My substitute husband is a billionaire

The wedding crashers

Julia's POV

Walking arms entwined with George as we graciously exited the s**t hole of a wedding left the biggest smirk printed on my face. I left there feeling like a wedding crasher. The horror on Monica's face was worth it.

The wedding guests were in for the biggest shocker of their lives. The hundred curious eyes watching us made me straighten my spine, shoulders up, and face poised like I was an A-list celebrity on a red carpet. I basked in the attention of ruining their wedding.

Hundred of dozens of lips wagging and brows raised in query and the sound of their whispers all at once thrilled me even more.

"Wait a minute, isn't that Theodore's ex-wife? What is she doing here?"

"Omg! How jealous can a person be to ruin her friend's wedding?"

"How does she always end up with the hottest guys? That's George freaking A. Whyte."

"I would take a night with him over ten thousand dollars. He is hot."

The hushed whispers went on and on, people airing their different opinions while we remained nonchalant.

George was radiating so much s****l energy and the ladies were going crazy which I sort of understood. I mean, I wasn't entirely immune to his charms.

How could I not turn into a puddle at the sight of the strikingly handsome man who was over six feet tall? His skin seemed to radiate even more when the sunlight cascaded on him. He had a gorgeous shade of brown hair and captivating brown orbs that reminded me of freshly brewed coffee.

And the poise at which he carries himself? He knew his self-worth and he always commanded attention anywhere he goes. He looked like a model that just left a freaking shoot. The size of his d**k still haunted me and I felt my thighs twitch a little as I went down memory lane. Thick, long with veins and a pink cap that attracted any lips to come have a taste. He was a freaking work of art, a Greek god and I was damn proud to flaunt him off before Theodore who paled in comparison, and Monica who lacked contentment and always craved whatever I had.

It was the height of hypocrisy for me. All along, she pretended to hate him and judged him while secretly banging him behind my back. She even called him a community prick. And as for Theo, he has never been trustworthy. He could never keep things in his pants. The fact that he was cheating on Monica made her an even bigger fool.

Her mascara was smeared around her face and Theo looked like he was losing his s**t. It was the highlight for me and it made me realize just how valuable George was to me. A marriage contract with him for a year couldn't be a bad idea. Not when we both needed each other.

Nothing prepared me for the blinding flashing of lights that came afterward as the paparazzi rushed after us, trying to interview me and pushing the microphone toward me. George's bodyguards rushed forward to shield us and they paved the way for us to get into the car not until after then did I finally let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding.

The ride was a comfortable one as George kept receiving a series of calls, he also told his lawyer to come meet us with the drafted contract at my place because I had finally caved in.

"So, how did I do?" George raised a curious brow and my lips curved into a smile when his chauffeur parked right outside my house.

"Well, enough to get into a contract with you right away." I led him into my apartment.

It wasn't anything too fancy. I had rented out most of the estate and reserved the mini apartment for myself. I have always been a simple person but when Theodore moved in and started bringing all sorts of harlots, he made the house unbearable for me.

I always suspected he was cheating. The constant lipstick stains on his shirt were enough to spark my curiosity and whenever I queried him, he would say old Mrs. Hore at his workplace bumped into him.

Clever sneaky bastard!

He simply removed the 'W'and lied to me constantly and repeatedly, gaslighting and manipulating me into thinking I was boring and not social enough and I was the reason our s*x life sucked.

He had a thirty-second libido span and the moment he comes, he turns to the other side, leaving me wanting and needy. Shortly afterwards did I begin to invest in toys because I was trying to be loyal to my partner.

"How did you manage to stay cooped up with Theodore in this tiny but cute apartment?" George wandered the perimeters of my living room.

He discarded his jacket, revealing his pristine shirt and the ripple of his biceps filled my sight. The strong column of his throat and his powerful body filled my vision.

"Hey, watch your mouth, I think my three-bedroom apartment is just perfect enough for two. I just housed the wrong idiot." My nostrils flared angrily as I thought of how stupid I had been because of love.

The red flags were right before me, yet I had pretended to be color blind by painting my nails and lips an orangish red to match, Adapting to nonsense!

"I didn't say it was imperfect, you have a nice place by the way." He settled on the couch right next to me.

"Thank you, Mr. Whyte." I tucked some strands of hair behind my ear, feeling a little uncomfortable with his proximity.

His expensive sandalwood scent wafted into my nostrils, helping me commit his scent to memory. He smelled like a billion bucks.

"I'm sorry I'm late." An old scrawny man bowed his head a little as he entered. "Mr. Whyte, Miss Julia, I have the contract here."

I hurriedly stood up simultaneously with George only to collide into his hard chest. My orbs stared deeply into his brown eyes as they pulled me in. That was when I noticed how long his lashes were and how smooth his face was. His big hand gripped my waist, trying to steady my balance.

"Are you okay, Julia?" He c****d his head to the side while I nodded frantically.

"Yeah, why not?" I chuckled awkwardly and tried to move to the other side only for him to be in my way again.

"Never mind, I will just come over there." The lawyer mused as he handed me the big brown envelope.

I read the contract thoroughly, again and again, while the lawyer and George waited for me. I wanted to ensure I knew what I was signing so I wouldn't wind up in jail the next morning.

"It is okay, Julia, take your time," George assured but his lawyer kept tapping his wrinkled fingers on the table, every now and then and checking on his watch.

"The contract states that you would be exclusively married to Mr. Whyte for a year and both parties are not allowed to have romantic relationships with others. You must be the typical picture-perfect couple to the world."

"As it should be." I flipped through the pages carefully while trying to avoid George's gaze. "Does that mean you would be celibate for a year? Mr. Whyte?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" His deep rich musical tone interjected.

I scoffed and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't really care."

"What about your needs as a woman? I have seen you at the peak of your desires and you are a wild one so how do you intend to be tamed?"

"I can take good care of myself, trust me." I flicked the pen on and off while scrolling through the pages.

"You can't cheat," George growled, a frown marring his face.

"I have got toys, lots of them, courtesy of my incapable ex-husband." I countered, folding my arms to my chest while George and I engaged in a stare-down.

The lawyer coughed, clearing his throat. "In that case, you won't have a problem with the clause that says you can't fall in love with each other." His gaze shifted between us while he broke the tension.

I scoffed. "As if I would."

"You sound so confident for a woman that kept screaming harder some night back." George teased. His breath slowly fanned my neck and goosebumps arose as I thought of how well he pounded me.

"What happens in the past stays in the past." My sensual lips pursed.

An arrogant smirk played on his lips. "I don't think your body agrees with your words." His eyes raked my body as he noticed the twitch in my thighs and the ways my eyes tried to avoid his.

"Time will tell, Julia."

As much as I hated to admit it. I loved how my name rolled off his lips sexily.

Usually, I'm not one to simp over a man but ever since we got carnal experience about our bodies and how much a good time the s*x was, it has haunted me ever still.

"The contract says you would receive a sum of fifty thousand dollars every month and you would get a brand new Audi, the latest model."

While that part made my ear perk up nothing prepared me for the next clause. "I would have to move into your penthouse?" My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Until the contract expires, how would people believe us if you don't move in with me?" He queried, eyes laser sharp.

"What about my apartment?" I cried out. "It might not be as magnificent as your penthouse but it is my sanctuary, Mr. Whyte."

"You could rent it out too. You are also expected to accompany Mr. Whyte to any function that deems necessary." The lawyer started tapping his feet like he had somewhere else to be.

"Listen, Julia." George leaned forward. "You had a pretty traumatic experience in this house, you caught Monica with Theodore on your matrimonial bed."

"Staying in this house would bring bad memories anytime you are alone." His gaze softened. "You need a break and a reset button and moving in with me will grant you just that."

"It's a one-in-a-million opportunity, Julia, don't let this pass you by." The lawyer interjected.

They both stared at me, waiting for a response while I racked my head.

As much as I hate George for being right, this apartment has brought me enough sadness to last a lifetime. Besides, what bad could a new environment, a new car, and a new life do?

With a deeply heaved sigh, I appended my signature in the right column while George offered me a big smile.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" George rubbed his hands together, excitedly."We should toast to a new contract."

The lawyer dug his hand into his bag and brought out a bottle of red wine. It looked expensive.

"Were you carrying that along all this while?" I chuckled as I raised a brow.

"Mr George requested it came with the contract." He popped the champagne while I stood up to grab some wine glasses.

“Is there anything you would like to add?” The lawyer queried us both after filling our glasses.

“You should work on calling me George, Julia.” He extended a check to me. It was my first salary.

“Okay, George,” I said like I was trying out his name on my tongue.

“You can have the afternoon to yourself, deposit the money at the bank, go shopping, or do whatever ladies do.”

“I will have the movers sent over first thing tomorrow morning to move your things to the penthouse.” He grabbed his jacket and fastened the buttons back.

“See you tomorrow, Julia.” He said in a business-savvy tone before walking out the door with the lawyer.

I let out a loud shriek at my first salary before jumping on the couch and basking on how the day went well for me.