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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

Something's Come Up

JAMES

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to have her. If she told me no now, I might explode.

“James…” she pulled my head up off her breasts and looked at me with those large, green eyes.

Oh, hell no.

“Destiny, if you don’t want to…” Please don’t say no, please don’t.

“James, we need protection.”

“Oh, thank God!” I smashed my lips on hers. Prying myself off her hot little body, I pulled her up with me. Like a caveman I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder and carried her to my bedroom. She giggled breathlessly.

Only once I closed the door behind us did I put her down, pushing her against the wall. I felt like a fucking teenager getting laid for the first time. But this was her first time. I had to remind myself. She looked up at me with so much expectation in those olive-green orbs, waiting for me to take the lead. Gently I touched her face, pushing her tousled hair behind her ears.