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.
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Ace woke up the next morning, sprawled on the floor of his painting room.
He rolled, and groaned when his body pressed hard against the paint brush.
Taking a second for the pain to pass, he rose to his feet.
His body staggered when it was fully erect. Looking around, the room began to spin for a few seconds.
After a while it stopped, and he took a step forward.
He didn't bother to check the progress of his painting.
Turning the keys of the door, he opened it, and walked out the room.
He went straight to his own room, and went into the shower.
His shirt came off, and his pants followed. Throwing them through the doors of the bathroom, to the floor of his room, he grabbed the shower head, and turned it on.
Ace returned to his room, feeling alive again. He stepped on his clothes on the ground, on his way to his closet.
After dressing up, he began to search for his phone.