Pretend Married (A Billionaire Love Story) (9 page)

A
ll the way
home in the limo Julia chattered on and on about her ring, the celebrities she’d met and a slew of other superficial things. It was like she was on a “money high”. She had accompanied me to many social functions and fundraisers in the past but I guess going as my future wife, rather than as my employee, made a big enough difference to send her over the edge.

The marriage pretence was having a negative effect on me as well. I was beginning to have trouble differentiating between what was real with Julia and what was simply for show. The line between the two was starting to get uncomfortably smudged and blurry for me. Julia had certainly adapted to her new posh lifestyle quickly enough; maybe a little
too
quickly for my taste. But then maybe I was just being too hard on her. I grew up like this… She was experiencing these things for the first time.

We entered the house and headed for the bedroom. It was late and I was feeling pretty tired. No sooner had I slipped out of my jacket and loosened my tie, she was all over me. She seemed like she was still a little buzzed from the party. I had absolutely no idea how much she had to drink after I lost her in the crowd. I guessed it was quite a bit because she was super horny and aggressive. She pushed me down onto the bed, peeled off her new gown and threw herself on top of me. I felt her hand working my cock through my pants and I hardened immediately. Her kiss was long and forceful. She was as fucking hot and sexy as ever. Normally I would have been all over that action, but for some reason I just couldn’t really get into it. For the first time ever, I felt like I was just going through the motions with her.

“What’s the matter Edward? Is something wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not totally in the mood right now…..”

“Well you’re big beautiful dick says you are!”

She put her soft moist lips around my cock and started sucking it and tickling the head with her tongue. Even that wasn’t enough to get me in the game.

“Edward I can’t believe you don’t feel like making love to me on the night of our wonderful engagement.”

“I’m sorry Julia. I can’t help it but things just don’t feel right.”

Julia rolled off me, got out of bed and pulled on her silk robe. She tugged and tied the sash around her waist in frustration and plopped down on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. The floor lamp next to her illuminated her face in a soft glow of light; Just enough for me to see that it was completely expressionless.

“I don’t understand Edward. What are you talking about? What doesn’t feel right to you?”

“Julia I keep thinking that maybe we’re making a mistake.”

In an instant her face went from totally blank to a combination of disbelief, sorrow and rage. I wasn’t sure which emotion was going to come out of her mouth first.

“A mistake? A mistake? I can’t believe what I’m hearing!”

Looks like disbelief won……

“First of all Edward, how dare you publicly propose to me in front all those people and then suddenly change your mind once we get home! How humiliating can you get, you fucking arrogant asshole?!”

Next up? Rage! I figured she probably meant that as a rhetorical question…..

“Why are you doing this Edward?” Julia began to sob, wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her robe

And finally sorrow…..

I felt like a jerk for making her cry but I had to get it out. I had to tell Julia the truth. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head buried in my hands for a minute while I gathered my thoughts.

“Julia ever since we started this whole thing……..this whole fucking plan……it’s been all about the money. You and I…….living together like a couple……again all about the money. You’re only doing all of this to help me keep my inheritance. It’s been making me feel sick deep in the pit of my stomach. I can’t stand it. This isn’t your fault. This is mine! I’m sitting here dumping lavish gifts on you. That necklace cost more than you’ve earned in all the time you’ve worked for me… Money isn’t fucking everything! And yet… It’s our entire relationship.”

“Edward I thought that’s what you wanted…….for me to act the part of your love interest and future wife. I’m playing the role you wanted me to play! I don’t know what else you want from me.”

“That’s just it Julia. I don’t want you to
act
the part. I’m in love with you Julia. I’m not acting. Not at all. You were the first and only woman who made me feel like my money
didn’t
matter. I loved that about you. But now that we’re getting married for the fucking inheritance, it feels like you’re just like all the others: In it for the dollars rather than the desire. It’s all about the car, the clothes, the jewelry, and the house. Oh yeah, and rubbing elbows with other people who have…….. money.”

“What did you say?”

“Weren’t you listening to anything I said? I’m not gonna repeat all that shit!”

“Edward? Did you just say you LOVE me?”

“Yes. I love you Julia! Didn’t you know that? I’ve loved you for so goddamned long it hurts!”

“No Edward, I didn’t know. We had a fling, sure, but you never even talked about being boyfriend and girlfriend. I thought
you
were just putting on an act for the inheritance money…”

“Julia, this pretend relationship is fucking with my head… I desperately want to make love to you, but not as my fake fiancée. I want to fuck you the way I did before any of this shit happened…”

Julia got up from the chair in the corner and sat on my lap. Then she kissed me tenderly on the lips while she sweetly combed her fingers through my hair.

“But Edward you seem to be forgetting about the other half of your grandfather’s conditions…..something about an heir... Perhaps the inheritance is the reason we’re getting married right now, but we do have other equally important work to do………..”

Julia stood up and undid her robe, letting it drop to the floor at her feet.

“And I’m gonna tell you one thing Edward, and you better believe me when I say that I have NEVER fucked you for money and I’m sure as hell not about to start now.”

“What exactly do you mean by
that
Julia?”

“That it has ALWAYS been about my red hot desire for you. It means that when I’m alone with you I am NOT acting either. I love you too. And I know what you mean now: The best things in life really ARE free.”

Julia wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me again, and pushed me back down on the bed.

“Now Mr. Armani I don’t care if you fuck me or you make love to me – please just choose one and
do it
already!”

T
hat did it
! Edward needed no more coaxing! He instantly became the wild amorous lover I had always known and loved. I thought the man was gonna eat me alive! His hot mouth and rapid-fire hands were all over me before I could even finish what I was saying.

He swept me up in his strong manly arms and spun me around a couple of times in celebration before lowering me to the bed. Then we sunk into a deep long almost never-ending kiss. And that night we were going to have the best and craziest passionate sex ever! Oh my God we were on fire!

But first I had to get rid of Edward’s damn clothes. Why was his shirt still on anyway? I ripped that off of his fine chiseled chest and the buttons went flying around the room. Then he whipped his belt and trousers open and before I knew it those were sailing through the air. I was already naked as the day I was born so there was nothing left to do to me besides pleasuring me from top to bottom. And did he ever! He sure did know his way around this woman’s body. He was an absolute maestro! And it turned out to be the perfect combination of profoundly serious lovemaking, joyful playful sex, and raw hot fucking!

Edward thrilled me over and over with his lustful tongue and lips. He licked and nibbled and tasted and sucked on every inch of me. It was the most erotic night of my life. And yet he was equally tender and thoughtful in his touch; caressing every curve from my shoulders to my breasts, his hands sweeping around my waist and over my hips and trailing inch by slow inch down my thighs knees and calves. Oh yeah……..he knew where ALL my buttons were and exactly how to push them.

That man of mine had his face buried between my legs for so long I thought he’d never come up for air! He had me literally begging for release from his merciless tongue, which had captured my clit and flicked it into submission with the precision of a deluxe power tool. There was only one thing I wanted more and that was to feel Edward’s magnificent cock sliding into my tortured wet pussy.

“Edward my slit is aching for you baby!”

“Music to my ears Julia!”

Edward gave my hot moist tender petals a final sultry kiss before taking his cock in hand for entry into me. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me without anything between us. I came at the mere anticipation of the sensation.

“Just think Julia we might be making our child right now……..”

“Oh my god Edward I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much.”

“Will you marry me for real Julia Jones? And be my REAL wife?”

“If I say yes will you fuck me all night Edward Armani?”

“Absolutely my sweet. Nothing would give me more pleasure……”

“Yes I will marry you for real. I will be your real wife ……..now please slide your delicious dick inside me before I die of sexual frustration!”

“Your wish is my command Ms. Jones!”

I spread my legs further apart in preparation for Edward’s superb instrument. He teased my slit with it a bit before he finally sank it in up to its full length. It always felt great before, but now feeling it skin to skin was something else entirely. The heat and the friction of his massive cock was almost too much to bear.

His thrusts were slow and easy at first as he gave me time to adjust to his girth. But they became faster and deeper once he felt my walls meld comfortably into him. We were like one big rolling wave of thunder back and forth across Edward’s bed..…..our bed now. First he was on top with his hard flesh pressed against me, then it was me who was sitting high and riding him hard until he rolled me back underneath him and resumed his command; plowing me like a Midwestern farmer. Edward had an amazing amount of energy and stamina and I was the happy beneficiary of it all.

Our lovemaking and fucking went on for most of the night as promised. It was one giant orgasmic concert for two. Our own lovely private dance duet: The ultimate pas de deux.

Eventually our evening of unbridled passion came to an end. We were both on the borderline of sheer exhaustion. Our bed was in total disarray and Edward and I were soaked in sweat and sticky with cum. And satisfied. Wonderfully and completely satisfied. We fell asleep in each other’s arms with tired smiles glued to our faces. And we slept until 1:30 the next afternoon!

I
woke
up with the woman of my dreams lying next to me. For the first time in my life I felt truly happy and content. And at that moment the Armani family fortune seemed almost meaningless to me. I had everything I wanted right there beside me. My life was perfect now. Julia loved me and
wanted
to be my wife. Our marriage would be real. The pretense was over.

After last night’s marathon fuck fest one would think Julia would’ve looked at least a little disheveled. But she didn’t. Her face was actually radiant as she slept. Our evening together had been fucking unbelievable! It was unprecedented. No other sexual encounter in my life had ever come close to that.

And God bless that Nigel too. What would I do without him? He was the best butler and friend in the world. He knew me so well; And he knew better than to even attempt to wake us up, even though it was clearly very late in the day. He was very good to Julia also. Always so welcoming, making her feel so at home here. I knew he was rooting for us to end up together. He was a very wise man. I decided I would definitely give him a raise. Right now though, I was simply enjoying watching my angel snooze next to me, purring like a sweet little kitten. I hated to get out of bed and wake her but I did have some business to tend to and I was also fucking starving.

I slowly slid out from under the rumpled and twisted sheets in an effort not to wake Julia. Score! She didn’t blink or budge as I made my silent escape, tiptoeing across the bedroom floor and closing the bathroom door behind me. I emptied my very full bladder and hopped into the steaming shower. While I shampooed my hair with my eyes closed, I heard the door open and shut, the toilet flush and the glass shower door squeak. Soon after, a pair of soft hands reached around and grabbed my sudsy wet ass.

“Nigel is that you honey? I’d recognize those strong hands anywhere!”

“Edward! Oh my God! You are so bad!”

Julia slapped my bottom and kissed me on my soapy mouth as I rinsed the lather from my head.

“Julia I hope you don’t mind sweetie but I’m gonna have to pass on the shower sex this morning. You wore me out last night and I’m afraid eating breakfast is the only thing on my mind right now.”

“Wow what an ego! Who the hell offered you shower sex? I didn’t hear anybody mention any such thing. I’m just in here cleaning up like you are. But you’re in luck – breakfast also happens to be tops on my priority list too so I asked Nigel to get something started for us.”

“And that’s why I love you Julia. You always know exactly what I need and when I need it!”

We both laughed and stood there hugging each other as the hot water poured over our bodies. I never thought it possible but apparently we were both “all fucked out” at the moment. And we couldn’t wait to eat and share our exciting news with Nigel.

Julia and I entered the dining room together, both wearing big shit-eating grins on our faces and giggling. Nigel immediately knew something was up between us. The brunch he had prepared with little notice was amazing as usual and Julia made sure he knew she appreciated him and his hard work.

“Everything looks and smells so incredible Nigel. We’re both absolutely starving! Oooh biscuits and gravy! My favorite! Thank you so much! You’re such a doll.”

She gave him a warm hug and kissed him square on the lips. I pulled her chair out for her and then seated myself.

“Julia’s right. We’re so lucky to have you old man!”

Nigel stopped in the middle of pouring my coffee and looked at us like we were both nuts.

“My my, you two sure are mighty chipper this morning. Is that what twelve hours of….uh…..ahem……
sleeping
does for a person’s mood?”

“Always the wise-ass aren’t you Nigel?”

“I try. I try.”

“Seriously Nigel, I think you deserve a raise. How long has it been?”

“I just had one last year Edward.”

Julia shoved a forkful of food in her mouth before chiming in:

“But was it a twenty-five percent raise?”

Nigel looked at me in hopeful confirmation.

“Is she serious Edward?”

“Yes indeed! My fiancée is very serious! And I’m serious when I say that your service and friendship is invaluable to me Nigel.”

“I literally don’t know what to say Edward. You’ve actually rendered me speechless.”

“Well that’s certainly an incentive for me to increase your salary more often!”

“I’m nothing but grateful for my good fortune. Thank you Edward! And you too Miss Julia! I have a feeling you played no small part in Edward’s new-found generosity. By the way Miss, I see you accepted his proposal at the gala last night. That’s quite a sparkler you have there. I helped Edward pick it out you know.”

“No I didn’t know that! Well I’m not surprised. You have exquisite taste Nigel. And yes I accepted his marriage proposal. Actually I accepted both of them.”

Julia took my hand, brought it up to her lips and softly kissed my fingers. I didn’t want to spoil the moment by telling her she had quite a bit of gravy on her chin.

“Both of them Miss?”

“Yes. The phony public proposal and the real true private proposal.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying Miss Julia? Edward? That you two are really in love and you’re going to have a REAL wedding?”

“That’s right Nigel! Julia has agreed to be my real wife. She loves me and I am the luckiest man in the world!”

“No argument there! You definitely are! Well congratulations to you both!”

Nigel shook my hand. Then he bent over, kissed Julia on the cheek and wiped her chin with a napkin.