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.
AWAKE
Marilyn jerked to her feet, and subtly stood in front of the bed, just as Reign stopped before her.
"Move," Reign said, no trace of humor evident in her face.
"I— I can't," Marilyn stuttered.
"Why?" She folded her hands across her body, and jut a hip forward. "Isn't it a simple courtesy to visit the unwell?" She drawled in that lazy voice of hers.
"You can't be here ma'am." Marilyn stood her ground. Her head shot past Reign, glancing from one part of the room to another, in hopes Ace would walk in and save them all from the cattiness of his ex-girlfriend.
"Who are you to tell me where I can, or can't be, Marilyn? You must have forgotten so soon what I am to your boss." She gave her a disgusted once over, appalled by the audacity of being spoken back to, by someone she considered a lowlife.
'His trashy ex?' Marilyn sneered in her mind, but was too much of a coward to say it out loud.