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THE BILLIONAIRE'S DESTINY. Flirting with Fate

Ever since James Barrington the third was a small child, he hated being told what to do. Yes, he was a rebel, a wild child. His mother died when he was in his teens, barely fourteen and his father… Well, suffice to say, he tried his best to tame James, make him into his image. He failed. Miserably. The more he pushed, the more James pulled. Then there was his grandfather. James’ father was his clone. To top it all off, he was the only child. The heir to the Barrington billions. Now his grandfather and father were setting an ultimatum. Give up his philandering and wild ways, get married and take over Barrington Enterprises. Or face being disinherit-ed. Even arranged for him to meet Marcy Davenport, eldest daughter of Richard Davenport, one of the richest and most influential families in Westwood. He loved his freedom he was twenty-six for heaven sakes. So, James being the rebel he was, promised himself to marry the first woman he runs into who didn’t know him from a bar of soap, just to shut the old men up. Destiny Johnson is a girl from the other side of the track. Growing up in a poor neighborhood, Destiny was used to having very little. Now she lives in a trailer park and works at a convenience store. James sets out to turn her into the perfect girl to impress his grandfather and father, the James’s as he calls them. But as he tries to change Destiny to fit his mold, she is slowly changing his universe around. With her different outlook on the world, she slowly reels James in, making him into the man he was meant to be. Call it fate or call it Karma… An accidental meeting changed both their lives in an instant.

Charmeleon · Urbano
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“What did he mean by breaking me in?” I didn’t like the way they looked at me and certainly was not impressed that he thought I was like a horse to be broken in.

The music and lights pulsed around us as we joined the couples on the dance floor.

“Forget them. We’re here to enjoy ourselves.” The smile he gave me didn’t reach his stormy eyes. He swung me around folding his arms around my waist while swaying to the beat. He was a good dancer and I remembered how he danced with Jenna at our engagement party. I didn’t like the way my heart contracted at the thought of them together.

But I couldn’t dwell on it for long because James spun me around again to face him, moving us over the floor in sync with the rhythm. Dancers made space for us, making a circle to watch us, clapping and cheering. I wasn’t used to so much attention, but James, being James, was used to it. Basked in it.