Page 53 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"I'm so proud of you, darling," Grant whispers in my ears. I didn't push him away after he said it. "I'm impressed."

"Well, I do my best," I reply solemnly. I feel my heart swell. Grant really knows how to compliment a person.

"Thank you," Grant looks at me, and he smiles beautifully. "You made this possible. I know you worked so hard for this."

"We're not done yet," I say, composing myself. "We still have to contact some people, and there are changes to the food. I have to go over the guest list again."

"Don't worry about the guests, I'll do it," Grant says to me. "You look tired, have you eaten?"

"Yes, I did," I reply to him. "The staff and I ate together. You?"

"Yes, I did… earlier. I went to a friend's place, and they're going to auction an item for the benefit," Grant states.

"Wow, the life of the rich is really out of my reach. You can give an expensive item without hurting your wallet," I comment. I'm sure his friend is one of those second-generation heirs.

"Well, ready your heart, then. Because what will make this event a success is the rich. Some people believe that it's an honor if they paid the most, and we're going to exploit that," Grant's eyes gleam.

He really is a businessman and an accountant, through and through. I shake my head as I look at him, smiling at the thought.

"What help do you need here?" Grant asks me.

"Well, we need more hands," I reply to him.

"Let me help then," Grant says. "You can order me… as much as you want."

My heart races when he whispers the last sentence in my ears. God, how can he make it sound so… tempting?

He's seducing me… my poor heart. I'm weak when it comes to his seduction. I slap his arm all embarrassed.

"Hey!" I glare at him and pinches him on the side. "You're so! Hmph!"

I walk away from him, feeling giddy. I'm no longer a teenager, but I feel like one. Grant's chuckling is loud enough for me to hear him, it looks like he's having fun teasing me.

He can be such a child sometimes! And like I drug addict, I crave every part of him.

Twenty-Six

Grant

"It's tight," I comment as I fit my suit and tie. The tie seems too tight for me, and I don't like feeling constrained. It's like I'm on a leash, and I don't like it.

I've been here in this dressing room for a few hours now, and Antonio and I have clashed a few times because of the clothing style. Clothes are strewn all over the place, and his assistants are on the side, staying silent.

"It's not tight, it's the right fit!" the designer almost yells at me. I grimace, damn, his voice is very shrill, and it hurts my eardrums. Can he speak slower?

"I'm a designer!" Antonio adds. "Not you."

"It's tight," I insist. He rolls his eyes at me.

"How many times did we fit this suit?" he glares at me. "My darling Sonya isn't as fussy as you!"

"Come on, Antonio, we both know that I have to look my best," I smile at him. He's a close friend of Sonya and a designer at the company. A very well-known designer.

Antonio exclusively designs for the company, and he has his own line spearheaded by him. My mom likes the guy too. The man's talented, it's just that the person is a diva through and through.

"I know! You don't need anything more, I'm telling you!" Antonio insists as he almost shakes me. "Sonya thinks that you're the most handsome. The woman's clearly smitten, that's all that matters, right?"

"Well, that's why I need to look my best. Sonya will surely look beautiful. She's already beautiful in simple clothing, what more if she wears something fancy?" I ask Antonio. "I don't want people to tell me that I don't fit her."

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