My substitute husband is a billionaire

Do we have a deal?

Julia's P.O.V

My drowsy eyes darted from left to right in search of my friend, the music was drowned out by the loud beating of my heart in my chest. I wanted to take a second look at her shoes to convince myself that I'd been seeing things. By the time I returned to the counter to ask the bartender.

"Have you seen Monica?!", I raised my voice.

He shook his head while wiping a glass clean. A bottle of beer caught my attention and I ordered it before returning to the dance floor so Monica could find me where she'd left me off. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea of her sleeping with my husband, so I just gulped down half the contents of the beer.

Someone came up behind me to dance, grabbing my hips. I spun around expectantly hoping it was her, but it wasn't. My face twisted up in disgust at the sight of an unknown man with his belt buckle undone trying to get a quickie in the middle of the dance floor.

"Hey there pretty lady", he grinned. "Let's dance".

I stuttered backward only to catch a glimpse of the man in a tux from before still staring at me. For some reason, I felt the urge to question his gaze. Did he think it wasn't rude to stare just because he was handsome? I wanted to give him a piece of my mind.

My legs moved before my brain could stop them and I made my way through the dance floor until reaching the spiral stairway. I gripped the railings as my head spun, making my way up to the next floor.

At this time, he was seated on a comfy couch with a glass in his hand.

I stomped my way toward him when a bouncer came up to block my way.

"Let her through", the man seated behind called out and I sighted the grin on his lips.

The bouncer shifted and I moved to stand directly beside the dark-haired man, bottle in hand.

"Yes?", he arched a brow, "What would you like to say?".

The sound of music upstairs wasn't as unbearable as it was downstairs, so I didn't need to yell in order to be heard. "You!", I pointed my half-empty bottle at him, spilling some of its contents on the floor. "Do you think you can just...stare at me like that?", I hiccuped with furrowed brows.

"Ohh?", he looked at the floor where part of my drink had spilled and his bouncer moved to unarm the bottle from my drunken grasp. "I couldn't resist the urge to".

I raised a leg to sit on his lap, my drunken gaze fixed on his eyes.

"Ugh!!", I yelped. "You flirt like my husband".

"Husband?", he raised a brow.

"Ex-husband", I pouted wanting to vent all of a sudden. "He was with another woman today, so we're divorcing".

"Ohh? I see".

"But...", I stared at his face, raising my palm to hold his cheek. "You're way more handsome than him".

He smiled, using his free hand to trace light patterns up my thighs and under my dress. "Am I?". He whispered in my ear.

My lips parted in silence as I watched the way his fingers traced over my body. His hands traveled further up until they were cupping my breasts. I shivered as he pressed them tighter against his body causing my n*****s to harden in response.

The door opened behind us and the second man serving as his bodyguard moved to whisper into his ear. He gripped my waist to slowly lift me off him before he got up.

The bouncer led the way and he gripped my hand firmly while the second guard followed behind us.

"Where are we going? Who are you?", I squirmed when we went through a private part of the bar where a fewer number of people were.

"We're leaving", he said shortly as I glanced at how fancy the private club seemed with the female bartender bowing her head respectfully. "As for who I am", he turned to me outside the next door which was the back exit of the building. "I'm George, the owner". He pulled me into a room without his bouncers, pinning me against the wall.

"I'm Julia". I stared at his tender-looking lips for a bit before licking mine hungrily. "Now shut up and kiss me", I ordered and he pulled me against his chest as if waiting for those words.

His lips took mine in a breath as he let one hand trail from my jawline to cup my neck. He pulled me closer to deepen our kiss, I could feel his erection pressing against my belly, and damn—it made my insides burn for him.

I moaned into his mouth when his tongue parted mine. The kiss was rough, wet, and everything I ever dreamed of. Our tongues danced together as I ran my fingers along his soft hair while his hands explored my body, tracing over my curves.

He groaned between the kisses when his fingers finally found their way between my legs, pressing against my core. Both my legs buckled when he skillfully pushed past my underwear to find me soaking wet.

"f**k, that's hot", he mumbled between the kiss, shifting his face to my neck. He sucked on my skin, sending shivers down my spine as his teeth nipped at my tender flesh.

I threw my hands around his neck when he pushed two fingers inside me, pumping them roughly as he kissed my collarbones.

"Nghh~", I whimpered in pleasure knowing even my husband couldn't satisfy me the way this man was moving his fingers inside me. The way he was grinding his body against mine while finger f*****g me was ecstatic, so much that words left my lips. "I need you inside me...".

George pulled back, his lust-filled eyes gazing into mine. We were both breathless, but neither of us spoke. I jumped against him and he lifted me by my thighs, carrying me towards the bed at one side of the room.

He dropped me carefully, squatting to help slide my thongs off. I stared at him with a red face, embarrassed but excited nevertheless for what was about to happen. He flung my underwear aside before getting up.

My eyes were a few inches away from the bulge in his pants. Within a moment, I understood what I was meant to do. Both my hands reached out instinctively to undo his belt as he took his shirt off.

The sight of his chiseled torso left bare made my eyes widen. I watched his muscles flex as his chest rose and fell, but my gaze was quickly stolen when the full mass of his erection hit my face. I stared at it for a few seconds, before meeting his eyes again. His expression was almost amused with a mischievous grin.

"You like what you see". His tone was a low, raspy tease.

I nodded in embarrassment, struggling to undo the zipper at my back. It was merely halfway down when he pushed me to lie on my back, climbing onto the bed to hover above me. He stared at my n*****s hungrily before taking both of them in his hands.

"Nghh~", the sound escaped my lips when his lips closed on one swollen n****e and my back arched at the feel of his tongue, sucking and nibbling. He continued to knead my breasts, moving his lips to the second as his hardened c**k pressed against my thigh.

Helplessly gripped his broad shoulders for support as he slowly kissed up to my neck.

"Help me put it in", he whispered against my skin and I outstretched a hand to search for his mass. My small hands curled around his erect c**k and he moved his body upward, pressing his tip against my core.

I gasped when he pushed his full length inside my wetness, gaining a muffled whimper from my lips as my back arched in unison. He'd gone in all at once, then pulled back halfway to grind his hips slowly as if beckoning my insides to adjust to his mass.

His hips began to move slowly at first and my fingers gripped the sheet for support, but gradually, his slow thrusts grew faster until the sounds of our clapping bodies echoed throughout the bedroom.

'Ohh fuck..', my fingers gripped the sheets as uncontrollable sounds left my lips. The feeling of this man inside me was heavenly, so much so that I was willing to let him take the lead.

"Julia", he groaned with a raspy tone, leaning down further till my knees touched my shoulders as he continued to pound inside me. "Say my name".

"G-George".

"Again!", he roared, doubling the speed of his thrusts.

"George!", I screamed when his pace had morphed into a patterned deep thrust, as if counting the seconds inside me whilst hitting my G-spot on every dive. My back arched off the bed as we continued our rhythm, my fingers trailing down to his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

I could feel my walls clench and spread with every dive and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't come yet", he mumbled, pulling back to stare at my face.

My eyes widened when he pulled out completely to flip me over atop the bed. He lifted my hips till I was kneeling then came up behind me with an ass spank.

Before I could speak, he was back inside, pounding and riding as our body clapped in unison.

As my supple breasts continued to bounce in rhythm with his c**k, I gasped at the feel of his erection growing harder inside me, gripping the sheets for dear life.

My legs were shaking uncontrollably at this point and I could barely keep my body up.

"Not yet", he grunted when I tugged the sheets beneath me, his grip on my waist was all that kept me from collapsing into the bed. "Beg for it".

"Please", I pleaded for mercy, this was already the best s*x of my life. "Please...", I repeated as he started pounding into me harder, the pressure increasing until orgasm hit me.

He pulled out as if on cue and poured the sticky warm release on my back, allowing me to collapse into the bed.

His heavy breathing sounded in my ear as he lay on top of me before turning to face the ceiling.

"Fuck...that felt good...". He muttered after a few minutes of silence.

I felt a hand run through my hair and smiled contentedly as I turned my head to look at him. He lay there staring straight ahead with a smile playing on his lips before sleep took over.

***

I groaned in my sleep when my eyes slowly came open. Beside me was the man from last night and just the memory of what we did made my heart race.

George's steady breathing beside me was proof that he was still asleep so I stealthily got up to take a shower. When I returned from the bathroom, his voice startled me.

"Julia Ellie Waltson", his tone was serious and uncharacteristically formal.

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to him. "How do you know my full name?", my voice had turned defensive on impulse, my fingers clenching the towel against my chest.

He propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on me. "I asked my bodyguard to do some digging before I decided to share your bed, but never mind that". He carefully got up to stretch his muscles.

The Waltson family was one of the big names in the country, the heirs of one of the largest conglomerate with billions of dollars worth of business partners and assets.

I took a breath to calm down, not wanting to sound worried. "So what do you want from me? I'm not easy to kidnap".

"A contract of interest", he grinned in amusement, walking up to stand directly in front of me whilst naked. "I'll help you get your revenge and you'll help me claim an inheritance". He cupped my chin.

"So a marriage contract?", I met his gaze somewhat amused by his boldness.

He nodded which brought my final question.

"Just who do you think you are? Do you think you'd be able to help me even knowing my family background?". I pulled away in anger.

"George A. Whyte".

My mouth fell open at those words—that name.