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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 11 Her body, his mind.
Julien's knuckles charged up to the sandbag in front of him as he saw a silhouette of Monica standing by the door. It was evening so he thought to do some work by staying at home. But all of everything he seem to can't shake off the naked image of Monica's body from this morning. His sweat was mixing with his repulsive breath yet he kept on punching the sandbag to drain out his ignorance for the fact that she fucking lived inside his boundaries. He failed to show up at the hospital leaving a message and flowers at the hospital. He just can't see Catalina in her dead bed while he show up feeling that he have to get married to someone else and he was already dealing with his foggy images of yanking her life and breath through her dark hair. His observation peirced through the thin sheets of curtains as Monica stepped in and he was already alarmed of her presence as she curled her fist on her dress that she left to dry off this morning before she got to her room. A rough, panting, and
Last Updated : 2023-02-20My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 12 the momentum
Monica climbed out of the bed wearing no makeup or styling her messy bun. The rest of the day she sipped coffee and made sneaky phone calls with other professors, each of them congratulating her on her new marriage. The moment Julien came into her room she stood draping her arms around the chest. She looked here and there as he paced through her room coming at a halt when her eyes clashed with him. He didn't wear spectacles. His eyes were dark and the light of the street lamp reflected in his eyes. He is so beautiful.A frown played on his lips. "You cried?" A little shake of Monica's head made him talk more. "I see your eyes red than the blood I will have to smear out?" She turned around to brush her hair as she heard the stomping sound. Her heart was beating so fast that it was almost hearable to her ears. She can feel his eyes on her. It's full of rage. And she don't want to turn around and look at him. As she tried to step back two muscular, strong hands caged her by the wall. His
Last Updated : 2023-02-21My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 13 office time or honeymoon time?
Sitting on the sofa and maintaining a good, straight posture was almost next to impossible when Julien saw Monica swinging her hips in the air as if she wanted to put up on a good fight with him. His spacious kitchen was feeling like it was stuffed with her colone and her sweet make-up. Her plump red lips was juicy just like a pair of her juicy apple. Her dress was not high enough to make her hips visible but Julien's imagination was running wild.The next moment he was on his feet and she still was sitting on the stool with the same posture. His one hour conference call was over. He rolled up his sleeves and marched towards the empty stool. His eyes drifted to her explosive cleavage. As his mouth left a soft grunt "what are you wearing?" His voice was shrill. Her eyes widened and she turned to face Julien. Her eyes were fixed on his sleeves as her lips parted to speak "I have an appointment. With the chief of our college" his mouth felt dry to her response. The thought that she was
Last Updated : 2023-02-21My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 14 is it my punishment?
Monica didn't mind to dress in an apple green off-shoulder dress. Her heels hurt from the pressure of walking around herroom. Her hair grazes on top of her hip curves as her eyes fluttered open with a soft sigh. She practically know that she have disobeyed his request but that's all she can afford for his gloomy attitude. She debated with herself whether to go with the white dress or the green one. But she does the complete opposite to annoy her by choosing the green one. Soon, the sound of the boots came to her ears as she sat with her face straight.His glare made her jump but she didn't. Monica sat there chanting the only prayer she knew. God helps her to turn into ashes. "You didn't wear what I requested" his voice gave her a hint of whiskey talk. He can't even handle two glass of whiskey? What he can handle is his obscene behaviour. He tugs his phone into his pocket as Monica ignores his existence. "I owe an answer, sweetheart!" She nearly topple with the way he calls her even if
Last Updated : 2023-02-21My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 15 she will pay!
Monica had way too much alcohol after all it's not like Julien cared but she was dozing off. His eyes shot up to look at her face. He can tell she was feeling tired. She looks back and forth between them. He swears the way she was looking at them was uncomfortable in the room. The smell of alcohol made her uncomfortable. Julien sighs. It's going to be a long night. He locks his phone and musters up a smile to show her. Her eyes flickered over his face. "What?" Her voice drowned in liquor as his smile grew more. A laugh bursts out of him "you are drunk let's take you to the room" as he stood to carry her to the bedroom.Her smile wobbled as he ordered Aunt Perry to carry her to her bedroom. After spending five months on the project with the same team he was going to be promoted to the HR position. It was necessary. His eyes shot up to the email from his director as he drank his whiskey before reading it. Julien's fingers cracked as the email reads that 'due to so many hate comments he
Last Updated : 2023-02-22My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 16 her penthouse, his hands
Two bags on her left hand as Monica struggles to keep her footing to the floor when she notices Ava sitting with two freshly ordered black coffee with no sugar. Monica's smile beamed to her rustle into the bag. Coming to a halt she huffed and sat on the chair. "Oh my fucking god! Finally seeing the most beautiful women in my life again." Her eyes squeeze in excitement as she cups her hand. "How are you?" her laugh gets her as she shakes me "oh, oh, I'm more than fine. Would you like to offer me some of your time?" Monica asks blankly.She works up her excitement as she takes a brief look at the menu and sets aside the coffee cup she ordered. She nods and takes out her laptop to show her penthouse outlook. Monic9 mouth hangs open as the designed kitchen and bathroom shows up and her eyes catch a two pieced man who appears to be two times taller than her. He holds her hand in his. Somehow he looks like Julien. Broad shoulders and the way he walks over the sofa and in front of the wid
Last Updated : 2023-02-22My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 17 hope
Monica's eyes tracked each road down. Her eyes never left the sight of the black Toyota car which was following. She turned to face Julien and soon their car was parked at some backside of a backyard. Between two buildings it's a huge bungalow surrounded by two sizes of bodyguards and press media. Monica hated cameras and reporters who nudged themselves to get information of every detail a man or woman is working for. They question them on their own ability.He peered out the window and hell, all the Italians, the Russians, even the fathers of the church came to the charity. Cabs honk, as they are parked into the parking lot and his eyes search for Monica's ability to move around with the cocktail dress she wore. It wasn't the quiet impression of a man to have his first woman stand out into a crowd of gentlemens who starve for blood, sweat, and tears. They enjoy the bodies of filthy animals to cry for mercy. She doesn't have to know the truth does she?Before they can jump to the hote
Last Updated : 2023-02-22My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 18 make love to me! [1]
The way to the home Monica was silent and so was Julien. He didn't even ask her what was wrong with her while she was making vomiting noises inside the bathroom. She was angry that he let another girl touch him like she owns him rather than her. As his car pulls over to their house Monica steps outside to breathe the air. Her suffocation has nothing with Julien.He steps outside of the car "get in the room and sleep" . He sounds as disappointed as her the moment she was. She jerked up her chin to find him rumbling his keys from the pocket. She marched towards her room having Julien on her back he huffs, sneezes when she steps in front of his room turning to face him he arches a brow to her. What she was doing was not in her control and it's only for today. She had way too much to drink. She had barely gotten over his smirk as he stepped into the little distance between them.She takes a step back when he says "are you telling me that you are sleeping in my room?" Oh god, he is so anno
Last Updated : 2023-02-22
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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage Epilogue
As they both share a passionate time.“Princesse, please.” It’s a beg, Monica will admit, but it’s growled with deep hunger. She flips her hair over one shoulder, putting her weight onto one arm to take Jackson in hand. Standing him upright, she aligns herself with him. “I loveyou, husband,” she says sweetly. “I love you, wiiiiife.” Jackson means to return the sweet words, knowing it will get her off as much as it does him, but Monica sinks her bliss down onto him, taking all thought and word formation skills from his brain. Engulfing all of Jackson in her warmth and wetness, she begins to move, sliding up and down his shaft at an unhurried pace. Jackson murmurs to her in French as he pinchens and plucks her nipples, reaching between them to circle her clit with his thumb, and lay a sharp smack to the flesh of her hip. Tobias once told Monica that a man has three women—his wife, his mistress, and his whore. He was the lucky bastard who has found all three in onewoman. Monica was eve
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 173 Altar to his future
The reception was full of laughter, dancing, and magic. It must be magic because nothing else could bring that big of a smile to his bright bride’s face. Monica was on the dance floor with her bridesmaids. They were swaying andmoving, lifting their hands in the air as they sing along with the music. “She’s beautiful,” Jamaica grunts from beside him. “Congratulations.” Jackson looks over at him, taking a slow sip of his scotch. “Watch it,” Jackson teases. They have made peace, with each other and their pasts, not letting them affect their precious futures. In fact, Jamiaca was doing much better now, working an apprenticeship in home construction with plans to become a project manager one day. He grins back. “What can you tell me about her?” Jackson follows his line of sight and chuckles and he sees Claire from the coffee shop that Monica prefers. Monica insisted that they fly Claire to France for the wedding. “Good luck. Just don’t fuck it up, or that one will eat you alive.” “That s
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 172 prayers
His expression was like he had too much on his head already. He grew beards and had an manly scent. Not that she was still attracted to him. But his expression told her that he was not happy with the life he was living. The knowledge of breaking the news of getting married with Jackson had filled Julien with false hope and accusations that she can always come back to him if she wanted to. She can still have a half portion of his heart and stay there for his and hers little boy's sake. “How do I look?” Monica asks her Mom, glancing down at her beautiful dress. “Gorgeous,” she says, on the verge of tears again. “Are you sure you are not going to be cold, though?” Hopefully, she holds up the lacy shawl she found online for her. Once upon a time, she would have heard that as a way to say she doesn’t like her dress or as a critique of the timing of the wedding, or even a question about whether she should be getting married in the first place. Now, Monica takes it for what it is. “I’m no
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 171 Dreams and dreams
“I already gave some to Simon. You got yourself a good one here.” Monica's mother's gives Jackson a smile of approval as she fans herself playfully. “I think I’m the fortunate one to have captured Monica's heart,” hereplies, looking deeply into her eyes. Monica thinks Mom flat-out swoons at his poetic words, French accent, andgrumbly voice. She was pretty sure she hears her whisper to Jacqueline, “I think we are going to be grandmas soon if he keeps saying things like that.” “Mom!” Monica exclaims aim, flushing brightly in an instant. “Oh, I’m only teasing,” she says. She turns to Jacqueline and Nora. “Has she told you how she struck out from our little town, with nothing but piss and vinegar in her blood and a dream in her heart? I was so worried, but this one . . . you can’t tell her a thing!” Monica's mother goes on to tell Nora and Jacqueline how she had worried about her being in the big city, had waited for her to come home with her tail between her slender legs, and how proud
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 170 Across the knowledge
Most of the models are local to NYC, but she had lamented that her Amour mourning dress was meant for Jeanette and that she was sad she would never get the chance to walk it. So Jackson secretly surprised her by flying Jeanette in to do it. She was not wishing the show away, but she truly can’t wait to see Jeanette strut in that gown. No one can do it justice the way she can. Monica swears, she blinks and the time flies past until she was standing backstage with Jeanette in the voluminous black gown. “Remember, slow. Eyes forward.” Monica demonstrated the defiant gaze she wants on Jeanette to have, tackling the future with strength after the loss of love. “Pose, small smile of hope. Then back like a queen.” “Slow. Strong. Hope. Queen,” she repeats clearly. Her English has gotten much better. Monica's French was improving daily, too, from listening to Jackson. “Tue cette piste, fille,” Monica tells her, snapping her fingers. Jeanette looks at her in surprise. “Oui, I will kill the run
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 169 love bites to moon
Molly pushes Monica's shoulder. “You would bust ass to get as much done as possible, and then leave to ‘work at home’ or ‘visit the park for inspiration’ and come back the next day with barely anything else done since you left.And you would have a dreamy smile on your face.” Molly makes a vacant-eyed, open-mouthed smiling expression that Jackson thinks is supposed to be what Monica looked like. Jackson did that to her, he thinks cockily. Katarina nods, agreeing. “We thought you had found a French Romeo, and then we saw Jackson wearing the same necklace you had started wearing. It didn’t take much to put one and one together.” Beatrice adds quietly, “We were a bit worried for you, as he has quite the reputation. And it didn’t seem to be helping you in the competition. We weren’t concerned about that until . . .” She trails off, and he knows that his aunt turned that particular screw to get Beatrice to do her bidding. “Okay, so no hard feelings?” Monica asks them all. Molly leans over
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 168 A life of assurance
“I should have told you,” she whispers back. Monica pushes at him, nearly shoving him out of his chair. “Get up and hug her, or I’m going to have to do it, and I’m not getting snot on her jacket. It’s too fabulous for that.” Jackson gets up to come around the table, and for the first time in he doens't know how long, he enfolds his aunt in a hug. Jackson knows it’s been long enough that he have forgotten how thin she truly is. And he doens't think he have hugged her when he have been taller than she is, even in her power heels. How long ago must it have been since they embraced? It must have beenwhen he was truly a child, before he was a teen growing inches seemingly overnight. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs into his chest. “Me too.” They sit back down, and he looks to Monica, silently asking what she thinks about his aunt’s request for a fashion showplace. They have a conversation consisting solely of raised and lowered eyebrows, pursed lips, and smiles. Finally, Monica turns back to J
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 167 Pure truth
She has let that go and is looking toward the future. With Jacqueline, Monica was only concern is him and his little feelings. He squeezes her hand tightly so she knows how much he appreciates her. “Yes, well . . . I guess . . . when I found out that you were gallivanting all over Paris together, I will admit that my first thought was that you’d seduced Jackson to improve your chances in the competition.” Monica points to her own ample chest. “Not a gold digger, just so that’s clear.” Jacqueline nods, accepting that fact now. “At the time, though, it made sense. It wasn’t the first time.” She looks to him for confirmation, and Jackson grunts in agreement. “There was that idea in my mind. But also, if the reverse were true, that Jackson had in fact pursued you” —she flicks her eyes to Monica this time— “I felt like it would be doing you a disservice. I didn’t want you to be distracted by him and miss out on your opportunity, because I know what something like this could mean to a youn
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 166 Love is so cruel
They sit in folding plastic chairs at Jackson's folding plastic table after he closes his laptop. In the awkward silence, Monica can hear the loud buzz of a drill every few seconds as the crew hangs new drywall. “What are you up to, Jacqueline?” Monica was not doing niceties or waiting for her to launch into a practised speech. She wants to throw her off, make sure she knows that they were not under her thumb and have no problem calling out her game play. She has come all the way here to talk about something, after all, so may as well not delay. She presses her lips together in response but gives in. “The reactions to the fashion shows have been quite exciting. Perhaps you have heard?” Monica doesn't look at him, but Jackson stays quiet, and something Jacqueline sees in his expression must give her pause because her nostrils flare. “Or maybe not. But the media buzz has been quite positive. For House Corbin and the designers themselves. Seeing as two of the designers are from America,
