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

It was barely sunny the next morning when Fay rose from her bed. She dashed into the bathroom to take a shower, and when she returned to the room, she felt refreshed.

After picking out an outfit consisting of a short sundress, she blessed the lord for giving her the good sense to wash her panties the previous night.

"Third day in a row. God help me," she whispered, as she dragged the lacy fabric through her legs.

The gown came on next, and as she put it on, she hopped to her dresser to stare at her reflection in the mirror.

She couldn't figure out why she was excited. It wasn't just from the shopping, but a feeling she couldn't describe, consumed her. Fuelled her euphoria, as she basked in it.

She pulled out her purse, and laid out everything she needed for the day. Her black card and phone.

Before she shoved the card into her purse, she cheesed, staring at every corner of the beauty.

MORNING TEASE