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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 112 A given?
He drives for a bit, and the whole way, Monica gawks out the windows to visually feast at every tidbit that they pass. She wants to absorb it all, use it as a muse, and create designs inspired by it. Jackson turns into a parking garage and carefully parks his car. They get out, and Jackson takes her hand as they walk out onto the sidewalk. In front of a large cast iron gate, Jackson asks, “Do you know the Luxembourg Gardens? It’s one of the most beautiful places in Paris.” “I have heard of it and seen photos. It’s like Central Park in New York, a pearl in the middle of the city, right?” Monica looks around, already fully charmed by the greenery and statuary she can see. They walk along the wide, sandy dirt paths, taking in the sights. There were people everywhere, smiling and chatting, taking advantage of the weather toplay tennis and basketball and sit in groups in the green chairs among the paths. “Would you like to see the Statue of Liberty?” he asks. Monica laughs. “I have. In N
Last Updated : 2023-04-25My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 113 proud
“It’s something I want to focus on with my designs—making everyone feel they are accepted just as they are,” Jackson says fiercely. “An honorable goal,” he agrees just as fiercely. “But make no mistake, what Jacqueline prefers on the runway and what I prefer in my bed are not one and the same, Princesse.” She can see the fire in his eyes, the possessive appreciation, and it settles some of the concern churning deep in her gut. His words reassure her, and she was able to relax a bit, though it takes a while before she was comfortable enough to enjoy the wine, cheese, and meat again. But Jackson doesn’t seem to notice one way or the other, playing tour guide and telling her about the history ofthe gardens. Though Monica was not sure his stories are in any of the gardens’ literature. “Once, I must have been about eight, would guess . . . I was here on a school trip and we were allowed to rent the sailboats. I chose one in red and green and readied it for entry. There was another child
Last Updated : 2023-04-26My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 114 Show off
“No, I’m glad that I get this chance,” Monica tells them. “Really. I want to learn about all of Paris . . . and Jackson.” They hoot at that, teasing Jackson in French that no one translates, but it must be good because Jackson blushes slightly. The tallest of the boys looks at her with keen interest. “You are . . . most beautiful woman I see.” The compliment is delivered haltingly as he translates in his mind. But he also seems intense, his dark eyes almost diving into Monica's soul. “Aww, thanks. What is your name?” “Jamaica ,” he says, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles much the same as Jackson did. Monica wonders if Jackson is teaching them some of his charm too. “You have made my day good.”“You romancer,” Samuel teases his friend, grinning. Wanting to get onto a safer topic, Monica asks, “What do you typically do when Jackson visits?” “He normally tries to show us athletics,” Raphael says, winking as he adds, “and we let him feel nice about it. He is good . . . for an old
Last Updated : 2023-04-26My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 115 Secrets
“We have a charity event coming up. I will have to discuss it with Jacqueline first because it’s a gala, with the highest of society attending to see and be seen, but it would be perfect to highlight the competition’s designers.There is an auction of donated pieces and vintage House Corbin pieces, even some of Jacqueline’s personal pieces, and the funds are donated to the orphanage.” “Wow, that’s amazing. You are doing so much for the boys here,” Monica tells him, touched. Monica wonders if anyone else knows Jackson’s personal connection with this cause and the way he gives his all, especially to those boys. “I was one of the boys here. For a short period compared to some of them, but it just as easily could’ve been me fighting with anyone who offeredhope because there is nothing scarier than losing hope . . . the second time.” They have made it back to the building, and he pauses at the steps. “This is where my mother left me. Or so I have been told. I don’t have any memories of
Last Updated : 2023-04-27My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 116: A night of mixed emotions
Jackson grabs two glasses of white wine from the kitchen as she watches with a soft smile. “It was good to see you like that. To learn about you,” she calls out. Coming into the living room, Jackson offers her one of the glasses and she takes a sip. “I’m glad you think so because I was afraid that I would run you off. I’m more than a little dinged and damaged under the pretty exterior.” She tilts her head, eyeing Jackson warmly. “Some things are meant to be perfect, like that car of yours. A scratch on it would be enough to make most men cry. But people? I think they are meant to be imperfect. It gives us character, keeps us from being robots.” “Keeps us interesting,” Jackson interjects, smiling at her positive take on his deepest secret.“Something like that.” She takes another sip of her wine and then sets it down on the coffee table. “Look, Jackson . . .” Though she starts the sentence, she doesn’t seem sure of what she wants to say because she stops abruptly. “Uh-oh. Is this the p
Last Updated : 2023-04-27My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 117 Love of the way
Jackson gives her a moment to adjust, to feel him stretch her, but the sensation of her velvety grip on his massive manhood ignites the animal passions inside him that he has held back for so long. In moments, he pushes forward more, sinking every bit of himself into her until they were pressed together tightly. “Oh, my beautiful Princesse,” Jackson says, but then he slips into French as he pulls back and thrust again. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, your pussy stuffed fuller than you have ever felt before. And after you come all over me, searing my name into your soul, I’m going to fill you with my hot cum . . . you are going to be mine.” “Yes,” Monica moans, even though she can’t possibly understand everything that he was saying. She just feels his hips driving into her, the thickness of his cock, the power of his thrusts as he gives her pleasure in a whole new way. “Yes.” Jackson grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head as he speeds up, holding her helpless as he takes and giv
Last Updated : 2023-05-02My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 118 Friends for?
“Check her out,” Molly says, trying not to point to the woman on the other side of the street. She was definitely a sight, wearing eight-inch-high platform stilettos that would make Gaga at her weirdest lift an eyebrow. Tothe woman’s credit, she doesn’t so much as wobble as she struts down the street. “I am . . . in trouble,” Yori says quietly. “Many, many beautiful fashions. But I don’t know Seduction.” She poses with her hands on her hips andexaggeratedly pursed lips. “What is seduction in Japan?” Molly asks. “Girl lay back, pretend to be hazukashii, then make sounds like this,” Yori says before starting to squeak like a hyperventilating hamster on helium. “That is sekushii in Japan.” “Ugh . . .” Katarina groans, and then quickly adds, “No offence.” “No. It’s okay. The pretending is ridiculous." Molly agrees vehemently, “Hell yeah, it is. If you’re pretending, that means you are probably not getting your own Os. Who has got time for that? Do seduction that makes you feel sexy. Who
Last Updated : 2023-05-02My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 119 A thought of pregnancy
“Yeah, sorry. Things went great with those designs I was telling you about.” Monica glances at the other girls, hoping she haven’t been busted. Thankfully, Nora seems to catch on, and she quickly switched from speaker to normal phone. “Monica, is everything okay?” Nora asks. “You can use code if you want. I’m alone here at the office.” “Yeah, yeah. No, those little worries I had about . . . skirt length, I think they worked out. We had our first show and I feel good about it.” Nora makes an unconvinced sound. “Okay, I just worry because I want you to succeed. You’re so talented. Please don’t end up messing up a good thing.” “I hear you.” “Okay, then on to me . . .” She pauses, and Monica swears she can hear her feet tippy-tapping through the line, but maybe it’s static. “I also called because I have got great news. You know all the gas and upset stomachs?” “Uh, yeah. Are you okay?” “Well . . . the doctors figured out what it is. I have got a parasite.” “A parasite?” Monica yells l,
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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,
