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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
Not enough ratings
128 Chs

My Feisty Wife

JAMES

Offense has and always will be my best defense. I’ve fucked up. Royally. And she was spitting mad, like a little kitten, cute, but her claws were damned sharp.

“Sit your ass down there.” I slapped the counter, I had my boss face on, but she wasn’t scared of me.

She hopped on the counter, glaring daggers at me. Her knees were badly scraped, but I was more concerned about her hands.

“What the fuck were you thinking running off like that? You could have been killed.” I was laying it on thick.

“James.”

I took out the first-aid box from under the counter and placed it next to her. Damn it, her palms were dirty and bleeding. “I should take you to get a tetanus shot. Look at this mess.” I disinfected her hands and wiped them gently with cotton balls. She didn’t even flinch.

“James.”

“What?!” I snapped at her, pretending to be angry. I wanted to avoid the issue of the fake pregnancy. What the hell was I thinking.