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.
RECKLESS ACCUSATIONS
In the afternoon of the day that started out as a continuation of the nightmare the previous day brought, Ace walked out of his room, ready to ask questions.
Earlier, Reign had told him things that his mind simply could not fathom. Things that were grounds for blowing off at everyone involved, if they were true.
But it came from Reign, and it would be in everyone's interest to take whatever she says with a grain of salt.
He had barely made it down the stairs when the devil waltzed from the kitchen and stepped into his path.
He sucked his teeth when he lifted his head and saw it was her.
"Heading somewhere?" She asked, smiling sheepishly.
The first thing in his mind was to tell her to go to hell. But he repressed that voice, and waited for a few seconds to see if the urge to push her out of his way would leave.