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THE BILLIONAIRE'S DESTINY. Flirting with Fate

Ever since James Barrington the third was a small child, he hated being told what to do. Yes, he was a rebel, a wild child. His mother died when he was in his teens, barely fourteen and his father… Well, suffice to say, he tried his best to tame James, make him into his image. He failed. Miserably. The more he pushed, the more James pulled. Then there was his grandfather. James’ father was his clone. To top it all off, he was the only child. The heir to the Barrington billions. Now his grandfather and father were setting an ultimatum. Give up his philandering and wild ways, get married and take over Barrington Enterprises. Or face being disinherit-ed. Even arranged for him to meet Marcy Davenport, eldest daughter of Richard Davenport, one of the richest and most influential families in Westwood. He loved his freedom he was twenty-six for heaven sakes. So, James being the rebel he was, promised himself to marry the first woman he runs into who didn’t know him from a bar of soap, just to shut the old men up. Destiny Johnson is a girl from the other side of the track. Growing up in a poor neighborhood, Destiny was used to having very little. Now she lives in a trailer park and works at a convenience store. James sets out to turn her into the perfect girl to impress his grandfather and father, the James’s as he calls them. But as he tries to change Destiny to fit his mold, she is slowly changing his universe around. With her different outlook on the world, she slowly reels James in, making him into the man he was meant to be. Call it fate or call it Karma… An accidental meeting changed both their lives in an instant.

Charmeleon · Urban
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128 Chs

Dreams and Nightmares

DESTINY

The drive back to the James’ house was tense. I didn’t want to speak to him. I was angry and ashamed that I had given in to my feelings and he had taken advantage of me. Jenna was right, James would break my heart without a second thought. I had to be more careful. Especially when we’re alone.

Damn him, his kisses made me melt. I wouldn’t have been able to stop him if he wanted to go further. In fact, I wanted him to go further, but when he placed my hand under his shirt, I was afraid. This was just a game to him. I had to remind myself constantly. There was no way he would give up his playboy ways for me.

Jenna’s words came back to haunt me; “You don’t have what it takes to satisfy a man like James.” Heaven knows, she was right. I was inexperienced and it showed. I felt such a fool. But I won’t make the same mistake again.