angel_freeborn

[SLOW BURN] {HEAVY SMUT FROM CHAPTER 100}

"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.

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THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

"Ace Atticus, funny running into you here," the booming voice of the man beside Reign said.

Fay, caught between fear from the intimidating presence of the intruders, and envy at how free Reign was with Ace, hid behind the menu, as a form of protection.

"Did you really?" He raised a brow, his face squeezed in a frown.

Xander King, the man popularly known as just Mr King, grinned. "Won't you ask us to sit? Where is the hospitable spirit the Atticus are known for? You know your grandmother would be livid if she heard of this," he said in a singsong voice.

"You're interrupting dinner with my wife. Why would I be cordial with you?" He asked, arrogantly looking down at him.

Mr King chuckled as he dragged his eyes to Fay. "Her? She's a pretty little thing. A little too dainty for our taste, you'd agree?"

ROYAL TUSSLE