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.
PATTERN OF INTEREST
Fay spent the entirety of the night dazed by the encounter.
It was becoming a worrisome pattern.
The first time she met someone who thought she looked like someone they knew, it had turned out to be a fluke.
After getting her hopes up of meeting someone that could potentially know her dead parents, since her aunt withheld details about them, everything came to nothing.
However, a pattern became established.
She would go into a crowded place the few times she did, and her hair would draw a question or two.
This time around, it was the song she had sung.
As she laid on the big bed that would never fit into the room she grew up in, she let her thoughts wander.
After that encounter, she had been unable to put in the finishing touches of the perfume she was making.
Although the garden lights were switched on for her, she decided she had done enough for the day.