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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 Walk in the Moonlight

DESTINY

The island was breathtakingly beautiful, something I’ve only ever seen in movies and on the adverts on Telly. Palm trees waving in the breeze, white beaches as far as my eyes could see and the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. It was paradise.

I carried my sandals in one hand while James held the other as we walked on the wet sand. Waves lapped at our feet. James had his jeans rolled up to his calves and he looked so different, carefree, like he was really happy.

Suddenly he stopped to look out over the ocean. “Isn’t this perfect?” he said, “Don’t you wish we could live like this forever?”

“You’ll get bored, James.” I gave my honest opinion. He was too much of a people’s person.

He turned to me. “You really think so? Do you think I’ll get bored of you, Sugar?” He used that low tone that did nasty things to my insides.

I couldn’t see his face because he had the moon on his back, outlining his silhouette in silver.