Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  As soon as the interview gets featured, I notice a lot more people willing to invest in our company, along with our charity projects. It's like they can't wait to throw money at us. It makes the bit of embarrassment that I felt during the interview very much worth it.

  My thoughts drift to my new family, and I smile to myself like an idiot.

  I sigh, contentedly. Yes, very much worth it indeed.

  Thirty-Three

  Sonya

  It has been a dream of mine to wear a wedding dress that I have designed. Maybe it's part of being a fashion designer, but I can't imagine myself wearing anyone else's creation.

  "You look beautiful," my mom says proudly.

  "Thank you," I reply, unable to keep the mega-watt smile from my face.

  As I look at myself over the mirror, I can't help the overwhelming happiness that I feel. I decided to go with a rippling embroidered skirt with a scooped back lining, lace trimmings with a sequence on the bodice, topped with a delicate tulle veil, to complete the fairy tale look that I'm going for.

  I chose this design because I feel like I'm living the life of a fairy tale princess. My dreams have come true. I get the chance to design beautiful clothes, all the while, still having time to spend with Lauralee. I feel so happy, relaxed, and content. Even my skin has a beautiful, radiant glow.

  I'm now a partner to the company.

  I feel so blessed, being able to do what I love while being with the people that I love the most. And all of this is thanks to the man who unexpectedly swept me off my feet. Now here I am, about to walk the aisle, ready to spend the rest of my life with him.

  My mother, who looks to be overwhelmed with emotion, starts sobbing.

  "I'm just so happy for you and Lauralee," she says, blowing her nose on a tissue.

  I chuckle, "Mom, stop with the waterworks already." I tell her.

  She nods, dabbing some tissue at the sides of her eyes.

  "Do I still look alright?" she asks.

  I laugh.

  "Yes, mom. You do. It's a good thing we got you the waterproof mascara, huh?" I tell her, teasingly.

  "Yes, good idea on that one. I think I'll be bawling my eyes again before you say your vows," she says.

  Someone knocks at the door. The door opens and in waltzes my sister, Sasha, with Lauralee and our father. Sasha takes a good look at me and throws herself at me in a bone-crushing hug.

  "You look so beautiful. I'm so happy for you, sis," she says, pulling away slightly to get another look at me.

  I smile at her.

  "Thank you, Sasha," I say.

  Lauralee joins in on the hug.

  "Wow, mommy. Daddy is going to fall in love with you even more," she says, smiling widely.

  I chuckle.

  "You look so adorable in that dress," I say.

  She giggles.

  "Of course, mommy. You designed it, after all," she says, twirling to show it off.

  Dad clears his throat.

  "I couldn't be prouder of you, Sonya. You've grown into such a fine young woman," he says, looking as though he's going to start crying as well.

  "Oh, dad. Thank you. And not you too. Mom just started crying a couple of minutes ago," I say, trying to lighten the mood.

  "It's a good thing I don't wear make-up then," he says, sniffling slightly.

  I laugh.

  "Okay, dad. Cry all you want, but it's going to look funny in the photos," I say.

  He huffs.

  "More memories to laugh about then," he replies.

  My parents, always so emotional when it comes to my sister and me. I guess it shows how much they love us.

  "I came here since it's time, Sonya," dad says, offering his elbow for me to hold.

  The rest of my family go ahead, leaving dad and me to walk slowly to the church entrance.

  "Congratulations, Sonya. You'll always be my baby girl," he says, his voice cracking slightly.

  "Of course, dad. I love you too," I say.

  We reach the entrance, and the music starts playing. Everyone's already here.

  We walk slowly down the aisle when my eyes lock with Grant's. His jaw drops slightly at the sight of me, I stifle a giggle at his reaction.

  He looks so handsome in his suit. I give him a smile, and he returns one just as easily. We don't take our eyes off each other. Before I know it, I'm already in front of him.

  "You look so beautiful, Sonya," he whispers in my ear.

  I smile at his words. The priest calls for our attention. We turn towards the altar, my heart is beating so frantically. This is what I've been waiting for. We're finally getting married.

  The ceremony goes on. When the time comes for us to say our vows, it's Grant that goes first.

  He takes my hand in his and looks me in the eyes. They are filled with so much love that I almost start to cry.

  "Sonya, I never knew the true meaning of happiness until I met you. You set me straight and got me to believe in love. You and your daughter are the best things that ever happened to me. I promise to always love and take care of the both of you," he says, looking at me so tenderly that I want to just kiss him.

  "Grant, falling in love, was never part of the plan. For the longest time, it has always been just me and Lauralee against the world. Then you showed up. Not only did you help me realize my dreams, but you helped me realize Lauralee's as well. She's always wanted to have a father, and you loved her and treated her as your own. I love you, Grant. I promise to always do so," I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

  "Do you, Grant Fields, take Sonya Lynx to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asks Grant.

  "I do," he says immediately without hesitation.

  "And do you, Sonya Lynx, take Grant Fields to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asks.

  "I do," I answer.

  "Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the priest says.

  Grant lifts my veil slowly, looking lovingly into my eyes. He moves his face closer as I wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips meet in a kiss. It's chaste at first, but it quickly becomes heated, our tongues moving rhythmically in a searing kiss.

  We pull apart once we hear the crowd cheering. We smile at each other, everything feels so perfect.

  Our families rush in, offering us their congratulations. We accept them with smiles on our faces. We pose for pictures with our families, you can feel the joy radiating from everyone. It's a sight that warms my heart.

  We eventually move to the reception area, where everyone parties like crazy. Everyone's in a real festive mood.

  Grant and I dance together, enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed closely to each other, our foreheads touching.

  "I love you, Sonya," Grant says.

  I feel so happy and complete.

  "I love you too, Grant," I say wholeheartedly.

  We take turns dancing with Lauralee as well. The night is filled with laughter and enjoyment.

  By the time the party ends, everyone's already drunk out of their minds.

  Grant and I head home, Lauralee already asleep in my arms.

  We tuck her in bed, making sure to kiss her softly on the forehead before leaving.

  "Well, Mrs. Fields, it's just you and me," he says, already trailing wet hot kisses down my neck.

  I giggle from the ticklish sensations that it brings. He locks the door to our room and pushes me roughly against the door.

  He starts nibbling on my clavicles, eliciting a moan from me.

  He pulls back, looking me in the eyes.

  "I love you, Sonya Lynx Fields," he says passionately.

  I'm about to tell him that I love him too, but his mouth quickly captures my own.

  He kisses me like a man starved for affection. He kisses me with so much love. He kisses me with such reckless abandon. I moan as soon as our tongues meet, battling for dominance.

  He starts to unzip my dress, and it falls in a heap on the floor. I sta
rt taking off his clothes. By the time we get to the bed, we're already naked.

  He pushes me down, not breaking the kiss. He trails kisses down to my breasts. His tongue traces circles around my hard nipple, his hand fondling my other breast. He alternates between licking and sucking my breasts. I'm already so wet.

  "Stop teasing and make love to me already," I say hoarsely.

  I see a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  "Impatient, are we?" he says, looking amused.

  I grind my hips against his dick.

  "Yes," I groan. I just need him inside of me already.

  Obliging my request, he pushes his dick in slowly. Even after all the times we've had sex, it still takes a bit of time to get used to his size. He's just so fucking huge.

  I feel myself stretch to the brim, his dick already inside of me down to the hilt.

  He moves in and out, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust.

  I feel the familiar pressure building already.

  "Faster!" I moan. Grant moans louder.

  He growls, moving his hips faster.

  "Fuck!" I curse. It feels so damn good.

  "I'm almost there," I manage to say in between his delicious thrusts in my pussy.

  He grunts, moving his hips even faster.

  "Fuck!" I shout as I have the best orgasm of my life. I see fucking stars. I feel his dick twitch inside of me as his cum gets released inside of me.

  We both stare at each other lovingly, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

  "Oh, by the way," I say, getting his attention.

  He opens his eyes, waiting for me to say something. He's panting.

  "I love you too, my dear husband," I tell him, giving him one last peck on the lips before we both fall asleep, exhausted from the day's events.

  Thirty-Four

  Grant

  The Goddess sleeps.

  Her frumpled hair makes a fine art over the canvass that is our pillows. Her smooth, clear, ebony skin perfectly complements our bedsheets. And her angelic face is the cherry on top of the beautiful masterpiece that is my wife, Sonya.

  Wife, it’s got a strange ring to it. A year ago, I might have vomit just from hearing someone else say the word.

  But as I ponder upon the naked wonder of my wife, I say a silent prayer to God for giving her to me, in spite of everything that I’ve done to women and years past.

  “Wife,” I accidentally whisper. Sonya moves for a bit but does not awaken. Whew, at least I get a few more minutes to enjoy this magnificent view.

  The morning sunlight pierces through the glass door to our balcony and begins to warm our bed. The sun shines a spotlight on my beloved’s face as well, making her glow elegantly. I feel my eyes water almost immediately.

  “So, you plannin’ to be my stalker now?” Sonya suddenly speaks with her eyes still closed.

  She catches me off guard, but I’ll never let her know, “It’s not stalking if I own your delicious ass now. And how long have you been awake?”

  She smiles and opens her magical eyes, “Long enough to see you burst into tears.”

  Oh, God, that smile. I’ll never get tired of that perfect smile. It’s the smile that I run to whenever I had a bad day at work before we even started this whole fake marriage thing, and now it’s going to be the smile I’m going to come home to now that we’re actually married.

  “And how dare you, you male chauvinistic dog,” she jokes as she puts her arm around my neck and pulls me closer to her.

  “I joke! You know that in real life, you’re the one calling all the shots and owning me,” I say as I gaze into her loving eyes.

  “And you love it,” she giggles.

  “As much as I love owning you.”

  She slaps me playfully as we both laugh.

  “I mean, not as much as I love you, Sonya,” I say.

  She leans over and kisses me, “I love you too, slave. This ass is mine!”

  Her hands reach for my naked ass, but accidentally reaches something long and hard instead.

  “Oh, he says good morning, too,” I joke.

  Sonya looks down and smiles, before actually going under the sheets and unto my cock. Her soft hands stroke my morning wood ever so gently as she sits on top of me, the covers thrown off the bed.

  She kisses the tip and lets her tongue loose on my poor and vulnerable cock as she stares at me.

  “You know how I love it when you stare at me like that, Sonya,” I moan as she continues to kiss my cock.

  She smiles and nods before swallowing my dick inside her mouth. She seems to choke at first but can masterfully let go of the shaft and deepthroats my cock.

  “Fuck,” I moan, her hot mouth feels just like heaven, especially as I move my hips and force my cock inside her tight throat. I can hear her choke, but she does not move at all.

  I continue to fuck her deep in her mouth until she hit the edge of my peak and stop.

  “Whew!” I say in relief as Sonya rises up and wipes the drool off of her mouth with her forearm.

  “Did’ja like that?” she asks lustfully.

  “Loved it,” I say as I give her an ok sign. Sonya’s hips begin to move as she rubs her dripping wet pussy all over my shaft.

  “Well, you’re gonna love this as well,” says Sonya. She quickly grabs my cock and sits on top of it. Her hot flesh wraps around my cock deliciously. We both moan simultaneously, but Sonya continues to move her hips up and down my crotched like a possessed succubus.

  “Fuck, you’re so big, Grant!” she whispers into the air, her head faces the ceiling as she pounds my cock with her wet pussy. Her pace quickly ramps up as she leans over me, allowing my hands to reach for her ample breasts as she rocks up and down the bed.

  “I’m cumming!” Sonya screams as her body shivers three times around my cock, tightening all around the shaft. I again almost go over the edge.

  Sonya’s breathing quickens as she stops for a few seconds to take a rest all over my cock. As soon as she’s finished, she smiles at me and rotates herself into a reverse cowgirl position, all the while my cock is still inside her.

  “Fuck, that felt great,” I moan.

  “Then get a load of this,” says Sonya as she looks back at me, her juicy butt and curvaceous back sight to behold.

  She starts moving her hips up and down, and I salivate over the sight of her plump butt bouncing over me. I grab a handful and start slapping it in rhythm to Sonya’s bouncing.

  “Ah! Yes!” Sonya screams as she quickens her pace. I love looking at the sight of my cock disappearing inside her, only reappearing a second later, wetter than before.

  “I love that ass,” I moan as Sonya continues to smother my dick with it. She looks back at me like a frightened puppy, telling me that she’s again almost at her limit.

  She tries to speak but leans over towards the other side of the bed as my hips began to move in synchronization with her bounces. I feel her flesh getting warmer and warmer with each forceful thrust I make.

  And just when I’m about to peak, Sonya climaxes before me as she arches her back and freezes in the air as she screams silently into the pillow that she grabbed while she was fucking me.

  “Oh my god,” she whispers. “I don’t think I can take much more of this.” She falls beside me on the bed, the back of her forehand all over her eyes as she breathes deeply as if she had just run her first marathon.

  “Tired already?” I whisper as I kiss her delicate shoulders. “But we haven’t even started yet.”

  I stroke my cock as I lay beside her. Her tired, naked body is a treat that I should savor and take advantage of immediately.

  “You haven’t peaked yet?” Sonya asks me. I politely shake my head and put on my puppy eyes to act as best as I can.

  Sonya caresses my cheek, “You poor boy.”

  I smile and immediately get on top of her. I kiss her nipples as I point the tip of my cock to her pussy. I bite her erect nipple, a fetish of mine, and as soon as I hear her moa
n, I thrust my cock inside her slippery cunt.

  Sonya moans lovingly, “Fuck! Yes, Grant. Give it to me!”

  I oblige and fuck her deep and one hard, quick thrust. Her eyes are wide open along with her mouth as she stares at me, as if not able to believe what I just did to her. Well, honey, you better believe it.

  I slowly take my cock out of her cunt, enjoying her muffled moans and wet flesh. And once again, I thrust quick and deep inside her.

  “Dammit, Grant! Stop teasing me!” Sonya moans. “Give it to me. Hard!”

  With her blessing, I let loose and ramp up the pace. Sonya wraps her arms around my back and digs her nails deep into it. I love the stinging sensation and proceed to fuck her even harder.

  The creaking noise our bed makes now sounds like a DJ playing on his turntables, which even turns me on.

  Sonya’s face is in pain but moans in carnal pleasure. I decide to lift her legs up on her shoulders before fucking her hard again, this time allowing me to really go deep on her. I stare into her eyes as my cock kisses the walls of her uterus.

  Some of our juices even flow down to her face as I go in and out of her. She opens her mouth wide as she licks off the drops of our passionate lovemaking.

  “Fuck, I love it when you get freaky, Sonya,” I say with difficulty in breathing, edging way past my limit.

  “I love you more, Grant,” she replies with love in her eyes. I feel the love penetrates deep inside my soul and warms me up inside.

  “I love you too, Sonya,” I say as I reach my maximum pace as my cock is pulsating wildly inside of her.

  “Let it all out inside me!” Sonya moans.

  “Fuck!” I shout before giving it one final hip thrust inside Sonya, and orgasm inside her hot pussy. My cock squirts for three more times inside of her before I limp back down on the bed beside Sonya.

  We both smile and laugh as her eyes grow heavy as I again thank the universe for giving me the chance to make me feel as good as she makes me feel.

  And once again, the Goddess sleeps.