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
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
Monica has been lying on his bed for an hour and certainly she doesn't regret the decision as Julien takes shower and gets ready for the bed in a white shirt and grey sweatpants. Holy shit! His erection was big. He adjusted his pants a few times remembering that men are built like that and they need their head to be calm in this business world. Monica's eyes snap to his face when he finally climbs on the bed a few inches beyond her reach and she turns her face to have her fill to freshen up. And remove her goddamn tight dress.He doesn't protest when she runs her fingers over the midsection of his wardrobe to find an oversized shirt and black shorts. Oh hell to her! Now you know when she was nineteen and had only shirts and long cargo pants or sometimes sweatpants. So insecure to feel her legs shine under his lamp. Before adjusting her clothes to the side she took off the tight gown and placed it on the floor outside of the bathroom. She doesn't like ruining her dress. After showeri
Taking part in a new company is so troublesome when you the one recruiting someone. "Sir, the new employees are ready for the discussion." Sarah, Julien's assistant says as if her presence isn't enough to start his day bad. Talking about bad he was quite excited to want to know about what she is doing was right now? Monica sits on the chair with tons of sheets and papers of this semester. Her replacement was not found. Archer has been helping her since the day she arrived there. He took all the papers and kept on checking it few times. He takes break to get to his wife as she is six months pregnant. He grins wider and peers at her closely, trying to see through her weak mask. "Heard your husband is a CEO? How does he work? He must be committed to work doesn't he?" Think. Think. Shit. How can it be so tempting that he is the second thought of her mind? "Uh..well, he does seems like." Her mother has always been a calm and quiet person as for father too! Her sister is the only one who
"Should I turn on the heater of your room?" Monica doubts that he will disagree with the fact that this room is freezing cold. She doesn't want to fight for his room preference if he doesn't want he doesn't have to.He nods to her. Agreeing to his response she turns the heater as after a quick minute the room was quite warm. Her night gown was enough to cover herself. Her hands gone still when Julien pulls himself beside her bursting into laughter. His hoarse voice makes her want to curl her fingers around her stomach. She glanced up to meet his amused eyes "what's wrong?" Sure enough he founds it funny that she will sleep here with him."I just…. I kicked someone out of the company for a silly reason because he was an asshole." Her mind wasblank. What did he just say? He kicked someone out of his company? Why? But for one reason her mind can't figure it out that he was an actor earlier this week so what's all about the company thing? Oh. Hell. To. Her.She sat at the edge of the bed
For the past five days, Julien's confusion rose to a final decision that he needs the job to progress. The night he told Monica all the insecurities he had made him look at her in a different manner. She was gone when he woke up. But the heat of the bed made him groan.Sitting by the kitchen counter Monica finally exhales the ragged breath she was holding while writing a resignation letter to the professional job. Her mind travelled through the memories she had with all of her colleagues and her students. She was happy. Julien didn't speak to her after that night. We had normal family gatherings and barbecues, and an outdoor picnic where her sister came with her date. They were so young and full of delight.And so on they acted like a couple making hard to progress the life given to them. "Hey" he whispers. Monica jerks when his breath fan on her earlobe. A growl escapes him. "You seriously planning on giving them your resignation letter?" Where does those talkings come from? They ar
"I think we should have the discussion over your body right now." He laughs, grabbing Monica's right arm. She has never been so lucky to listen to his little chuckle. She turned to find him amused. Something in his eyes tells her that he is rather relaxed than other days around her. Julien trails his chest to her back and his grip tightens around her. He hasn't been this relaxed since the winter took over them. His mind was zeroed and no longer Catalina existed. "Now then what was all about your body? Are you insecure?" He placed a hand over her shoulder to relax her unwanted uneasiness building inside her. She needs his attention after all the time they had. And willingly to give her. He quite didn't find his own feelings but he is sure she doesn't have a clue that he was making an effort to this unwanted marriage.A soft moan escapes her. "You are hurting me." Soon her eyes dropped to her right arm where he was grabbing her with all of his human strength. God, this isn't a sin to b
Julien had all his meetings in the morning with Monica getting up without him beside her as she tried to coil herself into the sheets as she watched her trip over his shirt that he pulled off his body yesterday night. Her eyes zeroes as she looks up to him. His chest heaving with sudden nervousness. He knows she will be nervous too. His hair has been messy since he got up early to cuddle with her but making a first and such a bold move would make him a fool out of it.Monica fists the sheet between her fist when she finds Julien completely naked as he gets up and types something on the phone and then his eyes snaps on her covered shoulders. He had a grin on his face. His hands snakes up on her waist as he inhales the little breath he chose to exhale. His face lits up as her eyes catches him dragging his body down to pickup his shirt. "Don't worry, yesterday I was feeling a little hot." His voice hoarse from sleep. It makes her want to listen on a loop. He has such a masculine voice
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
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
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
“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
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
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
“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
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
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,