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One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--New Home
Walking up the steps to Braxton’s home without him is odd. I’m looking at the house with a new perspective this time, as if there’s a chance this is where I will live--from now on. It’s hard to imagine. It’s hard to believe I could be calling this place home. Braxton makes it seem like it is as simple as me making up my mind that this is what I want, and I can have it, but I have to wonder if it’s really that simple.I am greeted by Susan, one of the servants. She is standing in the foyer, a warm smile on her face. She is old enough to be my mother, a thought that reminds me I will need to call my parents and tell them what has transpired. I wonder if Jeff has already called them….“Good morning, Ms. Julia,” Susan says, taking my hand in hers. “Welcome home!”“Thank you,’ I say, but the words catch in my throat a little as I consider what she’s saying. Home. Is this place my home? I can’t even fathom that truly being the case. Never in a million years would I have ever dreamt of a pla
Last Updated : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Call With Mom
“Yes, honey. Kyle Warren. Do you think there’s reason to be nervous? For Braxton?”“No, Mom,” I say, but I’m not sure I believe it. After all, even I know that Kyle Warren hates Braxton, that they are constantly at each other. I’m not sure what the history is between them, but I know enough to be worried about it. “I’m sure that Braxton has plenty of attorneys to help with this sort of thing. Besides, I don’t even know what Jeff could be suing over. I left of my own accord. It wasn’t as if Braxton made me leave my husband.”“Jeff seems so sweet when he calls to talk to us, honey,” my mom continues. “It’s just so hard to believe that everything you’ve said about him is true.”I’m not sure what to say to her. It’s like she’s daring me to defend my allegations about my husband. “People can be deceiving, Mom,” I say. “Believe me, he’s not sweet. Not at all. He’s been misleading you and lying to you for years. I’m sure that you’ll see his true colors come out soon enough.”“I’m sure you’re
Last Updated : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Observations
I can see Jeff Thompson’s office from my own. I wish that I couldn’t. I find myself looking up, all day long, looking over there, checking to see what he’s doing, glowering at him. It is a waste of my time, I know that, and yet, here I am, doing it again.My lawyers are due any moment now. I have hardly tasted a bite of the lunch Cindy brought to me. I end up tossing most of it in the garbage. All I can think about is Kyle Warren and how much I hate him. Thompson must have already known that before he decided to sue. He must have known the history between me and the asshole who has been trying to take everything away from me ever since we both graduated from the same university. Back then, it was a bout of jealousy that kept Warren constantly nipping at my heels. Now, clearly, that hasn’t changed, but he’s willing to get sucked into a situation that has absolutely nothing to do with him on the chance that he might get the opportunity to be a pain in my ass once more.The buzzer on my
Last Updated : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Afternoon
Around 4:00, it occurs to me that I need to start fixing dinner. I have been in the pool. Floating around without a care has been helpful to my worried disposition, but as I get out, water dripping from my suit, and grab a towel to dry off, I think it is time to get dinner ready.I sit down on a chair next to the pool as I realize I don’t have to worry about dinner. I won’t have to cook anything this evening. If I don’t want to, I’ll never have to cook anything again.Before I got married to Jeff, I was not much of a cook. My mother tried to teach me what she knew when I was in high school, but she was not a natural cook either, and I didn’t exactly take to it. I remember the first meatloaf I ever made. It was charred on top and raw in the middle and absolutely disgusting.Over the last two years, I have had to figure out how to make some of Jeff’s favorite dishes to his liking. Either that, or I would spend the night being yelled at, and that was never any fun. Jeff is a rather bland
Last Updated : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Dinner Discussion
I arrive home a little before 6:00. The temptation to stay and work late was overwhelming because I hadn’t gotten much done during the work day, but there was no way I could force myself to sit in that office when I knew that the most beautiful woman in the world was at my home.I get out of the car and rush up the stairs, leaving my briefcase behind, knowing it will be brought in for me. I need to see Julia. I need to hold her in my arms and know that she is real, that she’s still here, that she is by my side.The moment I come in the door, I catch her scent before I even turn my head and find her, crossing the foyer, looking as lovely as always, her heels tapping on the marble. She has a warm smile on her face, and her arms are spread for a welcoming embrace.I launch myself across the distance between us and wrap her up. She smells like vanilla and flowers, and the moment her arms are around me, she feels like home. I hold her tight, and she winds her arms around my neck. My lips l
Last Updated : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Evening
I’m not sure I’m ready to show Braxton the painting I was working on today. It isn’t finished yet, and it’s not like the other paintings I’ve done for him to see. He might not like it. He might even think it’s not any good, which would be a hard thing to hear. Not that I think he’d say anything to hurt my feelings on purpose, but I am good at reading people’s expressions, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to tell if he thinks it’s crap, even if he says otherwise.Beyond that, as he pulls me along out of the dining room and toward the art room, I am wishing he would’ve said something to me about the lawsuit that Jeff is filing against him. Braxton hasn’t mentioned it since he got home. He’s acting like there’s nothing wrong, and I know that’s not the case. I’m sure he just doesn’t want me to worry about it, but I am worried about it. If my mom hadn’t told me about the lawsuit, I wouldn’t know there was anything wrong at all. Braxton is keeping it from me to protect me, but he needs to t
Last Updated : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Night
I have Julia in my arms, in my bed. That in and of itself is a lot to be thankful for. But… I am not entirely thankful because I know that she is worried. She hasn’t said anything at all to me about the problems I’m having with Jeff, but I think she must know something. Her eyebrows have formed a tight V for most of the evening, except for when we were making love in the art room. And then again… in here.Making love to Julia is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever done in my life. I could kiss and caress her all day long. I could drive inside of her over and over again, using my hips and shaft to grind against her to keep her at the peak of ecstasy for hours. I wish we lived in a world where all we had to do was eat, drink, and make love.That’s not the real world, though. Not even for someone like me who has more money than I could possibly spend in one lifetime. I still have responsibilities. I still have people to think about, people who work for me, people who have invested a lot o
Last Updated : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Truth
The sound of Braxton’s alarm going off stirs me, but I am groggy as I open my eyes to see him turning his phone off to make the alarm stop and then turning to look at me. He smiles down at me, and a smile lights my face as well, but then I remember that there is a problem. I remember why I am there, but I also remember that Jeff is fighting back. My smile tightens, and I see the strain in his expression as well.“Good morning, Julia,” he says, trying to hide his true feelings.“Good morning,” I say, pushing up on my elbows so that I am almost even with him. He rolls onto his side and props himself up on his elbow, and I can tell that he has something he wants to say to me.I think he is finally going to tell me about the lawsuit. The night before, I had spent hours waiting for him to spill the information to me. But he had been trying to protect me and hadn’t said anything at all. Now, after a good night’s sleep, and maybe a few hours of contemplation as I had fallen asleep right awa
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One Weekend with the Billionaire Epilogue--Julia--Europe
I am the woman in the painting now. It’s finally happened. When I first envisioned this beautiful scene, a man and woman with their arms around one another, standing in front of an ancient landmark with the Italian sun glinting as it dips below the horizon, I didn’t know for sure that I would ever occupy this space. But here I am, my arm around Braxton, his around mine, as we gaze at the sun setting behind the gorgeous scene before us.What makes it even more amazing is that we are not alone. In front of us, our children, our daughter Braxi and our son Julian, are running around, playing chase, and having the time of their lives. I never knew true romantic love until I met Braxton, and I never knew how full my heart could be until four years ago when the twins were born.Sometimes, I think back to my life before Braxton, when my days consisted of staying at home, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, only getting out to go to the grocers. It was a meager existence, one that would’ve never
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Going Home
I’m fine. I feel fine, anyway. My hand is still wrapped in gauze, and I’m told I may need more surgery down the road. I will definitely need physical therapy, but that’s okay. Braxton says he’ll pay for the person to come to the house so I don’t have to go to a clinic for my treatments. He’s even volunteered to find a therapist who will move into the house so I can have it every day. It amazes me how different it is to have a plethora of money at one’s disposal, but I will have to get used to it because, as the wheelchair takes me to the waiting car, I know I will be with Braxton forever now.I get out of the wheelchair, which I’m only sitting in because the hospital staff insists it’s part of their dismissal policy, and Braxton helps me into the car. It’s been three days since I was rushed to the hospital, and I am anxious to get out. I am anxious to go home--back to the place where Braxton and I fell in love.Once I am in, Braxton closes the door behind me and slides in on the other
One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Standing By
“Mr. Merriweather, perhaps it would be better if you waited in the hallway,” Detective Margaret Folk says to me in a no nonsense sort of tone that tells me she is not used to having anyone disagree with her.I might be the first.But before I can even open my mouth, Shawna is speaking up on my behalf. “I see no reason why Mr. Merriweather can’t be in the room while you question Mrs. Thompson, unless of course, she would prefer for him to leave,” my lawyer says.Det. Folk arches an eyebrow, but it’s clear that Shawna is just as bold as the other woman, and when the investigator looks at Julia to see what she would like to do, Julia says, “I would like for him to say.”Shawna doesn’t gloat, but she does take a moment to introduce herself to Julia. “It’s nice to meet you,” she says, offering her hand. Julia shakes it lightly as Shawna tells her her name and says, “You have nothing to worry about.”Julia smiles at Shawna, but I can tell she’s nervous. She doesn’t want to be having this co
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Hospital
I am floating. I don’t feel as if I have a body anymore. I am only a spirit, hovering above the earth a little ways. I can’t feel a single thing--not my hands or feet or inner organs. Even my head feels lighter than air. My memory is hazy, and all I can recall is that something awful has happened. For a few moments, I try to remember if there’s a chance I am actually dead, and I feel like I am hovering above the ground because I am doing just that. Slowly, the memories come back to me. Just as they sink into my mind, reminding me about the window, about the pain and the blood, about the horror of seeing Jeff lying there, not on top of the car but partially through the roof of the vehicle, the feeling of my body begins to sink in as well. I can feel my eyelashes fluttering on my cheeks as I attempt to open my eyes. I can feel my hand resting on something soft. A bed, I think. My legs are stiff. My other hand… I can’t feel it at all. It’s as if I only have one now. Remembering what hap
One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--News
I lie awake, staring at the ceiling above my bed, unable to sleep, though it’s getting late, and I know I have to go to work tomorrow. I can’t help but stretch my arm out across the bed, which I find cold and empty. Julia should be here, but she’s not. My thoughts return to her. Where is she now? How is she doing? Is Thompson with her? Is she hurt? Does she need me? My mind refuses to slow as all of the possibilities circle around. I wonder if I will ever be able to get her back.My phone is on, just in case she calls. I get all sorts of emails all time of day, so it is constantly chirping. I have learned to ignore it. Until I realize it isn’t just chiming to let me know an email has arrived. The phone is ringing.Hastily, I pick it up from my nightstand, praying that it’s Julia, but when I see that it is Stringer, my heart races just the same. I pray he has good news, that he’s gotten Julia back, and they are on their way to my home.“Stringer?” I say upon answering. “What’s going on
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Fall
Glass grinds into my knees as I am tugged against the windowsill. Jeff is doing his best to pull himself back up into the apartment, but my grip on him is slipping. My knees are on fire as the glass slices deeper and deeper. I grab the windowsill with my free hand in an attempt to keep myself from flying out into the night air, but the broken glass cuts deep into my palm. Blood coats the window ledge and begins to drip down, red raindrops flying toward Jeff’s face.He is terrified. No longer drunk, the reality of what is happening has him sobered. He has my wrist and is trying to pull himself back up, but he is too heavy for me to lift. I hear Stringer coming to my aid, but Jeff reaches up with his other hand and grabs hold of me, and I am pulled further out the window. Glass digs into my chest, scraping down my stomach. I see the street below, and terror grabs hold of me even more strongly than my husband. With my last effort, I grab ahold of the window with my other hand as my legs
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Back
The driver wanted to help me carry my stuff up the stairs, but I insisted that he leave me. Now, I am standing outside of the familiar apartment door where I lived with Jeff for over two years. It seems foreign to me, like a place I was never meant to be in the first place. The fact that I’ve come back here of my own choice seems surreal. I stand staring at the door for a long moment, unable to force myself to take this last step. I’ve made it this far. I just need to go inside. I just need to speak to Jeff and let him know that I’ll stay with him as long as he promises to leave Braxton alone. The fact that he didn’t choose the money tells me that he’s so focused on winning, he isn’t thinking straight. I know this isn’t about me. It’s about allowing another man to dictate his fate. Jeff refuses to let that happen, even when that other man is a billionaire and his boss.I hear footsteps echoing up the nearby stairwell and know I need to go in. I don’t need neighbors seeing me standing
One Weekend with the Billionaire Braxton--Alone
She’s gone. I can hardly believe it. I’m still standing in the foyer, near the window, where I watched my driver take her away, wondering how in the world I’m going to function without Julia here.I have no idea. Everywhere I look, I’m going to see her. Every room I walk into, I’ll smell her perfume. Every time I lay down in my bed, I’ll feel her beside me. I’ll see her near the pool, at the dining room table, in the gardens. And… in her art room. How can I possibly go into that room again without feeling the ghost of her?It’s obvious to me that Julia is making a huge mistake, but I can’t change her mind. It was clear to me when I saw her face that she was resolved and wasn’t going to be swayed. The idea of her walking back into that apartment, of her trying to live with Jeff Thompson again, as his wife, makes my skin crawl. I can’t bear to think of him touching her. Tears sting my eyes, and I have to rest my hand against the windowsill to keep from doubling over as a wave of nausea
One Weekend with the Billionaire Julia--Packed
Braxton’s face has my heart leaping up into my throat. After my initial statement, letting him know that I have to go, I don’t know how to explain myself to him, to tell him that I can’t stay or why.“What do you mean you have to go?” Braxton asks, taking a few cautious steps toward me but stopping well short of touching me. “Why would you need to go?”I clear my throat, swallowing hard. “Because… it’s for the best if I do.”His eyes widen in shock. “For the best? For who?”“For everyone,” I tell him. “Especially you.”“No, Julia,” he says as he shakes his head emphatically. “It is most definitely not best for me.”I disagree with him. “Braxton, I heard what happened today. Jeff didn’t take the settlement, right?”He doesn’t answer, only continues to stare at me, unblinking. I don’t need him to answer. I already know I am right.“For him to turn down that sort of money, it tells me he will be relentless, Braxton. He’s never going to stop. Never. He won’t leave us in peace. I need to g
