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.

THIRD MONTH OF WIN-WIN. PLEASE SUPPORT ME WITH YOUR VOTES, COLLECTIONS, REVIEWS, COMMENTS, AND GIFTS. THANK YOU.

THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

Ace pushed the doors of a ward, and found it empty. Dragging her inside, he shut the door with the back of his legs.

"What the hell are you doing here? Did you follow me?!" He asked, letting her go.

"It wasn't easy, my love. I had to watch you drive for over two hours like a guilty rat. Seriously, what happened to you?"

"You're crazy, Reign. You've absolutely lost your mind!"

"You've not seen crazy, Ace! I'm the crazy one? You're the one who brought me out in the middle of the night, just to leave me hanging. An eye for an eye, right?"

"I swear to God Reign you're getting on my nerves," he drew closer to her, a warning finger projected forward. "I can deal with your thoughtless and impulsiveness when it's directed at me, but you stay away from Fay!" He stood in front of her, his eyes spitting fire.

GARBAGE IN, GARBAGE OUT