Page 32 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"Sure thing, sweetie. Let's get our things ready so that we can go to the pool," I say.

She bounces excitedly, running to her room to get ready.

Maybe this is what we need, some quality time together, but without Grant.

Since it's the weekend, there are already a lot of people at the pool. It's a good thing there's an available table with some shade. I put down our things on our table.

Lauralee is already in her swimsuit and is eager for a swim. I slip on her water wings on her arms and apply some sunscreen on her exposed skin.

"Remember, don't swim too far," I remind her.

She nods and goes running off to the pool. I sit down and watch my daughter have a great time. It looks like she's already made some friends her age and is playing with them.

I sigh, trying to think of how to handle my situation with Grant. It's already noon, and he hasn't even called or texted. Last night meant nothing to him.

I should put what happened behind me as well. I wish we could have talked about it, though. But since Grant left abruptly, he must not want to talk about it at all. If that's how he wants to play it, then I'll oblige.

Come Monday morning, I'll act as if I'm the perfect fiancé in front of everyone. But as soon as we're alone, I'll act as though we are simply co-workers and nothing more.

With those thoughts in my mind, I strengthen my resolve. I won't let myself get caught in his charms.

"Mommy!" Lauralee shouts, breaking me out of my thoughts. She's waving her arms, trying to get my attention. She has a huge smile on her face, and I can't help the smile that makes its way to my own.

I wave back, and she giggles, probably happy that she got my attention. She then goes back to playing with some of the kids, splashing around and chasing each other.

That's right. If anything else, there's a lot of good that will come out of this arrangement for my daughter and me. I get to spend more time with her, just like today.

I only hope that I'm not making a mistake.

Sixteen

Grant

I’ve been known as impulsive, especially by my own mother. I have a reputation as a playboy that I don’t want to be ruined. And what I have with Sonya, it’s a business agreement between the two of us. I like her, I know I do.

But waking up next to her the morning after we had such fantastic sex, it honestly overwhelmed me. So being a man who has been known to make stupidly impulsive decisions, I left.

I left without so much as a word. I shouldn’t let it get to me, but I feel guilty about what I’ve done. A huge part of me is practically screaming at me to apologize.

I look at the time, and it’s already close to three in the afternoon. I run a hand through my hair in frustration, feeling distracted from the guilt that I feel.

I hesitantly grab my phone, deciding to shoot her a message.

Hey, Sonya. I’m sorry about leaving without saying anything. I feel bad about just walking out on you. I was just eager to get some work done. I had a really great time, though. I finish typing and click send.

I stare at my phone, expecting a reply, but minutes pass, and nothing.

I then remember Lauralee. I wonder how she’s doing. We had such a great time. What if Sonya decides that spending time with Lauralee will only complicate matters? I hope not. I really like the kid.

I let out a heavy sigh. I really messed up. I hate the thought that Sonya may be mad at me. It brings an uncomfortable feeling at the pit of my stomach.

No matter how much I want to wait for her to reply, I need to get back to work. I try to focus. I remind myself that this is my dream. It’s finally becoming a reality, and it’s thanks to Sonya.

‘And you just had to fuck her.’, my conscience says reproachfully.

I groan, rubbing my hands against my face.

It’s the weekend, and I need to get my work done. I’ve already apologized. The ball is in Sonya’s court.

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