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.
THE CONFRONTATION
"I'm glad you like your gifts," Ace said, wearing a smile just for her.
She lifted her head, and stared at him wordlessly for a few seconds. She knew the game. Always had, always will.
The battle between his Aunt and him. Both fighting for what was legitimately his.
Celine's presence had been to tilt her decision in favour of her. She knew this. Yet, Ace had said 'gifts.'
He had made sure to also honour her efforts, even if she was pretty certain Celine's gesture was just to appear better in her eyes.
Clearing her throat, she relaxed her facial features until it spread into a smile. "No Ace, thank you."
The note had added a special touch to the fragrance. It had been a while since a gift called to her like this one had done. Whoever he sought to create that particular fragrance, it was as if they knew her more than anyone else in her life.