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THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

[SLOW BURN] {HEAVY SMUT FROM CHAPTER 100} "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.

angel_freeborn · Urban
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175 Chs

FRAGRANCE

"I can't believe we got this much," Fay said to Marilyn, as they stood at the counter, ready to pay for the clothes.

"I think you should have gotten more. It's your husband's money after all," she replied in a teasing voice, making Fay flush.

The bagged clothes were handed to two men who would take it out for them.

"That would be all Mrs. Do have a good day, and I hope you stop by our store again," the pleasant lady over the counter said.

"That's strange. I've not paid for the clothes yet," she countered, looking from Marilyn who was just as confused as she was, to the lady.

"Yeah, that's because your husband paid already."

"My husband?" Her head went behind her, in search of Ace. "Did you see Ace?" She asked Marilyn.

"Nope." She shook her head.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I think there's a mixture somewhere. My husband is at work."