Page 46 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

She looks at my information and raises an eyebrow at me.

"Grant Fields. Are you related to Gloria Fields?" she asks.

I look at her, slightly confused at her question.

"Yes. I'm her son," I say.

She gives me a megawatt smile, which I've got to be honest, is a little creepy. She opens the car door and pulls me in for a hug.

My body freezes from the sudden contact. Okay? This is harassment. I know that I'm hot as fuck, but this lady takes the word aggressive to a whole different level.

She then grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me away at arm's length.

"Grant! It really is you! You've gotten so big!" she exclaims excitedly, pinching my cheeks.

I look at her, even more confused.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But do I know you?" I ask hesitantly.

She chuckles and gives me a strong slap on my back, "I'm your Aunt Millicent! I haven't seen you in ages. Your mom and I are really good friends. Of course, we haven't had a chance for a get-together. She's a real workaholic, that woman."

I wrack my mind to find an Aunt Millicent in my memories. Suddenly, memories of a blonde woman who used to play cops and robbers with me when I was a kid enters my mind.

"Aunt Milly? Is it really you?" I ask, giving her a hug.

She chuckles.

"I'm glad you remember me, Grant. It's probably been 20 years since I last saw you," she says with a hint of affection in her voice.

She then pulls away. The previously happy expression on her face is replaced with a stern-looking one.

Uh oh. I know that look. It's how she used to look before giving me one of her lectures.

"I plead the fifth!" I joke, waving my handkerchief in surrender.

She smacks the back of my head. "Ouch!"

"What were you thinking, breaking all the traffic laws of the United States?!" she shouts.

I scratch the back of my head, feeling slightly ashamed.

I decided to explain to her my current predicament. I tell her all about Sonya and Lauralee. I even tell her about my plans to make a charity for women and children.

She just nods her head, trying to understand why I was driving like a madman.

After finishing my story, she punches me playfully on my arm.

"My little Grant is all grown up!" she says happily, looking slightly teary-eyed.

"As happy as I am for our reunion, Aunt Milly, I really need to get going. You're going to let me go, right?" I ask, giving her a pleading look.

She smiles.

"I'll give you one better. Follow me," she says, getting inside her car.

She escorts me to the train station, making sure that I get there on time. I park my car and give her a huge hug.

"Thank you, Aunt Milly," I say.

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