My substitute husband is a billionaire

Walk of shame

Julia's POV

I hitched my breath when we arrived at George's penthouse. Only one word could describe it, magnificent!

It was like walking into a dream. The place was dripping with luxury from the marble floors to the sparkling chandeliers. There were priceless art pieces around. It is a scene straight from a Hollywood movie.

"I didn't know you collect art, Mr Whyte." My eyes spun around as I admired the grand luxury and exquisite finesse of the house.

"There are so many things you don't know about me, Julia." I stifled when he muttered from behind my ear.

His deep rich musical tone had a tingly sensation to it. This man was perfect all round.

"Welcome, you must be the guest Mr. Whyte has said a lot about." A man draped in fine pristine suits said as he ushered me in.

"I hope they are good things." I tucked some strands of hair behind my ear.

"Definitely! I'm Sterling and I'm the head butler." He extended his hand to me, offering me a warm smile.

He looked like he would be in his mid-forties. He was tall with a bald head yet he exuded sophistication.

"I am Julia." I offered him a small smile and shook his hand.

"The movers already dropped your luggage and I have them shipped to your room if you will follow me." He slightly bowed before leading me on.

"I will check up on you later, Julia, feel at home." George squeezed my shoulders before excusing himself.

I felt slightly disappointed that he was not giving me a tour of his house himself but I understood that he was a busy man.

The air was filled with the scents of fresh flowers and I followed Sterling as he led me through the hallways.

"This penthouse can boast of five spacious bedrooms and seven luxurious bathrooms and you will be staying in the room opposite the master's bedroom." He said as we stopped before a door.

He opened the door to reveal a stunning room with white walls that made the space feel bright and airy. The high ceilings give a sense of grandeur, while the latest technology seamlessly integrated throughout adds a modern touch. Soft, feminine vibes fill the room, with delicate pastel accents and elegant decor creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

I gasped, placing my hand on my chest. "I love it. I can see myself living here." I bit my lips as I stared around.

Sterling chuckled, holding the door. "I'm glad you do. I will leave you to freshen up and bring your meal later, is that okay by you?"

"Thank you, Sterling." I bobbed my head when he shut the door after him.

I settled on the warm plush bed, lying down flat while rubbing my hand and legs on it to feel the softness.

My mind wandered back to earlier this morning. Although I feel physically safe but it doesn't not help that my heart feels stabbed by someone I loved dearly. Monica stabbed me in the heart and I just kept asking myself why.

Why she lied to me all this while, how she could betray me by sleeping with Theodore on my matrimonial bed whilst playing emotional support to me simultaneously?

The sheer idiocy in me that I thought somehow that when she showed up this morning, she would fall to her knees to beg me instead, she tried to kill me. It was all too much for my fragile heart.

Social media wasn't making things any better either. Clips of Theodore banging the other lady at their wedding surfaced on all the big blogs on the internet.

There were comments about Theodore being a public dog and a walking STD while another praised him for having a six inches c**k.

Another said Monica should have canceled the wedding at that spot instead of letting things slide while another called her out for marrying her best friend's ex-husband, saying she was as fake as the Botox she got.

Another called me a witch who came to seek vengeance while another said I looked so good with George and we were giving couple goals. The hashtag Julorge24 was trending as people shipped us.

The bottom line was that the comments were horrible and only George escaped because people kept praising him for being the hottest man present.

I shut my eyes tightly while tears trailed down my cheeks. So many what-ifs swirling around my head. I had no idea how long I stayed that way but when I opened my eyes many hours later, George was sitting across me on the sofa, watching me.

"What the f**k!" I jumped up, startled while pulling the duvet to my chest.

"I thought to check up on you because Sterling said you were no show all day." His deep rich baritone reverberated.

"How long was I out?" I yawned, rubbing my face while feeling numb.

He stood up, walked towards me, and then placed the back of his hand on my neck. "Your temperature is normal."

"I am just stressed," I answered as his gaze burned into mine. "I'm emotionally distressed and heartbroken. Maybe, partially depressed." I answered truthfully.

He stretched his hand towards me. "Then let me help you unwind."

I eyed him warily. "What do you have in mind?"

"I think it is better I show you." He took my hand, gently pulling me from the bed and out of the room.

"This better be good, Mr. Whyte because I don't think anything can cheer me at the moment." My eyes fell on the sky, it was dark already. I had no idea how time went by so fast.

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"Wow!" I gasped, staring at the rooftop pool George brought me to. It was like a magical oasis while the pool shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting the stars above and creating a serene enchanting atmosphere.

Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye was playing around the pool. It was dimly lit with candles. It was perfect and I felt my mood getting elevated almost immediately while the thought of the backstabbing Monica and Theo vanished into thin air.

I think what blew my mind was the fact that the pool gave a panoramic view of the busy city of NYC. It was incredibly beautiful. The cars and people looked like ants and toy cars from above. I felt myself relaxing slowly.

George was right! He sure knew the way to tug at the heartstrings of a sad woman.

He was already in the cool water, resting by the glass side and taking a sip of his wine.

"What are you waiting for, Julia? C'mon, the water is soothing to the soul." He beckoned on me with his index finger.

"Uhm! I'm afraid I can't swim, Mr Whyte." I chuckled and sat by the edge of the pool.

"No way, I can teach you, just join me." George swam towards me. His fingers touched my toes that were buried deep into the pool and I felt a spark of electricity course through my skin.

I bit my lips and tried to act unaffected by the sight of his beautiful broad chest and shoulders. His rippling chiseled six packs were in full display. One could tell that he works out. He has a great body as opposed to me who was a little insecure.

Theodore had told me five weeks back that I looked like a dolphin and I should try to cut down to a size small like Monica.

I was never really on the big size. I fall somewhere between being thick. I was neither slim nor fat and having to strip before George made me feel self-conscious.

"I am hungry, I think I will go get dinner instead." I tucked some strands of hair behind my ear, getting ready to leave.

"Not to worry, Miss Julia, Mr. Whyte told me to bring your dinner here because you must be starving." The butler came in holding a tray filled with seafood pasta, some fruit salad, and drinks.

Begrudgingly, I accepted after thanking Sterling. George guided me into the pool after stripping to my underwear. The water felt cool true to George's words. He taught the basic steps while still holding my waist nonstop till I could pull a few moves myself.

I relaxed next to him, taking a bite from my watermelon. "So, how did you get invited to Theodore's wedding? He seemed to have hated your guts."

George stiffened next to me. "We used to have old scores to settle. We are frenemy." George dipped into the pool and swam up, he ran his hand over his chocolate hair and he looked damn sexy. His skin was glistening like a thousand diamonds embedded in it.

It seemed like the water charged up all of a sudden. Memories of how he had easily flipped me around while banging me struck me. Goosebumps arose in my skin yet I tried to keep things cool.

The sounds of our bodies clapping as I screamed harder. The way he teased my clit with his fingers and pulled my hair during doggy. The over-lapping pleasure made me crave him even more.

I wanted him again. I wanted to relive that memory.

"I like it when you call me George, you should try it more often, Julia." His traitorous gaze dropped to my boobs before his eyes finally met mine.

I could swear that the s****l tension was getting intensifying by the minute. "How did you know where to find me that night?"

"George," I added, tasting the name as it rolled out my lips. It felt natural.

George shrugged his shoulders. "It was a coincidence but I'm glad I found you."

He leaned closer, tucking some strands of hair behind my ear while I held my breath at how close he was. My heart was pounding ferociously due to the proximity.

His brown orbs met my gaze and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel the itch in between my legs growing by the second and my n*****s were poking out, harder than usual at my arousal and the temptation.

I was so sure George was going to kiss me and I wanted it to happen already so I thought to take charge instead. I licked my lips and angled my face towards his only for him to pull back abruptly.

"What are you doing?" He frowned.

"Uhm!" I bit my lips and tried to swim away but he pinned me by gripping my arm.

"I meant I picked you because you are a smart girl who should know better about sticking to contracts."

His grip on my hand tightened. "We are practically strangers getting to know each other."

"You don't want to fall for me, Julia, or you might get your heart shattered, Dolcezza." He warned sternly while I swallowed.

"I'm sorry." My cheeks burned as a cold wave of dread washed over me. "It won't happen again." I deadpanned before taking my walk of shame out of the pool.

Never have I ever felt so damn foolish and I regretted making the move.