[SLOW BURN} (CHECK OUT MY NEW MAFIA ROMANCE. OUT NOW!) "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.
Ace woke up with a throbbing pain in his head. It was a miracle that he had gotten any sleep.
Sliding out of bed, he went straight to his bathroom to take a bath.
On his way, he caught the time on his bedside mini clock; 6am.
His alarm would usually ring by seven, but he had beaten it by an hour today.
Grudgingly, he went into the bathroom. He took a piss first, and proceeded to shower.
He stepped into it, and allowed the shower to wash all over him. As he showered, his mind skipped to the previous day. By no means had he meant to come out that strong with Fay.
An image of her scared, trembling face appeared in his head, and he sighed.
She was downright terrified of him, and who could blame her? He practically called her a gold digger because a man paid for her shopping.