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Julia--Long Day
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2022-07-22 02:24:58
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One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Julia--Fight
Jeff comes into the bedroom with a look in his eyes that makes my blood run cold. Heโs gripping his belt like he might just hit me with it. I know he has been drinking a lot. I thought he was just tipsy when he came home, but now, Iโm pretty sure heโs drunk. Heโs hit me before in all mental states from cold stone sober to nearly passed out drunk, so I know that doesnโt really matter, but as he stands there, glaring into the bedroom at me, I donโt know what to do. I wish I had the phone out of its hiding place so I could call Braxton.โWhat do you want, Jeff?โ Iโm not sure where the courage to speak to him comes from, but my voice is trembling as my words come out.โWhat do I want?โ he asks, snapping the belt. โI want my wife to admit that sheโs now my bossโs whore!โ He is shouting by the end of the statement, stumbling forward toward the bed.I get up, my bare feet pounding on the floor as I take a few steps away from him, wondering if I can dodge around him and get outside of the bed
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Julia--Escape
Jeff flings open the front door, and Mr. Stringer is standing there. I am in the doorway of the bedroom now, my luggage in my hands as I see my husband trying to grapple with the idea that one of his supervisors from work is standing here on our doorstep now, clearly listening to us fight.My husband tries to compose himself. โMr. Stringer. What are you doing here?โ he asks, his voice bordering on still out of control as he attempts to get himself back into a civilized manner.โI heard shouting,โ Mr. Stringer says, matter-of-fact. โI decided to come and see if everything is well.โโHeard shouting?โ Jeff echoes. โButโฆ how is that possible? I thought that you lived across town.โโI do,โ he says, making it seem as if we were just that loud. But then he continues. โI have been staying next door, Mr. Thompson. You shouldโve known better than to think that Mr. Merriweather would just trust you to be all right with this arrangement, not with your temper and history.โโMy temper and history?โ
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Braxton--News
My phone rings, and itโs Stringer, letting me know that he hears a commotion from the apartment next door. He asks if he should go knock on the door, and of course I tell him he should do so. He hangs up while he goes to see what is going on. Itโs the longest ten minutes of my life as I pace around my study, waiting to hear whatโs going on.I decided not to go all the way back home. Itโs too far from Julia. Instead, Iโm staying in my apartment near work. Iโll stay here for as long as I need to until Iโm sure that sheโs safe. If sheโs determined to stay with Jeff, I might just stay here indefinitely. I canโt stand the thought of being an hour away from her. I need to be nearby in case something happens. Now, it seems like something has happened, and Julia might be in trouble.My pacing stops and I stare out the window, waiting for Stringer to call. I know heโll call me as soon as he can. I pray that Julia is all right. If that bastard Thompson hit her, I swear to God Iโll break his fac
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Braxton--Safety
Stringer leaves, and I fix Julia a cup of warm tea trying to settle her nerves. I know sheโs upset, but she has yet to tell me exactly what happened. I want to drive to Jeff Thompsonโs apartment myself and punch that bastard in the face, and I donโt even know yet whatโs gone on.Julia sits on a couch in the room near the window overlooking the city. She is stunning, even in an old outfit Iโm sure sheโs been wearing all day as she cleaned up Jeffโs messes and did her best to make their apartment into a home, which is difficult to do under the best of circumstances. When your husband is an ungrateful bastard, I canโt even imagine how she gets out of bed in the morning.After a few sips of her tea, she says, โIโm sorry to barge in on you in the middle of the night.โโAre you serious?โ I ask, studying her from the chair across the room from her. โFirst of all, itโs hardly the middle of the night.โ It wasnโt even 9:00 yet. โAnd secondly, as I told you, I am always available for you, Julia.
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Julia--Braxton's Apartment
At first, I only want Braxton to hold me in his strong arms and assure me that I am okay, that nothing has changed in the few days that weโve been apart, that he still loves me and wants me. But the longer I linger in his embrace, the more I realize I want more from him.I want him.I nuzzle my face against his neck, and his grip around my shoulders increases. We are sitting on a couch in the living room of his apartment. His place, even this small one that isnโt actually his home, is large and well appointed. It makes the shitty little apartment I shared with Jeff look like a hovel. But my eyes are not on the room. They are on the man. I inhale deeply, wrapping his scent around my insides. I have missed the smell of him, the smell of a true man, the smell of someone who is strong, secure, and loves me.My lips peck against the sensitive skin of his neck, lightly at first, but then increasing as I am overcome with the emotions welling up inside of me. I canโt deny the fact that I want
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Julia--Waking Up
I hear Braxtonโs alarm go off and a flood of memories from the night before come back to me. Itโs odd to think about waking up here, in the bedroom of his apartment, when I should be at home, in my old apartment, with Jeff.I glance at the clock and note that Braxton gets up earlier than Jeff, even though his apartment is much closer to work. I think about how I would still be sleeping for a few more minutes if I were lying next to my husband instead of this man who loves me. I think about how he would swat at his alarm and then roll on top of me. Braxton will not do that, but if he did, it would be welcome because it wouldnโt just be him laying on top of me until he got his fill.I do not expect for Braxton to make love to me before he goes to work, though. I expect him to get up and get ready for his day, kiss me goodbye, and tell me heโll be home at 6:00, or something like that. Instead, when I roll over to look at him, his head is propped on one arm and he is staring down at me.โ
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Braxton--Threats
The moment I step into the office, I can tell by Cindyโs face that thereโs something she doesnโt want to tell me. I donโt have to ask whether or not it has something to do with Jeff Thompson. I can tell that it does. I am confused, though. Jeff doesnโt have to be at work until 9:00, and itโs barely 8:30. In the two years that heโs worked here, I can never remember him ever being early one time. In fact, most days heโs not even on time.โGood morning, Mr. Merriweather,โ Cindy says, tension in her voice.โGood morning,โ I say, arching an eyebrow at her. โWhat is it, Cindy?โShe hesitates before she says, โJeff Thompson isโฆ demanding to see you. Right away.โโAll right,โ I say with a shrug and a nod. โYou can let him know Iโm here.โShe still looks nervous, and I have to wonder if Thompson has said something rude to her. โYes, sir.โI go into my office and turn my desktop computer on, wondering what Iโm going to say to Thompson. Iโm sure heโs angry that his wife has chosen to be with me.
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Braxton--Lawyers
โKyle Warren?โ I repeat, not that Iโm not sure that I heard Jeff Thompson correctly, but I need a moment to consider what this means.โThatโs right,โ Thompson says, his head held high, his chin in the air. โThe Kyle Warren--famous attorney who is known for being ruthless and rarely, if ever, losing a case. Heโs agreed to take me on as a client.โI know Kyle Warren all too well. I donโt have a problem saying, โOh, heโs lost a case or two.โ I know that he has because it is my head lawyer, Shawna Steel, that has defeated Kyle Warren in the courtroom twice on my behalf. Itโs one of the reasons that Kyle Warren hates me, and Iโm assuming, itโs why heโs agreed to take on Jeff Thompsonโs case against me. Iโm guessing Warren will even go so far as to wave his fees, at least unless he wins.Thompson makes a cocky noise in the back of his throat. โNot often,โ he says of Warrenโs record. โAnyway, he thinks I have a solid case against you. Enough to take everything from you. Then, youโll find ou
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2022-07-22
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One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Epilogue--Julia--Europe
I am the woman in the painting now. Itโs 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 didnโt 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 wouldโve never
One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Julia--Going Home
Iโm fine. I feel fine, anyway. My hand is still wrapped in gauze, and Iโm told I may need more surgery down the road. I will definitely need physical therapy, but thatโs okay. Braxton says heโll pay for the person to come to the house so I donโt have to go to a clinic for my treatments. Heโs 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 oneโs 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 Iโm only sitting in because the hospital staff insists itโs part of their dismissal policy, and Braxton helps me into the car. Itโs 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 Billionaireย ย ย Braxton--Standing By
โMr. Merriweather, perhaps it would be better if you waited in the hallway,โ 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. โI see no reason why Mr. Merriweather canโt be in the room while you question Mrs. Thompson, unless of course, she would prefer for him to leave,โ my lawyer says.Det. Folk arches an eyebrow, but itโs 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, โI would like for him to say.โShawna doesnโt gloat, but she does take a moment to introduce herself to Julia. โItโs nice to meet you,โ she says, offering her hand. Julia shakes it lightly as Shawna tells her her name and says, โYou have nothing to worry about.โJulia smiles at Shawna, but I can tell sheโs nervous. She doesnโt want to be having this co
One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Julia--Hospital
I am floating. I donโt feel as if I have a body anymore. I am only a spirit, hovering above the earth a little ways. I canโt 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 thereโs 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 handโฆ I canโt feel it at all. Itโs as if I only have one now. Remembering what hap
One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Braxton--News
I lie awake, staring at the ceiling above my bed, unable to sleep, though itโs getting late, and I know I have to go to work tomorrow. I canโt help but stretch my arm out across the bed, which I find cold and empty. Julia should be here, but sheโs 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 isnโt just chiming to let me know an email has arrived. The phone is ringing.Hastily, I pick it up from my nightstand, praying that itโs Julia, but when I see that it is Stringer, my heart races just the same. I pray he has good news, that heโs gotten Julia back, and they are on their way to my home.โStringer?โ I say upon answering. โWhatโs going on
One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย 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 Jeffโs 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 Billionaireย ย ย 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 Iโve 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. Iโve made it this far. I just need to go inside. I just need to speak to Jeff and let him know that Iโll stay with him as long as he promises to leave Braxton alone. The fact that he didnโt choose the money tells me that heโs so focused on winning, he isnโt thinking straight. I know this isnโt about me. Itโs 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 donโt need neighbors seeing me standing
One Weekend with the Billionaireย ย ย Braxton--Alone
Sheโs gone. I can hardly believe it. Iโm still standing in the foyer, near the window, where I watched my driver take her away, wondering how in the world Iโm going to function without Julia here.I have no idea. Everywhere I look, Iโm going to see her. Every room I walk into, Iโll smell her perfume. Every time I lay down in my bed, Iโll feel her beside me. Iโll see her near the pool, at the dining room table, in the gardens. Andโฆ in her art room. How can I possibly go into that room again without feeling the ghost of her?Itโs obvious to me that Julia is making a huge mistake, but I canโt change her mind. It was clear to me when I saw her face that she was resolved and wasnโt 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 canโt 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 Billionaireย ย ย Julia--Packed
Braxtonโs face has my heart leaping up into my throat. After my initial statement, letting him know that I have to go, I donโt know how to explain myself to him, to tell him that I canโt stay or why.โWhat do you mean you have to go?โ Braxton asks, taking a few cautious steps toward me but stopping well short of touching me. โWhy would you need to go?โI clear my throat, swallowing hard. โBecauseโฆ itโs for the best if I do.โHis eyes widen in shock. โFor the best? For who?โโFor everyone,โ I tell him. โEspecially you.โโNo, Julia,โ he says as he shakes his head emphatically. โIt is most definitely not best for me.โI disagree with him. โBraxton, I heard what happened today. Jeff didnโt take the settlement, right?โHe doesnโt answer, only continues to stare at me, unblinking. I donโt need him to answer. I already know I am right.โFor him to turn down that sort of money, it tells me he will be relentless, Braxton. Heโs never going to stop. Never. He wonโt leave us in peace. I need to g
