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

"You're finally here, Ace!". Landon broke the awkward silence.

He paused when his eyes moved from his best friend to the blonde beauty beside him. If it wasn't for her scrubs, he would have thought she was straight out of a movie.

"I am," he said dryly, observing his friend, as he observed the woman beside him.

He knew that look in his eyes. Had seen it countless times. He could wager that when they're alone, he would bring up the fact he had fallen in love.

Give him one week tops, and he was back to default setting.

"You said you were going to buy?" Ace interrupted before he could finish speaking.

He blinked, his face contorting into confusion. "But—"

"When you said you wanted ice cream, I thought you meant just for yourself. I didn't know you were going to go crazy." His eyes trailed on the various bowls on the bed.

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