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 doors to 'Spade' slid open, ushering Ace in. As he stepped into the lobby of his company, everyone around briefly stopped what they were doing.

His empty hand went into his pocket, as he strode towards his personal elevator.

"Good morning sir," echoed round the room, with everyone stretching out their necks to take a proper look at him.

The women, both old and young, fawned, and so did some of the guys too.

He didn't acknowledge anyone, rather, kept a straight face as he entered into his elevator.

"He's so hot!" He heard, just as the doors closed. His lip curved into a cocky smirk, as the elevator journeyed to the top floor.

It stopped, and he got out of it to find his assistant, Grant, waiting for him.

"Good morning Sir," he said, stretching out his hands to collect the briefcase from his boss.

"Why didn't you meet me downstairs?" He asked, letting the briefcase fall to the ground.

BRUTAL DISMISSAL