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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.

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A Green-eyed Girl

JAMES

Confusion is an understatement of how I felt. I was married? To Jenna? And she was pregnant. How in the fuck did that happen? Okay, I know how babies are made; I am not an idiot. But how have I been absent for two years of my life?

The harder I try to remember what happened, the more my head hurts. Against the doctor's advice, my father and Jenna came to take me home, where I would be more comfortable, according to them. And who would dare argue with Lord Barrington? He owns the damn hospital and probably the staff as well.

“Babe, you really shouldn’t try so hard to remember. The doctor said your amnesia is most likely temporarily.” Jenna cooed over me in Dad’s limo.

My father sat next to the driver, silent as stone. I have a suspicion he is pissed as hell at me for some reason. Fine, he probably has a valid one. It won't be the first and certainly won’t be the last time I’ve fallen out of favor with him. Story of my life. ‘