Page 18 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

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Sonya

I'm dumbstruck as I put the phone down after speaking with Grant.

What the hell did just happen?

His mother, Gloria Fields, would like to meet us for lunch tomorrow.

Apparently, Grant already told her about our pseudo-relationship and our plans of getting married. Either she believed all that Grant said, or she's setting up a trap to catch Grant's lies.

One way or the other, I'm nervous as hell.

My anxiety rises as I feel a thousand butterflies ruffling through my stomach. I feel like I want to vomit. I even think about skipping work today, but that could look suspicious to Gloria.

As soon as I arrive at work, I try to busy myself with everything that needs to be done. Good thing that I've got a lot of meetings today, it'll help take my mind of what's going to happen tomorrow.

Following Grant's advice, I do my very best not to cross paths with Gloria. Not only because she might see my ringless finger, but I also don't want to be ambushed by any questions since Grant, and I haven't gotten our stories aligned yet.

I step out of the conference room as I finish one of my meetings. I'm about to go down the building to take a quick lunch when my office phone rings. Thinking it's important, I pick up the phone.

"Sonya Lynx speaking, how may I help you?" I answer cheerfully despite being drained.

Grant's voice comes out from the other end of the line.

"Sonya! Good thing I was able to catch you," he tells me.

"You'll be heaven sent if you're going to tell me that our lunch tomorrow's canceled," I blurt out.

Grant lets out a small laugh.

"You wish," he says. "But you know my mother, anything she says is the law. So that'll push through come what may."

"I know," I say dejectedly. "I was kind of hoping something more important came in, so we have to reschedule. You know, like maybe a meeting with Kate Middleton or something."

"Hey, I'm important to my mother," he defends. "Plus, she's not a big fan of the British Royalty."

"If you say so," I reply. "So why did you call?"

"Oh, yeah, about that. I just wanted to ask you out for some dinner after work? So that we can finalize the story that we'll be selling to my mother. We need to be solid, any small crack that she'll notice will be the start of our demise," he explains.

I pause for a while as I consider his invitation. I really wanted to spend some time with Lauralee this evening, but I know that his suggestion makes sense.

"Alright, we can do that," I tell him.

"Great! I'll pick you up at your desk after work hours, around 5:30 pm. See you later!" Grant says, and then he ends the call.

I grab my purse and go out of the building to finally have my lunch.

"Is there anything that we might have missed?" Grant asks me as he drinks water from his glass.

We're having dinner at one of the bistros near the office. Half of our food's already gone, and we've covered most of the basic stuff that we need to establish regarding our relationship.

I look at the checklist that we've written down as a result of our discussion and skim through the details.

"I think we've covered enough to get us through. Unless there's something else that your mother might ask us about? You know her better," I answer.

"She might want to know what our favorite sex position is," he chimes.

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