everything in my social life, which included are some of the scandals that I've done.

"I've actually been seeing someone for a long time. She works here, and you probably know her. I just want you to know that I am ready to marry her. I needed to come clean and tell you this before anyone else," I tell her seriously, hoping that she believes me.

She snorts indignantly.

"You're going to have to give me a name, or else I'm really not going to be inclined to believe you," she says.

I clear my throat. This is it.

"It's actually Sonya, mother. It's Sonya Lynx," I say.

She looks somewhat confused as her brows begin to furrow. No doubt, she's probably trying to riffle through all the Sonya’s that she knows in her head.

"Sonya. As in, one of my designers that's working in administration? That Sonya?" she asks, recognition passing over her eyes.

At least she knows the Sonya that I am referring to. This makes things at least a bit easier.

"Yes, mother. That Sonya. The woman that you've been treating like an assistant despite being brilliant at what she does," I reply.

She seems to be contemplating for a minute, an air of silence between us.

"How did you two meet?" she asks.

"In the office. I just couldn't help but notice her, Mom. She is an exquisite and exotic beauty with the brains to match," I answer immediately, earning a skeptic look from her.

She gives me one of her catty smiles, almost as though she's calling my bluff.

"Last chance to tell me that this is all a ruse," she states.

I try to muster an affronted look.

"I finally tell you that I've fallen in love and that I'm getting married, but you think that I'm doing this as some sort of a ruse?" I ask, faking my indignation.

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