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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

The Mile High Club

JAMES

“James! Oh… Oh, my God. James!” Destiny’s cries of passion turned into a shriek of terror as I emptied myself into her tight pussy.

What the fuck?!

“What’s wrong?” I panted and almost collapsed onto her. I was exhausted, my body was shaking from my release.

“You didn’t wear a condom!” She pushed me with all her might, and I wondered how the hell she even had any strength left after what we just did.

I rolled off her and watched her scramble off the bed, desperately looking for something to wipe herself with.

“The bathroom’s through there, Sugar.” I lifted a weak hand towards the door.

She turned to give me a scathing look from those dark green eyes that would make lesser men turn to stone. I should probably tell her she had nothing to worry about. No, let her stew a bit, I smirked to myself.

I heard the shower turn on. Pity it was too small otherwise I would have loved to join her.