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

Ace drove into his private parking lot with just two minutes to spare.

He hurriedly stepped out of the car, and found Grant already waiting for him.

"Good afternoon sir," he saluted, stepping beside him.

"That's exactly the problem. Who the hell fixes an important meeting in the afternoon?" He hissed, throwing his briefcase at him.

The Stuart man stumbled back, but successfully caught the briefcase. "You di—" his voice trailed when Ace sent him a cold stare behind his shoulders.

Shutting his mouth, he followed a few paces behind Ace, as they walked into the lobby of SPADES.

The crowded lobby suddenly spaced out, as everyone scrambled back to their positions, at the mere whiff of his presence.

These words echoed around him, as he made his way to his personal elevator. He nudged his head in response to their greetings.

CIVILIZED RIOT