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.
THE INTRUDER
As Ace dragged her away, her eyes found the deadly glare of her aunt's. A shudder ran through her, as she clung on to him.
They arrived at the parking lot, and Cam hurriedly approached them.
"Hand me the keys, I'll be driving," he said, letting go of her hands.
Without further questions, Cam handed the keys to his boss who he could tell was clearly upset about something.
"Take a taxi back home if you like," He walked around the car, and opened it. "Hop in." He nudged towards the passengers door, as he went into the driver's seat.
Fay silently obeyed, still too shocked from everything that had transpired to say a word. She sat down, and put on her seatbelt, while Ace roughly drove out of the compound.
Not even the golden street was enough to pique her interest. As he drove, tears rolled down her eyes.
Once more, she wasn't able to defend herself against the lies of her aunt. Maybe because she never believed her aunt could stoop so low.