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Pretend Married (A Billionaire Love Story)

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by Nikki Wild


  Nigel stopped in the middle of pouring my coffee and looked at us like we were both nuts.

  “My my, you two sure are mighty chipper this morning. Is that what twelve hours of….uh…..ahem…… sleeping does for a person’s mood?”

  “Always the wise-ass aren’t you Nigel?”

  “I try. I try.”

  “Seriously Nigel, I think you deserve a raise. How long has it been?”

  “I just had one last year Edward.”

  Julia shoved a forkful of food in her mouth before chiming in:

  “But was it a twenty-five percent raise?”

  Nigel looked at me in hopeful confirmation.

  “Is she serious Edward?”

  “Yes indeed! My fiancée is very serious! And I’m serious when I say that your service and friendship is invaluable to me Nigel.”

  “I literally don’t know what to say Edward. You’ve actually rendered me speechless.”

  “Well that’s certainly an incentive for me to increase your salary more often!”

  “I’m nothing but grateful for my good fortune. Thank you Edward! And you too Miss Julia! I have a feeling you played no small part in Edward’s new-found generosity. By the way Miss, I see you accepted his proposal at the gala last night. That’s quite a sparkler you have there. I helped Edward pick it out you know.”

  “No I didn’t know that! Well I’m not surprised. You have exquisite taste Nigel. And yes I accepted his marriage proposal. Actually I accepted both of them.”

  Julia took my hand, brought it up to her lips and softly kissed my fingers. I didn’t want to spoil the moment by telling her she had quite a bit of gravy on her chin.

  “Both of them Miss?”

  “Yes. The phony public proposal and the real true private proposal.”

  “Are you saying what I think you’re saying Miss Julia? Edward? That you two are really in love and you’re going to have a REAL wedding?”

  “That’s right Nigel! Julia has agreed to be my real wife. She loves me and I am the luckiest man in the world!”

  “No argument there! You definitely are! Well congratulations to you both!”

  Nigel shook my hand. Then he bent over, kissed Julia on the cheek and wiped her chin with a napkin.

  23

  Julia

  A couple of days later I awoke to find a dozen red roses in a crystal vase setting on my nightstand. Edward was shaving his face with an electric razor in the bathroom, so I shouted to him so he could hear me:

  “Edward what are these flowers for? Are they from you? They’re beautiful!”

  A moment later he popped out into the bedroom, still running the razor over his face and neck while he talked.

  “Yes I bought them for you Julia. I have some news…….and I thought the roses might…….help.”

  “What do you mean? What’s the matter? Is there a problem?”

  “Well you see……. I have business I have to take care of overseas…..”

  “Overseas where? When did this happen? How long will you be gone?”

  “It just came up. I’ve gotta go to Europe; Paris, Vienna and Florence. I’ll be over there for a couple of weeks max.”

  “And you thought you could buy me off with roses is that it?”

  “Oh damn! Did I forget to put the little card with them? Oh here it is……here’s the little card.”

  “Little card? That doesn’t help anything! You can shove the little card up your ass Edward!”

  “How do you know? Why don’t you read the little card.”

  I pulled the little card out of its tiny envelope and read it. There were only two magical words written on it in Edward’s handwriting: Join me?

  Naturally I felt ashamed and foolish for thinking the worst of him.

  “Damn you Edward!”

  “Is that your way of accepting my invitation Julia?”

  I buried my face into his chest hair and sniffled my apology.

  “I’m sorry for being so silly and suspicious.”

  “You don’t need to apologize Julia. But I do. That was a cruel trick on my part. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry.”

  “That was mean of you. But I’ll overlook it this time! If you were trying to spring a romantic surprise on me, you definitely succeeded! Thank you Edward. I love you so much! Oh I can’t believe we’re going to Europe! When do we leave?”

  “Is tomorrow morning too soon for you? They’re readying the Armani jet right now.”

  “Oh my God! Tomorrow already? I need to go shopping for a few new things to wear first!”

  “Julia honey wouldn’t you rather just shop in Paris? They’ve got quite a few nice stores there along the Champs-Elysées.”

  “Shopping in Paris? Are you kidding me? Of course I’d rather shop in Paris! But I still need to pick up a couple things before we go… You know… So I can look chic while shopping for new clothes in freaking PARIS!”

  “Whatever you need Julia. I love seeing you this happy!”

  I was so excited. I had never been to Europe and I had certainly never flown on a private jet. That night I got very little sleep. I tossed and turned and imagined visiting the world-class cities that I had previously only read about my whole life. My future with Edward was obviously going to expand my horizons by opening up the entire globe to me. I felt incredibly fortunate. And the best part was that I was going to experience those places with the man I loved. It didn’t get any better than that.

  In the morning Edward and I boarded the Armani jet and took off for Europe. First stop Paris, France! Flying on a private plane was NOTHING like flying on a commercial airline. It was like day and night! I could actually stretch out my legs, sleep, and eat real food! And no damn kids kicking the back of my seat! The flight was about eleven hours and I slept for a good deal of it due to last night’s insomnia. Our limousine whisked us from the airport to the opulent Hotel Ritz Paris, in the heart of the City of Light. But it was 3AM by the time we arrived so we went directly to bed. Edward said we needed to acclimate to the Paris time zone if we wanted to beat our jet lag.

  We awoke to our magnificent view of the Seine River and the Eiffel Tower from our bedroom window. Edward ordered room service for us so we enjoyed buttery croissants with raspberry jam and espresso from our balcony. After breakfast, Edward had a bit of business to conduct over at the American Embassy so I was forced to spend the day shopping (Poor me!) in all the heavenly boutiques along the main boulevards as well as the inviting little side alleys. We met for lunch at a delicious creperie tucked away in a corner of the city by Notre Dame Cathedral. Edward knew all the best places and his command of the French language was such a turn on for me!

  At night the Eiffel Tower glittered with its spectacular hourly light show: 20,000 light bulbs flashing throughout the structure with its giant golden beacon shining from the top. We had dinner reservations at a café nearby so we could watch the illuminated landmark sparkle while we ate. Edward made me try escargots – snails! They were too garlicky for my taste but I did enjoy the French onion soup. Every place we ate had superb food, wine and decadent desserts.

  After dinner we rode a romantic river cruise boat through the heart of Paris, drinking more marvelous wine and kissing under the French stars. What an unbelievable city! It was like a dream! We strolled arm in arm down the quaint cobble-stone walkways back to our hotel. We stopped briefly at the large Fontaines de la Concorde so Edward could throw a handful of coins into it. It was his favorite fountain in the city and he wanted to make a wish in it. After he threw his money in and opened his eyes, he looked deeply into mine and said, “Wow look at that! My wish came true. I’m in Paris with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  Edward carried me over the threshold and into our posh suite just like I was his newlywed bride and it was our honeymoon. I made him speak French the whole time he made sweet passionate love to me on our antique feather bed. He was so incredibly romantic and sexy! Afterward he drew a hot bath for us in our
oversized Jacuzzi tub. While we were out for the evening the hotel staff had placed an ice bucket of chilled champagne and a silver tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries next to the tub, as per Edward’s instructions. That guy was full of surprises and I wanted him in every way possible.

  He slipped beneath the jasmine scented water and sat there staring up at me with the smile of a truly happen man. I sat on the edge of the tub and poured us each a glass of champagne. Then I fed Edward a plump red strawberry and stuffed one into my own mouth as well. We shared a juicy fruity succulent kiss before I raised my drink in the air and made a toast:

  “Here’s to you my darling Edward! You’ve made me feel like the most special and lucky woman on Earth.”

  Edward raised his glass and continued with his own toast:

  “Nobody is luckier than I am Julia. You have made my life truly complete.”

  We clinked our glasses together and drank our champagne down. Then I lowered my body into the fragrant silky water and positioned myself directly over Edward’s erect cock. The tub was plenty big enough for me to straddle him and slide on down with ease.

  I kissed Edward deeply and desperately as I fucked him slowly and deliberately. His dark chest hair glistened with tiny beads of water and his strong hands guided my hips up and down as I rode his extraordinary shaft to the heights of ecstasy.

  “Oh yeah! Fuck me Julia! You feel so fucking good baby!”

  “I’m gonna make you come Eddie! I need to feel you come inside me…..”

  I quickened my pace and swiveled my pelvis around in a figure-eight motion until Edward’s feet came out of the water and his toes curled with delight.

  “Oh my god Julia! Fuck me! I’m coming honey!”

  Edward’s hips lifted upward and bucked so hard he caused waves to splash and spill out over the sides of the tub. All I could do was hang on tight to my wild bronco!

  We sat silent in the water for a few minutes clinging to each other before Edward spoke:

  “You called me Eddie?”

  “Did I? Oh yeah I guess I did. Is that a problem?”

  “No…..No it’s just that you never called me Eddie before……it sounded a little weird that’s all.”

  “Well as your employee that would’ve felt way too informal before, but not now. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

  “Of course. Ed, Eddie, Edward. I don’t care. It’s all the same. Now that you put it that way it’s a damn good thing you don’t think of me as just your boss anymore. Our relationship is obviously so much more meaningful and deep now.”

  “I know! Doesn’t it feel wonderful! Although I have to say Eddie it’s always felt very physically deep to me!”

  We both laughed while we put on our luxurious hotel robes and headed out to the living room of our suite. Edward and I surveyed the room and suddenly realized that almost every piece of furniture was covered in French designer boutique shopping bags. They were piled up everywhere! Edward looked at me and chuckled.

  “And how much deeper are these bags gonna get Julia? I could’ve sworn there was a couch under here somewhere.”

  24

  Edward

  The final four days that we were in Paris the weather turned overcast and drizzly. Neither of us minded since it added an extra touch of poignant beauty to the city – as if Paris was in need of that! There was just something incredibly romantic about two people in love sharing one umbrella and skipping over puddles together.

  Julia and I spent long mornings in bed fucking our brains out and leisurely afternoons strolling along the wide boulevards. We also spent quite a bit of time making out on park benches in the gardens and parks around the city. Occasionally we’d pop into an art museum or cathedral when the rain got too hard. At night we immersed ourselves in French cultural events like the opera, the ballet or a cabaret show at the Moulin Rouge. And in between everything that we did, we ate, ate and ate some more. France is known for its superb food and I made sure Julia got a taste of it all. We indulged ourselves at the scores of pastry shops, cheese shops, chocolatier’s, and farmer’s markets on both the Left and Right Banks. We dined at busy sidewalk cafés, tiny bistros, and five-star restaurants. It was almost one long continuous feast.

  When it was time to leave Paris Julia cried. She flat out laid on the bed and sobbed her big beautiful brown eyes out. She had fallen in love with my favorite city and it endeared her to me all the more. I’ve always been of the opinion that a woman’s first visit to Paris should be with a man who truly loves her. I had hoped with all my heart that I had given Julia the romantic memory of a lifetime. I assured her with complete conviction that she needn’t be sad; we would be returning often.

  By that evening we were enjoying a wonderful dinner of veal schnitzel in the crisp night air of a wine tavern patio in Vienna, Austria. The Danube River wound lazily through the city and inspired more romance. We rode bikes and picnicked along its banks in the afternoon and at night we waltzed across its bridges while the moon reflected in the shimmering water below.

  Julia took a couple historical city tours on her own while I met with some local distributors for Armani products. Later I met her back at our elegant Hotel Palais before heading out for an evening of Mozart with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. We took advantage of being in the City of Music by attending the performances of several local traditional “oompah” bands. They were a lot of fun! We got a kick out of watching the large busty Bavarian bar maids hefting armfuls of frothy steins in the beer gardens while the festive music played.

  Julia’s all-time favorite Austrian indulgence was the ultra-rich smooth real ice cream. Her face lit up and my dick hardened every time she seductively swirled her tongue around in her favorite “haselnuss” (German for hazelnut) flavor. That crazy girl ate a giant ice cream cone every day that we were there!

  One morning I surprised Julia with a horse-drawn hay wagon ride through the woods. It was the perfect storybook setting that gave us an up-close look at several Alpine fairytale castles and a medieval fortress. We snuggled under the blanket and drank a thermos of cinnamon-spiced apple cider. Ultimately Julia confessed to not being too keen on the Germanic language but she did fall in love with the friendly Austrian people; especially the rosy-cheeked little children.

  During our final night in Vienna I was pleasantly surprised to find out that Julia was even more adventurous in the sack than I thought, when she requested some sexual role-playing out on the hotel balcony: She wanted to pretend we were Captain Von Trapp and Maria from The Sound of Music. Naturally I was happy to go along with it; I shouted out gruff-sounding German commands at Julia as I bent her over the balcony railing. And she sang and yodeled her little heart out while I reamed her from behind. Julia really got into character too; comically answering me the way an Austrian nanny might:

  “Yes Captain. Of course Captain. But don’t you think the children will hear us meine Captain?”

  “Maria! Achtung Maria!”

  “Please fuck me Captain! Danke schoen Captain! Oh I’m coming meine Captain!”

  The best part was our climax: As I came into Julia, (or Maria) with my final deep stab, she sang out, “The hills are alive!”

  I bit the back of Julia’s neck lightly and laughed.

  “You are so much fun to be with Julia! I love you so fucking much!”

  Early the next day we were jetting over to our final European city; Florence, Italy.

  I rented a classic Alfa Romeo convertible at the airport for some added adventure. After lowering the top, I excitedly drove toward our accommodations, which I was keeping top-secret from Julia. She was under the assumption that we were simply staying in yet another fancy hotel in the city. But unbeknownst to her I had rented a Tuscan villa called Villa Firenze. It was just outside of Florence in the lush countryside of Tuscany, on the Arno River. The villa came equipped with a gourmet kitchen, diving pool, and a staff of six.

  The weather in the region was warm and humid during our entire stay, resultin
g in Julia wearing all the smallest items in her wardrobe: Halter tops, short shorts and tiny sun dresses; it was impossible for me to not have a perpetual raging boner! Not that I ever complained about it!

  During my two meetings with a couple Italian importers, Julia spent her time shopping at the San Lorenzo street market and taking Tuscan cooking classes. She learned how to prepare some regional chicken and pasta dishes as well as tiramisu for dessert. After completion of my business she and I motored around the Chianti wine-growing hills of Tuscany and explored its vineyards and tasting rooms.

  Despite all the magnificent architecture of Florence; its palazzos, piazzas and cathedrals. And despite all the world-famous Renaissance art such as Michelangelo’s statue of David, Julia seemed most impressed by one simple thing: Italian gelato! I have to say that woman sure does love her ice cream!

  Our final day in Florence had been quite sweltering so we decided to ditch our city shopping and return back to the villa early for a cool swim. Julia was wearing a sweet little peach-colored sun dress that was almost sheer when she stood in the sunlight. I could see her shapely legs all the way up to her glorious pussy, which was unfortunately obscured by some sort of annoying ruffle of fabric underneath. I was reasonably sure she wasn’t wearing any panties though…….

  When we got to the villa, I tipped the entire wait staff what amounted to probably their entire month’s salary and told them to vacate the property for the next 24 hours so Julia and I could be alone. They were all more than happy to oblige. I cracked open a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, grabbed Julia by the hand and headed poolside. When Julia found out we were alone she responded exactly as I had hoped.

  She undid the ties of her flirty dress and let it drop to her ankles. Her perspiring hot nude body glistened before me in the Tuscan sun. She ran her hand over the hard outline of my dick as I sat like a lucky spectator in the chaise lounge chair. Next, she peeled off my polo shirt and tossed it onto the pool deck. She licked my nipples with her hot tongue and kissed me long and deep while still rubbing and teasing my cock with her fingers.

 

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