Page 17 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Damn it. My mother really is good. Or maybe, she thinks that I can't stay committed to one person because of my playboy persona?

It doesn't change that I need to get her to believe me, though.

She simply smirks.

"Then why haven't I seen her wearing an engagement ring? Have you already proposed to her?" she asks.

Of all the things that my mother remembers about Sonya, it had to be her clothes and accessories, or the lack thereof a ring on her finger. She isn't a fashion goddess for nothing.

I press on, refusing to be deterred.

"I proposed last night. She said yes," I say seriously.

Damn it. I need to get her a ring and fast. If my mother notices that she doesn't have a ring on today at work, shit is going to hit the fan.

She hums thoughtfully at my statement, not even congratulating me of my impending nuptials.

I'm sure that she still doubts me.

"Alright. If you say so, then I'll believe you for now. However, I would very much like to have lunch with the two of you. I want to get to know Sonya better," she tells me.

I feel a hint of triumph, a smile adorning my face at being given a chance.

Before I can think, I find myself agreeing to her request.

"Tomorrow," she says.

The smile drops slightly at how soon she wants to meet with Sonya. There's not much time to rehearse what we're going to say.

However, to prevent her from getting suspicious, I agree.

"Well, good then. Tomorrow at lunch, it is," she says, taking out her laptop once more to continue her work.

I immediately rush out of her office.

I need to find a ring. It needs to be damn expensive, so my mother wouldn't even think that none of what Sonya and I have is real.

Sonya. That's right. I need to inform her about tomorrow.

I dial her number, hoping that she answers. She isn't due to come to work for another three hours.

Hello? I hear Sonya's voice through my phone. I feel relieved that she answered.

"Mother wants to meet you tomorrow for lunch. But don't worry, I'll be there with you," I say in a hurry, already walking to my car to get the blasted ring.

Okay? Sure. Why not? Sonya says, but I can hear a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Hey, it's going to be fine. I'll be with you. Tonight, we can go over the details of our relationship so that our stories match. And look at it this way, she'll definitely know who you are by tomorrow after lunch," I tell her, reassuringly.

I can hear her sighing over the other end.

Yeah. Alright. Sonya says.

"And by the way, there's one more thing. I'm buying you a ring. My mother noticed that you weren't wearing an engagement ring in the past couple of days. I told her that I just proposed to you last night. I'll get you the ring before tomorrow. In the meantime, try to not let her see your hand," I say in a hurry.

She chuckles. I don't think that's going to be a problem. She tells me before dropping the call.

I wonder what kind of ring I'll get for her.

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