Julie Bowen Novels & Stories

“I don’t think it’s right for us to do that, Mr. Bennett. We’d be deceiving the people around us.” It’s frustrating to hear that. “Not to mention people will talk about me.” “Let me handle that part, Ricci.” “It’s much more complicated than you think, Mr. Bennett.” I furrow my brows in confusion. “Julia, do you have someone? Is that it?” “No!” She almost shouts the answer. However, she takes a deep breath before continuing. “Mr. Bennett, look at you.” She points at me. “You’re the CEO of one of the biggest construction companies and one of the most prestigious architects in this country.”

Gina said as she ran off with her task. When the energetic red-haired maid returned, Elijah was with her. The butler that Julie haven't seen since the night he was introduced up till now looked worried as he approached her, holding a fine bow in his hand. "My Lady, you… you asked for a bow and arrows?" he asked. "Yes." Julie didn't waste a moment and stretched out her hand to take the bow from the butler. Elijah swallowed as he hesitantly and carefully handed the bow over to her. He was not sure if this was the wisest past time activity the Lady should be doing. "Uhm… my lady, isn't it dangerous for you to…"

“Julia Wilson, CEO of Julison Tech Company.” A murmur of approval rippled through the room, and I felt heat creep up my neck. I managed a nod, my lips curving into what I hoped was a confident smile. Victor’s gaze held mine for a beat longer than necessary, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes softened, almost imperceptibly, before he continued. “Julia has taken the helm of Julison Tech with remarkable vision,” he said. “Much like her father, Wilson, she’s proven herself a force in this industry. Her leadership and insight are exactly what the Nexus Project needs.”

Something about the sheer emotion in Julio’s face and attitude spoke volumes. “What would you like to know, sir?” Jackson forced his voice to remain steady as he answered the older man. “This woman,” Julio pointed to another image. This time the woman was dressed as a curvy golden-haired goddess in a deputy's uniform. “Who is she to you?” “That is Natalie Jones, she works for Brian Williams as a private investigator. She is his right-hand man, for lack of a better term. They have worked together for several years. She’s on the level.”

“She says start and she’ll be right here. I found Julie in the kitchen baking cookies. Is that something she does regularly?” Leon returns to Michael’s home office, and he took his seat at the table before a monitor that hung on the wall where the faces of four men appeared. One man Leon didn’t know grumbled. “Great, she’s anxious and avoiding doing her work.” Leon looked at Michael. “That’s Stephen Jones, Julie’s agent.”

He sputtered adamantly, panic clear in his voice. She glared at us with contempt. “That will be all, James.” “He must be lying–” Grace started. “Enough!” Julie’s voice boomed throughout the studio. “This is outrageous. I expect a full refund for my order.” She stuffed her phone back into her purse and cut me a withering glare. “Celine said Rosemary would be the next big name in jewelry.” She said, disgust dripping from her voice. “She’s never been more wrong.” With that, Julie turned on her heels and stormed out of the studio.

"She's not dominant, Julie." The beautiful redhead with perfectly highlighted, shoulder-length hair burst into gales of laughter that rolled down the hall. The sound was intoxicating, as was she. It was hard not to notice her model-like features with high cheekbones, and large, wide-set eyes. They were such a pale blue sometimes I wondered if there was any color in them at all. Perfectly proportioned and dressed to kill, not only was she stunning and thin, she was smart as a whip. Julie had just graduated from Furman University after interning here for years. At the end of the summer, she would move from her position as the receptionist into a role better suited for her talents in the market

I nod as the elevator doors open, and he takes my hand, pulling me inside. Riley Julia is so many things. Beautiful, kind, brave, strong, but above all else, she is a complete mind-blow. With my lifestyle, my business... my money, I've met every kind of woman that you can imagine and yet, I've never met a woman like her. I've had more than one woman chase me solely for financial gain, even had women try to rinse me when they already have money themselves but still want more. But Julia has nothing; no home, no car, no job and no money.

I wasn't here to cough up a storm and I couldn't give Calvin the opportunity of free added publicity until we had our talk. Her eyes raked over me again. "Pretty. Natural. A bit soft. But there's something there." I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or a warning. "Julien’s going to have a fit," she continued, smirking. "She hates competition." I raised a brow. "Julien?" "Our top model. Self-appointed queen of Deva." I gave her a polite smile. "Thanks for the heads-up." “Your nice, rare.” She turned to me fully now. "Anora."