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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.

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A Daugther of Eve

“You have to ask?!” James glared at Ronan.

I watched the two of them glaring at each other.

“Do you mind? Don’t I get a say in this?” I didn’t really want a bachelorette party seeing as our wedding was a fake. Besides, I only had one friend and I wasn’t even sure if she would come to my wedding.

“No!” James said.

“Jesus, James. She’s not your child, for God’s sake.” Ronan sprang off the couch sending his drink flying off the end table.

“I know that, but you know how those girls can be and I’m not letting them get Destiny into trouble.” James got up to get a towel from the kitchen. I followed him.

“There you go again not trusting me. I would never do anything I don’t want to.” I grabbed his arm. “Besides, you can’t forbid me to go.” I pushed my chin out defiantly.

He grabbed a dishtowel from the rack and stomped back. He threw the towel at Ronan.