Page 30 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

I pace around the room until I notice a picture of Sonya and Lauralee on top of Sonya’s drawer just opposite of the bed. Their smiles could light up a whole room.

The events of yesterday flash in my mind, remembering all the fun times I just spent with Lauralee. Before, I may have been disgusted with the idea of spending time with kids, but Lauralee was a precocious little wonder. If I had a daughter, I wish that she’d be half as smart as her at her age.

Questions continue to flood in my mind as anxiety sets in. I already had a simple plan, get married, and convince my mother to hand over the company to me. Then, get divorced a month later due to disagreements with Sonya, travel to Syria, Iran, Afghanistan, Africa, and the rest of the third world country, in hopes of doing an iota of good that would send ripples of goodwill favors and hope to all those who needed it.

Simple, right?

But now that I’m standing here, naked in Sonya’s room, I realize that the plan has become much, much more complicated than I could have ever anticipated happening.

Because Sonya, right now, is more than just my mother’s trusted confidante. She is more than my co-worker. And most importantly, she is more than the partner I’ve recruited to execute my plan of having a fake wife to gain my mother’s confidence in handing over the reins of the company over to me.

It’s complicated because once I have the company, I’m going to be using all of the resources to do good. Mother will never approve, we might even have a falling out. But am I willing to let Sonya be part of the collateral damage that will happen between us? She might lose her job because of what I’ve asked her to do for me.

“Fuck this shit,” I whisper to myself. I quietly gather all of my scattered clothes all around Sonya’s apartment and dress up. Sonya’s still sleeping as I finish dressing. I quickly walk up next to her and kiss her forehead.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper in her ear.

She does not flinch, nor wake. I don’t blame her. I’m surprised I even have the strength to stand up after what happened last night.

But I guess anxiety and worry can do that to a man.

I leave Sonya’s apartment while she slumbers, in hopes to find an answer soon to his predicament.

Fifteen

Sonya

The subtle rays of the sun flicker behind my closed eyelids, forcing me to wake from my restful sleep. I stretch languidly in bed, hesitant to part with the warm covers.

My hands roam across the bed, eager to make contact with Grant's warm skin, only to be met by an empty space beside me. I frown, feeling a sudden sense of loneliness at the prospect of Grant's absence from my bed. Reluctantly, I open my eyes, wishing that Grant is still there. But unfortunately, my wish goes unheard. Grant is nowhere to be seen.

A huge wave of disappointment descends upon me, weighing heavily on my chest.

'He left!', my mind shouts dejectedly.

I sigh, trying to suppress my disappointment. After all, Grant never gave any inclination that what we have is anything serious. He's always been upfront that what we have is a business arrangement, and nothing more. He scratches my back, and I scratch his. However, there's a lot more than back-scratching going on if last night was anything to go by.

His dick really pounded me good.

To say that last night was amazing is a gross understatement. I have never, in all my years of existence, experienced anything so mind-blowingly earth-shattering. I can see why women fawn all over him and his sexual prowess.

One minute, we were enjoying each other's company, the next, we were kissing like there was no tomorrow and fucking like a couple of rabbits. I hate how easily I've fallen victim to his charms. But most importantly, the thought that I'm merely another notch on his bedpost greatly unsettles me.

I honestly feel conflicted. As great as the sex was, I know that a night of crazy passionate sex is not worth the possibility of heartbreak.

Despite feeling slightly hurt about being jilted the morning after, I should have seen it coming the moment we both landed in bed together.

Grant is a playboy. It's no secret. This whole engagement, in the hopes of furthering my own career, is a scam that I willingly went along with.

I knew of the risks. I set myself out to be professional about this whole arrangement, but I have strayed from the path.

I need to get back on it. I must instill in me that I must only act professionally with Grant. We'll marry each other, and once we get what we want, we'll go our separate ways. I'll get to be a partner of the company that my idol, Gloria Fields, has built. My work will focus more on designing rather than administrative work, just like I've always wanted. That's it. There's no fuss needed.

I push away the covers, my body feeling heavy.

"What a way to start the weekend," I grumble bitterly to myself.

I should prepare some breakfast before Lauralee wakes up. At the thought of my daughter, I feel a renewed sense of vigor. She's the reason why I'm doing this, so I should wear my big girl panties. She's the only one I need.

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