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 ULTIMATUM
Ace paused his pacing long enough to down a glass of whiskey. Tossing the glass back on the table, he resumed walking from one end of his home office to the other.
His head was in chaos. His thoughts ran at a mileage his brain couldn't keep up with.
The very first time he met Fay, he made up his mind she wasn't going to be any trouble.
It didn't matter that she looked like a girl straight from a fairytale movie. He had met real women who could burn a hole through your chest just by the scintillating touch of their red painted artificial nails on your skin.
In order words, women who were considered goddesses.
He brushed her beauty aside and focused on her character. She cried a lot, and loved to talk. An irritation that would turn her from a fairy to a frog in his eyes. So he chose her.
If he knew about her scent, he wouldn't have proceeded.
It was like God in the process of creating her, poured a permanent fragrance into the sand used.