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

The total silence was like a bone in her throat, choking her, resisting airflow. She could neither turn her head to the side, or raise it up. It stayed buried on her lap, as she counted the minutes before this tortuous journey ended.

When the car pulled into a gate, she released the breath she's been holding, and wiggled her already stiff toes.

It came to a stop, and she slowly undid her seatbelt.

"Thank you for the ri—" she way saying, when she realized she was all alone in the car

'How had he just—?" She shook her head, and opened the door. To her relief, it opened.

As she stepped down, she saw him opening the back seat of the car. She moved her mouth to thank him again, but he shut the car door, and walked past her.

He was so passive aggressive, it scared her. He wouldn't say what was wrong, or what she could do to earn his forgiveness.

IMPULSIVE IDEA