Page 6 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Four

Grant

“Good morning, sir,” the employees greet me as soon as I step into the company premises. I give them my warmest smile, and I wink at the ladies.

Their eyes widen and beam at me. I can even see a glint of calculation in some people. What could be in their minds? Are they thinking of approaching me with ulterior motives?

My lips curve in a smirk. Well, I can’t fault them, I’m rich and handsome. I’m just stating facts, not trying to boast about myself, so don’t dissect my character just yet.

I’m feeling like a million-dollar man as soon as I step in the elevator. I’m, in fact, worth more than a million dollars. I wave at the girls, and they almost squeal, acting unprofessional.

I can say that I’m even more famous than some celebrities. Being a son of a fashion empress does that, and being a playboy cements my status in women’s hearts. Some love me, and some hate me to the core.

Nah, but the hate is always in that 0.1 percent of the society. Almost nil. I’m that confident with my charms. I can probably charm an old lady out of her diapers.

I grimace as I thought of it, yuck. Let’s not think about old ladies. Let’s think about the ‘Sonya.’

The beautiful Sonya Lynx. I smile as I think of her, she’s a vitamin to my weary eyes. I should really talk to my mom about her. Come on, Mom’s been burying her amazing talent under too much administrative work.

My goodness, it’s such a waste of resources.

Why am I always thinking about her these days? I shake my head, clearing my mind.

I step out of the elevator, and whistles to my office. My secretary’s already at her station.

“Good morning,” I greet her when she didn’t notice me. She’s startled and almost jumps out of her chair.

“Good morning, sir,” she greets me back.

“Okay, bring me a cup of my favorite coffee. Have it extra strong today,” I instruct her as I open the door to my office.

“Sir, wait…” she stops me. I turn to her, staring at her questioningly.

“Your mother called, and she wants you in her office as soon as you arrived,” she informs me. I raise my brows at that. What does Mom want with me early in the morning?

My spine tingles, it’s like a warning of some sort. A sense of foreboding invades my body. Jeez, what the hell is up with me today?

I grimace.

“Sure, I’ll go,” I reply to her. “After I have my coffee. Bring it to me.”

A dose of coffee will activate my stagnant brain. Well, the proper word would be not yet fully functioning brain. I need my shot of caffeine to help me crunch up more numbers today.

I can crunch numbers without spitting anything. I’m that good.

After a few minutes, my secretary comes in and hands me my coffee.

“Perfect, thank you!” I praise her, the coffee’s made to perfection. The temperature’s the one for me, seventy-eight-degree celsius. Yes, I’m very particular when it comes to my numbers.

The beans are grounded ideally, and it smells divine.

I take a sip and voila! I feel refreshed, awake, and ready to go about my day’s work. My mom’s waiting for me, so I better go see her before she goes momzilla on me. God knows how bad it is.

I walk out of my office, and instruct my secretary, “Bring me the company budget from five months ago. There are a few things I need to check. I need it on my table when I get back.”

“Yes, sir,” she obeys.

“And, if a woman calls… tell her… uh, tell her that I’m not around. Then, inform her that I’ll be sending her a Cartier diamond bracelet. Add that I enjoyed our time in Paris, but what happened in Paris, stays in Paris,” I order her.

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