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 journalists scampered all over for safety, some falling to the ground, and quickly getting up, just to flee.

Landon looked into his best friend's eyes as he sped forward, and knew there was no stopping him.

His butt clenched into the seat, as he held his breath, and shut his eyes.

Ace eyes were stuck on the road, closer, and closer, he inched towards the hospital gate.

He felt the fears of the people around, as they screamed and jumped to safety. He was going to be making the evening, next morning, and in fact, the headlines for the rest of the month, but he could care less.

As he approached the gate, he could hear an announcement being made, for everyone around to vacate the premises of the hospital area, especially the parking lot.

His lip curved into a humorless smile, as he turned the steering to the right, and drove through the gate.

COLD CONFRONTATION