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.
CURVE BALL
Grant burst into the office before Ace could dash out.
"Sir Lan—" he paused when he saw Ace in the room. "Good, sir Ace. I was just coming to ask sir Landon your whereabouts. I saw the Mrs car," he said, slightly out of breath.
Ace paused on his heel, and allowed his gaze to rest on Grant. "You saw who?"
"Mrs Christine. Her entourage has arrived."
Reflexively, his eyes went to his wrist at the same time Makayla screamed, "Mum is here?"
"Miss Kayla? Good morn—afternoon," he corrected when he saw the time on the big clock in the room was headed to 1:pm.
"Hello Grant. Good to see you. How come mum arrived this early?"
"I don't know, but we don't have time to waste. I'll grab the wine, Ace, take the fragrance. We need to go welcome her before Celine gets there," Landon said, already running around to grab files and documents.
"What about Fay? You said—"