THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
[SLOW BURN} (CHECK OUT MY NEW MAFIA ROMANCE. OUT NOW!) "You can't hurt me anymore, Ace. I'm not that crybaby you used to know," she warned, taking a step back. "Who said anything about hurting anyone, darling? There's only one place I need to cry for me. One very," his eyes trailed down her body, and stopped between her thighs. "Very moist place." He took two steps forward, and closed the gap between them. Ace is the legitimate heir to the Atticus dynasty, but there's a condition. Grandpa before his death says he cannot fully inherit everything until he gets married, and stays married for at least a year. Quick to think, he finds a solution to his dilemma; A contract marriage. With the help of his personal assistant, Grant, He finds Fay Landon. Dainty Fay that cries a lot, and can talk a storm. He vows it's only a marriage of convenience, until the redhead let's her hair down, and shows him the woman behind the tears. She falls first, but he falls harder. In the middle of the war for a billion dollar empire, heartless Ace Atticus will learn that to come out victorious, he needs a Fay up his sleeve. THIRD MONTH OF WIN-WIN. PLEASE SUPPORT ME WITH YOUR VOTES, COLLECTIONS, REVIEWS, COMMENTS, AND GIFTS. THANK YOU.
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"Oh," Fay said, an awkward smile on her face.
"Don't let those heathens bother you," the matriarch patted her back lovingly. "It's good to know there's someone else that takes prayers as seriously as I do."
"No jokes. Grandma once took us all to a ten hour church program. I think I had hearing loss five hours in," Colin joked.
Fay chuckled, and the sound sent electrical shocks towards Ace. She looked so at ease with his family. Now that the elephant in the room had stormed out, she was definitely more comfortable.
"That's enough. Everyone, eat up."
The mumblings stopped, and only the sound of metal scraping against metal as they devoured their food could be heard.
In-between eating, someone would make a joke that would send them reeling from laughter.
The matriarch could only swallow her tongue and watched the newest generation of the Atticus', mingle.