Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  I guess Lauralee helps them to have a good relationship.

  “Thank you,” Sonya smiles widely.

  “I’m honestly happy for you and my son,” Mom declares. Warmth caresses my heart. Finally, my mother’s accepting us.

  “Thank you,” Sonya smiles widely as our eyes meet. The love between us keeps getting stronger, and we’re both happy.

  Perfect.

  Twenty-Nine

  Sonya

  The party ended in a blast. It was successful down to the smallest detail, and we rake in money. Gloria helped, as well. She socialized with her friends and expressed to them her willingness to donate.

  And asked them to help too. Well, all those madam's did. They were even fighting on who donated bigger. All throughout, Gloria had a smile on her face. She looks like she's won the grand prize.

  She's really a businesswoman, through and through. Gloria also went around to introduce Lauralee to the crowd. She was so proud.

  I'm so happy when I see her finally accept Lauralee. I was aware that she didn't like me because I have a daughter. But as I've said, Lauralee melts the heart.

  And Gloria's heart is as easy as pie.

  "They look like real granddaughter and grandmother," Grant says from behind me. "Whatever your thinking is, don't worry."

  "Are you a mind reader? How can you say that I'm worrying?" I ask him. He holds my hand, we're now walking towards the Field's manor. Obviously, it's a mansion. The victorian style of it adds elegance to the structure.

  I look at my daughter and Gloria, walking hand in hand towards the mansion. Grant kisses my palm as he gazes at my eyes.

  "Mom loves Lauralee, and I'm sure dad will," Grant assures me.

  "Honestly, I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about the successful party, but since you reminded me of it… I'm nervous as hell," I glare at Grant, and I pout. "I was fine earlier!"

  Grant chuckles as he presses on my nose.

  "Hey!" I swat his hand away, and he bursts out laughing.

  "You're so beautiful, especially when you're angry," Grant whispers as he hastily lands a wet smack kiss on my lips. I look at him with wide eyes.

  "We're in front of your house!" I slap his upper arm. His hold on my hand tightens.

  "Who cares, honey? We're getting married. Also, my dad's really nice, don't worry," Grant says as we walk slowly to the house. Lauralee has disappeared from my sight, and I don't know where she is now.

  Well, I don't have to worry, though. Gloria's with her.

  "Let's go meet dad," Grant says. "But first, don't you want to change clothes? I mean, the gown might be uncomfortable."

  "Yes, I want to," I tell him. I need a change of clothes so that I can move without restrictions. This gown's fit won't let me move the way I want.

  "I'll take you to our dressing room. It has all kinds of clothes there," Grant guides me there.

  After thirty minutes, I managed to finish changing. I can't believe that the walk from the garage to the house is almost ten minutes! And the walk from the house to the dressing room, is more or less, ten minutes.

  God, the mansion's so big. My eyes widened when I entered earlier. Even now, I still can't believe that I'm here.

  This is the place where my idol lives.

  "You look beautiful," Grant praises me. I can only shake my head as I'm getting used to his compliment. He really has a sweet mouth. A glib tongue that can charm anyone.

  "Thank you," I reply to him. He keeps praising me even though I'm only wearing simple clothes.

  "Where's Lauralee?" I ask as I look around curiously. How can I ever find her with these many rooms?

  "Let's go to the living room," Grant says to me.

  "Oh, good, they're in the living room. I thought that if it's me, I won't be able to find her," I tell him.

  "It still won't be that easy because we have three living rooms," Grant says to me. I look at him, surprised.

  "Three?" I ask him. Just how rich are they? I guess really rich since I've heard that they come from old money.

  "Yes, one on the second floor. And two here. We have it in the east and west wing, respectively," Grant explains to me.

  "Let's go to where Lauralee is," Grant adds. I can't even feel surprised anymore when I pass by some precious antiques. Oh my gosh, the place is practically a museum. I'm scared that Lauralee might break something.

  We walk for another five minutes with Grant explaining to me about his family history, and the significance of the items here. Some of them are heirlooms.

  As soon as we get closer to a huge door, I can hear people laughing from the inside. In particular, Lauralee's chuckle.

  "We should really convert one room here for Lauralee," I can hear a man say.

  "I'm also thinking of converting a room as a playroom, so whenever this princess visits, she can play around," I hear Gloria's voice. The man agrees.

  Grant smiles at me, and I feel like I can breathe when I heard Gloria, and I'm sure, Mr. Fields, talking.

  "Hello," Grant walks in with me in tow. I see Lauralee on Mr. Field's lap. Then, the little girl jumps and runs towards me.

  "Mommy!" Lauralee shouts as she kisses me on the cheeks. Then, she raises her hands to Grant. I pout, feigning jealousy when she chose her soon-to-be daddy more than me.

  Lauralee giggles.

  "Daddy, we were playing!" Lauralee says. "Grandpa says that we're going to play more. He's going to build me a castle."

  Lauralee gestures with her hand. Mr. Fields chuckles. I feel a bit nervous when his eyes landed on me. His eyes are… really kind, it makes me feel relax.

  "Hello, Sonya. We finally meet. I heard a lot about you," Mr. Fields gives me his hand for a handshake. I receive it.

  "I hope they were all good things?" I ask him. Mr. Fields is the opposite of Gloria. The former has a smile on his face. I guess, most of the time. He looks handsome and sweet.

  But I guess Grant took his devastating handsomeness from his mom.

  "Please take sit," Mr. Fields tells me. I sit together with Grant, and Lauralee's in the middle. Why do I feel like this is an interrogation?

  When I look at Gloria, I feel the load lighten. I mean, she's not looking at me with critical eyes. She's clearly happy with me.

  I smile widely. Then, Mr. Fields introduced himself.

  "I'm Arnold Fields, welcome to the family," he says to me. "So, when is the wedding? I have to prepare my best suit."

  "Six-" I say, but Grant interrupts me.

  "As soon as we can," Grant replies. Gloria gasps and glares at Grant. This is the normal Gloria that I know. But what I'm surprised about is Grant's declaration.

  "We can't wait for six months," he grabs hold of my hand as he stares at me. "I love you too much to wait so long. I want us to be family."

  "Grant! A wedding is only once in a lifetime," Gloria says. "You need to give Sonya a wonderful wedding. A memorable one, not some hastily made up sh-"

  Gloria stops when she looks at Lauralee; then, she smiles sweetly as she calms herself. It seems like she's going to cuss.

  "It's fine with me, a simple wedding will do," I say to break the tension between the two.

  "No," Gloria says. "This needs to be wonderful. Trust me on this one."

  "Well," I look back and forth between Grant and Gloria.

  "How about you work with wedding planners? We have people to do that. We pay them good money, and they do their work. Also, I'm sure you want to design your own gown," Arnold says.

  Gloria's face lights up.

  "That's great!" Gloria exclaims. "You can have a wonderful wedding in the soonest possible time."

  "Thank you," I reply to her. I don't want to break her enthusiasm.

  "Isn't this wonderful?" Arnold says. "We finally reach a consensus. Sonya, darling, let's set a time to talk with your parents."

  We talk until late into the night. I enjoy talking to Arnold the most. He's an easygoing person, and I can see his love for Gloria. It's not an or
dinary man who can have Gloria's heart.

  Seeing that Lauralee's sleepy, we excuse ourselves. We need to leave now.

  "Before you leave, can I walk with you for a few minutes?" Gloria asks me. "Only the both of us."

  Arnold, and Grant who's carrying Lauralee, left the room. I'm a bit nervous.

  "I have so many things I want to say, but let me just summarize this in a few words," Gloria says.

  "I want to say sorry for neglecting your talent, and burying a gem like you in a pile of administrative work," Gloria says sincerely. "Starting tomorrow, you're going to have two assistants for admin work, and you can design full time."

  The words keep ringing in my ears, and I still can't believe that the great Gloria Fields has apologized to me. Also, she acknowledged me!

  "You're very talented," Gloria adds.

  "Thank you," I whisper. I feel overwhelming happiness, I can't ask for anything more.

  "I'm the one who's supposed to thank you. Thank you for loving Grant," Gloria says with a smile on her face. We hug each other.

  We walk out of the room like best friends. When Grant and Arnold see us, they look surprised. I smile at Grant.

  "Goodbye, and see you next time," Gloria says as she hugs me. We share hugs and kisses as we say our goodbyes.

  The house slowly disappears from sight, but the happiness remains.

  Thirty

  Grant

  "Teddy!" Lauralee yells as she reaches for her bear. I can't blame her though, she's tucked in probably the most enormous bed she's ever slept in her whole life. A grandiose bed with two queen-sized mattresses stacked on top of each other, silk comforters, and a ridiculous thread-count for the pillows.

  Sonya sits besides Lauralee, looking as beautiful as the day I met her, in spite of wearing just her casual blouse and skirt, she could walk inside any party and be the belle of the ball. One of the many things that I'll love about that woman.

  I'm confident that she can give those women at the ball a run with their money even if she wears casual clothes.

  "Will you fetch me, Mr. Teddy, dear?" Sonya requests. I gladly obey and get Mr. Teddy on top of the dresser and carefully place it next to Lauralee. She immediately hugs it and showers it with soft kisses before closing her eyes, never letting go of her best friend.

  "Goodnight, my lovely mommy," yawns Lauralee.

  "Goodnight, my baby," whispers Sonya before kissing her daughter goodnight.

  We quietly leave Lauralee as soon as we hear the first snores coming out of her cute little mouth. Angels would be lucky to have her face as she sleeps.

  It doesn't take a few seconds after closing the door before my urges get the best of me. I push Sonya unto the wall opposite Lauralee's room and kiss her. Her tender lips are an experience I will never ever get tired of. The dark halls of our mansion are a perfect cover for me to express my passion for Sonya as haphazardly as possible, which turns me on even more.

  "I love you," I whisper to Sonya as my hand caresses her soft cheek. Her caramel skin is a sight to behold under the moonlight. Those three little words do not do justice to what I feel for her, but I pray that it will be enough for me to convey my feelings to her.

  "I love you, Grant," she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I embrace her back, snaking my arms around her slender waist.

  "I love you more," I reply, lifting her up with the tightest hug I've given in my life.

  "Oh!" Sonya shrieks. "Grant Fields! Put me down now!"

  "Has anyone ever told you how cute you sound whenever you're angry?" I say as I look up at her. Sonya doesn't reply and merely pouts at me.

  "Hold your horses, beloved," I reply. "I will drop you off only to a place deserving a queen."

  I carry her back to my room, which is three bedrooms down from Lauralee's. Luckily for me,

  Sonya chuckles, "This is a room deserving a queen?"

  "Yes," I proudly reply. "For this is the King's room. My room."

  I carefully lay Sonya on my bed, "And a King's room needs a queen to guide him."

  I unbutton my long-sleeve shirt quickly and throw down on the floor as I crawl on my bed. My blood boils, seeing Sonya's curvy silhouette. I reach for her top and remove it as I kiss my woman. I wish nothing more than for our skin to melt with each other as we explore our passion.

  Suddenly, I feel the sudden urge to just lie down and stare at Sonya.

  She stares at me, confused, "Is there something wrong?"

  "No, not at all. In fact, quite the opposite," I reply as I lay on my side, with my hand supporting my head as I lay beside her. "Everything is so right now, with you in it."

  "Oh, stop it, you!" Sonya replies, her eyes darting away from mine. I hold her chin lightly and nudge her to look at me. Her eyes are magnificent. Unsure yet curious, her eyes emanate extraordinary strength and resilience.

  "I can't do it, Sonya," I say.

  "Do what exactly?" she asks.

  "I can't stop loving you. Lord knows I tried. I tried to be as professional as I can be, Sonya. But my heart and soul yearns for you. It always has, and it always will."

  Sonya hugs me all teary-eyed, "Oh Grant, you don't know how much I love you."

  I lean over and whisper, "I can try."

  With each waking moment, our kisses grow deeper and deeper. While my hand unhooks her bra, Sonya unfastens my belt and unzips my pants. Her aggressive hands reach for my bulge and caress it vigorously.

  "Grant, please," Sonya looks at me sorrowfully, almost begging. "I want you now."

  But even before I can respond, she makes me remove my pants, and the remnants of her underwear and forces me to lie down on the bed while strokes my naked cock at her discretion. Her eyes widen as my cock is now fully-erect, pulsating with each stroke of her delicate hands.

  Sonya smiles and slowly puts her mouth on the tip. Her tongue massages my tip vigorously so much that I can no longer differentiate pain and pleasure.

  I moan hard. Sonya responds, stroking my shaft with her hand and massaging my tip with her wet tongue. I'm losing my mind here. If this continues any further I' m––

  "I can't take it anymore," says Sonya. As I look down, I can see that her other hand is apparently down on her crotch as she strokes mine. "I want you now, Grant. All of you."

  She quickly takes off what remains of her clothes and sits on top of my crotch before kissing me sweetly. She rubs her cunt all over the shaft of my engorged dick as we kiss.

  "Fuck, I love it, Sonya. I love you," I say as I look into Sonya's eyes. Her face is oozing with pleasure as she rubs her crotch on mine.

  "I love you, Grant," she says before finally strokes down deliciously, forcing my cock to penetrate her wet pussy.

  We moan together from the sensation. Finally, we can be one soul without any worries. Our bodies now in rhythm with our minds.

  Sonya's back arches and stiffens as she's able to swallow my cock whole with her pussy.

  "Grant, you're so fucking big."

  Her slender body is a sight to behold under the moonlight. After a few seconds or so, I finally start to move my hips, no longer able to wait for Sonya to move it on her own.

  "Fuck!" Sonya cries as I slowly move my rock-hard cock in and out of her. Nothing in my life feels more perfect than this, to feel as good as I'm making the love of my life feel. Her supple breasts bounce up and down in rhythm to my quick thrusts. Her body gets warmer with each stroke I make.

  "Yes, Grant! Yes!" she gleefully says. I can feel her moving her hips down as I move mine up, synchronizing our love-making. I can no longer tell where my body begins, and her body ends as our pace reaches full intensity.

  Sonya's moans now drown out mine as I feel her fucking the life out of my cock until––

  "FUCK!" she screams, her body shivering and finally stiffens before she lays down in the bed, out of breath. I caress her cheek and kiss her lightly. I'm glad I made the love of my life happy as I ready lay beside her and sleep.

  But Sonya's hand
s suddenly grab my cock. I'm surprised to find that she's still awake. "Don't you dare go to sleep without cumming inside me."

  I can't help but smile, "Yes, ma'am."

  I do as she commands and lay on top of her stroking my shaft all of her dripping wet cunt.

  I look into Sonya's eyes, kissing her before penetrating her again. Her body is almost limp from exhaustion, but her pussy is swallowing me whole.

  "God, you're amazing, Sonya. Fuck," I moan as I ram her hard and harder.

  "Give it to me," she whispers, her face contorting with pleasure as my cock glides inside her. Our fingers interlock, our breaths synchronize, and our hearts beat loud under cover of moonlight.

  I'm glad to have met this wonderful woman, and have the chance to show her my love. Just as much as the river meets the sea, I can finally be with her love that can fill oceans.

  "Fuck, I'm about to cum," I moan. Sonya no longer responds, but her fingers claw deep in my back with each deep thrust I make.

  "I love you, Grant," she whispers as our gazes lock.

  "I love you, Sonya," I say before finally no longer able to control my body and fucking her with a beastly pace. Until one final thrust, and my mind goes numb. All my feelings pour out to her. I can feel Sonya's love as well as her body arches and shivers with mine.

  We gaze at each other as we lay side by side, smiles on both our faces.

  "Good night, love," Sonya whispers before closing her eyes.

  She's wrong. It's the best night.

  Thirty-One

  Sonya

  “Hmm, maybe move the flowers here, and then let’s put the backdrops over here,” I carefully instruct the wedding planner, Shea. She’s a literal godsend. She’s been able to scrounge up all the details and logistics for the wedding details in just a week and we’ve never had to compromise on each and every choice I’ve have had so far.

  Shea’s a part-time college student. It’s amazing how this five foot four, caramel-skinned, long-haired little beauty can work so hard. Last night she was taking midterms, and now, she’s busy helping me plan out my wedding in the most beautiful church that I’ve ever seen in my whole life.