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THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

CHECK OUT THE BILLIONAIRE'S HAUGHTY BABY, which is the story of Ace, and Fays daughter, Dream. 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.

angel_freeborn · Urbano
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#R18
#CEO
#DRAMATIC
#SEDUCTIVE
#RICHFAMILY
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE
#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#BIGSHOT
#FLASHMARRIAGE

BILLIONAIRE FLEX

"Cam, if you had a girl child, what would you get her as a gift for her birthday?" Fay asked as they walked through the different aisles.

"Maybe a little doll? Little girls like that, don't they?"

"I guess. But don't you think it's a little generic?"

"I mean, you're also right."

"Wait," she stopped, an idea forming in her head.

Cam stopped too, satisfied with watching her. He could go round with her all day and not be bored. She had the curious mind of a child.

There was always a question at the tip of her tongue, and he had never been happier to provide answers to anyone.

"Do you think she would like a diary? You know at that age, I wished I had one. Sometimes, you just want to pour out your soul to an inanimate object. Something she can reference later in the future. What do you think?" She clapped excitedly.

Some shoppers next to them turned and smiled.

"Sorry." she bit her lips, and her face fell.