angel_freeborn

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"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

Fay was awoken by the sound of her buzzing phone.

With a groan of protest, she rolled to the other side of the bed, and stretched out her hand to the bedside table to stop whatever was making the phone buzz.

Her fingers slipped, and she ended up answering the call.

She was going to pretend not to hear whoever was at the other end of the line, and just end the call anyway, when the loud, annoyed voice of Seth Luxe, sent her flying into a sitting position.

"Good morning grandpa," she said, wiping the remaining sleepiness off her eyes.

"Fay, there's absolutely nothing good about this morning. I did as you asked, and went to the beach house. But I couldn't rest because I don't know what is happening with you. Where are you, Fay?"

She bit her lips, as she cracked her brain in search of a quality excuse.

"Grandpa, I told you I just needed to get away a little bit with Dream," she replied.

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