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.
GRIPPING PANIC
Ace knew he had to make it up to Fay. First, for misjudging and mistrusting her, and also for believing Celine's of all people's words against her.
Then he needed to hear her explanation on what was going on in that picture. Landon was right. Jason had to be comforting her. It was the only explanation as to why they were that close.
Tugging his tie, they came loose and he sighed in relief. He took it off, and his jacket followed next. His eyes zoomed in on the wrist watch around his arm. It was evening already. Very soon, the day would be dark.
He stood up in haste. He had to return home in time to talk to Fay.
Landon had taken all the files they needed to the office, so he didn't have anything else except his laptop to take home.
He stepped out after putting his desk in order.
Grant, as if waiting all day for him, hurried forward to carry the things he had in his hands.