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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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128 Chs

Fighting the Past

JAMES

Jenna sent me a text message which I read hours after we got home. She wanted to see me, to talk. Yeah, like hell she wanted to talk. I couldn’t sleep and went prowling around the house and that’s when I heard Destiny moaning in her sleep. Was I tempted to go to her? Fuck, yes. I wanted to go into her room and make her moan out my name like I heard her while I took her little virgin pussy. But of course, I didn’t. Instead, I went to work off steam at my gym, pumping iron until I almost fainted from exhaustion.

Seeing her this morning was too much for me to take. I needed to get out of the house. Standing so close to me, her sweet intoxicating scent filling my nostrils I almost gave up my resolve to never again kiss her. My Hayabusa ate up the road as I took the turns and curves almost touching the tar with my knee. Speed have always been my escape, trying to outrun my demons.