Page 37 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

She's right, there's no need to do anything rash. We're the only two employees left in this building most probably. And right now, I'm savoring every waking moment that I'm on top of Sonya.

Her plump breasts, her fit body, and her sexy voice, they all serve only to turn me on even harder. My hands are already under her blouse as she's opening my belt buckle.

Frustrated that she can't get them off, she wraps her arms around my neck instead and kisses me. On my mouth, the chin, and neck, while her hands are unbuttoning my shirt.

I'm enjoying the sensation of Sonya making quick work of my clothing until I see a broken frame on the floor. It's an old frame given to me on the first Christmas I spent with the company. It was at this time that my mother finally allowed me to serve under her company.

She gave me a picture of us together in the first fashion extravaganza event that I was able to attend.

Those were simpler times, my mother was ecstatic to have me around. Now, I'm just concocting plots on masquerading a fake marriage to have her pass on her company to me.

"Wait, Sonya," I interrupt as I get up off of her and fix my clothes. "Let's stop here."

Sonya sighs exasperatedly, "What's wrong now? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Her hands are clenching her beautiful straight hair in frustration. Does she even realize how beautiful she is when angry?

"No. I mean, yes," I respond quickly. "Are you kidding me? Making out with the most beautiful woman I know in my own building late in the afternoon is easily top five of things that I've wanted to do at the office."

Sonya gets up from the desk and stares at me, confused, "What are the other four? Wait––don't answer that. I don't want to know. Well, this building isn't yours yet, Grant. Or have you forgotten about what we need to do for you to inherit all of this?"

"I haven't," I somberly reply. Everything hangs on our fake marriage. I can understand Sonya's frustration, but what else can I do? Can I really just keep on pretending that I'm not developing any feelings for Sonya?

And can I even really do this to her? Sleep around with her, pretending not to feel a thing, when really my whole world is starting to revolve around her?

"There you go again," Sonya complains to me.

"I'm sorry, come again?" I ask her not being able to comprehend her questions from all the anxiety in my brain.

Sonya buttons up her shirt and pats her clothes, "I said, there you go again. Your soul running off to wherever you usually go to whenever you're faced with a dilemma, Grant.

Is that where you went when I told you that I wanted things professionally between us? And why are you going through all these lengths to get the company just so you could throw the money away on charities?"

"I…" I try to reply, but I had no answer that would satisfy her question.

"Just as I thought," Sonya said, with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. "Thanks for listening to me, and then ignoring what I just said, and then getting me all worked up for nothing. For goddamn nothing, Grant. Nothing."

Sonya grabs her purse and walks towards the door.

I quickly run-up to her and grab her wrist, "Wait, Sonya. Please just wait for a second."

Sonya does not respond, but she does stop walking and stands in front of the door, her back facing towards me.

"Thank you," I say as I walk back to the desk and clean up all the mess scattered on the floor until I finally found it. The porcelain box that held it was now broken, but at least it was still here. An ordinary rock.

"It's because of this," I say as I hold the piece of rock to Sonya, but she doesn't move one bit.

"What is it?" she asks her back still faced to me.

"It's just a rock. A plain rock that Aaron Melrose gave me," I explain.

"If this is your idea of a joke, Grant, then I'm leaving," Sonya said seriously.

"No, please just listen," I plead Sonya. "Aaron…he was my brother."

"You're an only child, Grant," Sonya replies.

I stare at the rock once again, "Yes, Aaron and I weren't related or anything. But we were brothers. Whenever Gloria was out there trying to make the most of my career, I was left to spend the day with myself while the servants kept a close eye on me. As I grew into my teenage years, I garnered the ire of many people from my juvenile activities, but it was all just an act, Sonya. I was just trying so hard to get my mother's attention."

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