Page 27 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

We walk on back to the kitchen with nothing but silence between us. As I'm serving the wine to Grant, he remains quiet as a mouse.

Here we are, just the two of us, sitting on my apartment's cute little dining table, not speaking a single word. I try to open the conversation, but we both end up interrupting each other. We laugh before both taking a sip of wine from our glasses.

"You know what," I finally say. "Fuck it. Let's just raise a toast."

I stand, surprised at how dizzy my head felt just from drinking half a glass of wine or... how many is it now? Grant chuckles before standing up as well. We both raise our glass to each other, our eyes in constant gaze over each other. This time there was no anxiety nor shame between us.

A hiccup pops out of my mouth before I can speak, "To Grant, the greatest son my boss ever gave to the world."

"I'm her only son," Grant comments.

"Shh!" I scold him before continuing my speech. "I don't know why out of all the women in our company you had to pick the one closest to your mother to play as your make-believe wife, but Lauralee and I will be forever thankful that you came into our lives. Your reputation as a hardworking guy is only matched by that goddamn handsome mug of yours."

Grant giggles while swaying around where he's standing. It looks like the wine finally caught up to him.

"To Grant!" I yell before Grant tells me to quiet down. Oh God, if Lauralee saw us like this, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. "To Grant!"

I say loudly before chugging down the glass in one gulp.

I sit down on my chair until I notice Grant grabbing the open bottle of Marlot sitting at the table and pours himself another one, "Hey, don't sit down yet. I can't end the night with such a grandiose toast like that, the least that I can do is give you a toast of equal amazingness."

Amazingness? Geez, he's drunk out of his mind. Better get this over with.

I stand, using all of my willpower to not tip over. Grant stands on the other side of the table, his hand already reached out to me. I match him with my glass, and he pours it until it almost reaches the brim.

"That's not how you drink wine, Grant," I say, trying not to laugh or else something else comes out of my mouth.

"Is it not? That's how my mother always does it. Oh well, you're a big girl, you'll do something about it. Anyways, to Sonya!"

"To me!" I whisper.

Grant continues, "To the most beautiful woman I've ever known, inside and out. A vestige of strength and grace, Sonya, you have not only changed my life but inspired me to be better."

His words bring a weight of sincerity and firmness in them, traits that no tipsy person should ever have. But as I look at Grant, the more I see his gaze emanate care and honesty.

Grant slowly walks over to me, trying not to trip over as well. He no longer had any words to say, his eyes were clearly saying all that he needed to say.

Grant stands in front of me before chugging down his glass of wine and stares at me for the longest time, our lips mere inches away from each other. Yet my heart is calm; everything that happened has prepared and led me to this point right here.

I try to step back, but my body won't move. Grant probably feels it as well, because before I know it, his lips are over mine. His soft, gentle lips playfully nestle over mine. Until Grant stops.

He looks at me with wonder, his face asking me if everything's okay. I place my hand over his manly chest and slightly push him away and place my brim-filled wine glass on the table.

I look back at him again, this time with nothing standing in the way, and kiss him hard on the lips with my arms all over his neck.

"Finally," Grant moans as he kisses me back.

All the tension in my body dissolves into relaxing pleasure as I slowly unbutton Grant's shirt and unbuckle his belt as he carries me to my bedroom. As I close the door, nothing feels better as kisses my neck and unzips my dress from behind.

But I may have spoken too soon because as soon as my dress falls to the floor and Grant masterfully unfastens my bra, his large, manly hands are all over my sensitive nipples. My body feels weak and bows down until I rub Grant's pulsating crotch on my wet undies.

"Fuck," I moan. "Yes, Grant. I love it rough."

"Oh, you look uncomfortable," says Grant. "Let me fix that."

Grant grabs my waist and throws me powerfully on my bed. I land on my soft bed, surprised at his strength. But even more surprised as he slowly walks towards me, and slowly takes off the last piece of clothing on his ripped, massive body.

"Ahhh, finally, I can stretch out," he calmly says as hops unto bed with me. His huge cock dangling over my panties. It must have been ten––no twelve inches.

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