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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.

angel_freeborn · Urbano
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263 Chs

THERAPY

"Fay! You're here again. Please come in, and take a seat." Doctor Vera's face lit up on seeing Fay.

She gestured to the seat across from her, and Fay nervously sat down.

Placing her shaky fingers on her laps, she adjusted on the chair.

"How are you doing this morning?" Doctor Vera asked with a smile on her face.

"A little nervous," she replied truthfully.

"I can tell, but why? I thought after a month of coming here, you'd be more free with me. Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"Oh no, it's not you," she shook her head. "It's me. I still haven't wrapped my head around the fact I'm actually doing this," she explained.

"Because you pushed aside the need to for a very long time?"

"Yeah, that. And something happened this morning that has me questioning my progress."

"Really?" The doctor picked up her notepad, and a pen. "Tell me what happened," she urged.