THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
[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.
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"Here, your keys," Fay said, stretching the car keys to him.
He accepted it, but didn't make an attempt to leave.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked in a confused tone.
"You're not even going to see me off?" He threw his own question , and even added a charming smile for a little razzledazzle.
"Nice try." She turned around, and made to leave, but he held her back.
"What do you want now?"
"Just, you're beautiful Fay."
He let her go, and turned towards the door. Before she could get over the shock of his words, he was gone.
Ace walked into the day that was fast darkening into the night.
His eyes scanned the compound until he found his car.
He walked up to it, and was surprised it was very clean.
If he remembered clearly, the car had been muddied the last time he saw it.
His lips curved into a grin. The car had definitely been washed.
For what it was worth, perhaps, she didn't completely hate him.