Page 7 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

I have so many women that I’m sure my secretary knows how to deal with them. But this last one, in particular, is really tricky. I had this fling with a model, and she thought I was serious with her.

I wave my hand as I leave. My mother’s office is already busy when I arrive. I look at the surroundings, and people are milling around.

In particular, my eyes sought for a bold blue-black hair amongst the crowd. There’s no way I’ll mistake it for someone else. But she’s nowhere in sight.

Is Sophia running late? I doubt it, though. She’s always busy, and I bet that she doesn’t have time to be late at all. Mom’s going to drive her crazy.

As soon as the last person that went in gets out, I proceed inside. Mom’s looking at some design sketches on her table. She’s so focused that she didn’t even notice me.

“Mom?” I call out to her. She looks up at me, my mother’s wearing her signature eyeglasses. I’m really surprised that she’s wearing glasses when at work. I mean, she can use contact lenses.

She looks like a hot nerd in her office attire.

“What took you so long?” she asks me as she gestures for me to come closer.

“I need to have my cup of coffee first,” I tell her. “Anyway, good morning. Did you have breakfast? Or did you sleep here in your office?”

Mom acts this way most of the time. She forgets to eat, and she sleeps in the office if there’s a need. She’s hard on others, but she’s harder on herself. That’s why she helms this company at the top.

“I did go home,” Mom replied. “Well, to change. I forgot to bring a change of clothes.”

See what I’m talking about? Sometimes, I worry about her.

I rub my hair in frustration, “Did you at least eat?”

“I did,” she replies to me. I heave a sigh of relief and sits on the chair in front of her. I place my feet over the small coffee table.

“What are you doing?” Mom glares at me. “Put those feet down!”

“Okay, okay…” I raise my hands in surrender. My mother sighs as she looks at me, then, she takes off her eyeglasses.

“You’re still so childish,” she says to me. “What am I to do with you?”

“I’m not,” I grimace inside and sit properly. “Anyway, why am I here, Mom?”

“I notice that you’re saving money, it’s good,” Mom shrugs her shoulders. Nothing really passes her eyes. “But what I want to know is where this is going?”

I blink my eyes. Oh, the cat’s out of the bag. But she really doesn’t have to know what the money is for. I don’t intend to let her know about my plans of doing this for charity, I’ll be in the headlines the next day.

She’s going to ruin my image as the number one playboy. I’m going to appear soft in front of people, which I don’t want to ever happen.

People don’t have to know about me doing charity or anything of the like.

“It’s all in the company funds, all safe. You don’t have to worry about it, Mom,” I reply to her without batting an eye.

She looks at me, suspiciously.

“What am I to do with you, son? Is it my fault for coddling you so much?” Mom questions as she sighs. “This money… I don’t know what you’re doing. I have a feeling that you’re not entirely honest with me.”

I don’t answer when she points this out. Well, she has a point, but I won’t ever tell.

“I want you to take control of the family,” she adds. Now, she got my whole attention. I lean towards her direction.

“As I’ve said, mom, it’s in the company funds,” I reaffirm. “It’s safe and sound. Growing, too.”

“If you say so,” she stares at me. “Now, I really want you to see in control of our company. But how can I trust you? You’re a playboy! No steady girlfriend, and no prospects in sight!”

I grimace, we’re back at this again.

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