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

"What is this?" He finally asked, folding his hand in front of his body.

Chef Alice didn't like his tone, or his demeanor. For someone whose wife just gave the juiciest surprise, his reaction seemed rather dry.

She kept mum, and it was left to Fay to explain. Her hand twisted around the hem of her gown, as she thought of what to say. There was no welcoming embrace in his glare. He looked rather displeased.

"You've not eaten yet. Thought we could eat together, if you don't mind," she said, her heart pounding against her chest.

There was no shift in his expression. It remained cold, and distant. But his eyes raked through her body; starting from her hair that cascaded down to her waist, and ended on the exact spot the big shirt did.

Her thighs, surprisingly toned and spotless, had his mind briefly occupied.

PLAYING WITH FIRE