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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 31 u are my universe!
"Catalina, we need to get back, you know you need to rest.""Julien, it's the first time in four years I've had whiskey. Why are you making me feel like you don't want me to have myself act like a brat in front of you." Julien was quite for a while. He got up and sipped his drink and kissed her forehead. "You are not a brat anymore. You are my universe Catalina." The words were like a ball of fire in his throat but somehow it made him so slow to respond to her. Catalina sobbed and hugged him tightly."Julien, it was all my fault that you ended up with a big scandal up on you. And your father didn't like me at all. You had your mom's support and not your father's. I understand that I am not the best choice you could have but it's better than everyone else's. Isn't it?" Catalina knew how to seduce Julien out of thousands of people. She was fearless and hopeless. She caused him so much trouble yet she wanted more trouble to bring and not only did she make an open confession but also a cr
Last Updated : 2023-03-05My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 32 Monica is missing?
The next morning Julien found that Monica wasn't in the house. He asked all the maids in the house they didn't see her. Her room was empty and some of her papers were all over the table. Some of her clothes were still there but still the room was empty. He was sweating. He barely got sleep as Monica left his room without any exchange of replies. Julien tried to call her but her phone was switched off. He knew that he shitted himself by saying all the truth to her. He was drunk she was crying in front of him but he couldn't do a damn thing to ease the pain he caused to her and himself.Next Julien thought that's he might end up leaving this city so he got in front of the airport and there was the beautiful women standing with her luggage. Julien's eyes were on Monica and it was burning a hole from his intense gaze, but he catches her moves everytime she goes anywhere. He was angry with her his jaw tightens and he takes a sit distant from Monica's he keeps his eyes on Monica without bli
Last Updated : 2023-03-06My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 33 I fell for him
After some hour Ava sent a car for Monica to pick her from the hotel. She really was heartbroken from all the things he said to her. She was fragile and craving for the long talk from Ava. She can only rely on her and her understanding. They drove around until she reached to Ava's house. She felt no problem getting into her house. The soon she rang the bell Ava rushed out and hugged her so long that it was suffocating for her to even breathe. "Oh my god look at you, you are looking so pale Monica came inside. I even ordered chicken wings and whiskey so you can have as many glasses as you want but first you need to take a hot shower and relax for a bit. Until I get done with the dishes." Ava says, her voice high and frightened even to her own ears. She got into Ava's room and got her change. Her hair wet and her neck covered with the small towel. Ava already started to set the wine glasses and the plates for both of them. They both sat down and looked at eachother. "The thing is I had
Last Updated : 2023-03-07My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 34 can you trust me?
His words were no help for healing my broken heart. It made a whole our of it the second he stopped talking. Those were lies in front of her. He was too selfish to share love with her. Catalina is someone who would act tough without actually being tough. They were together for so many years so now won't be a problem for him to get back to her. Will it be? "It will be better if we talk this out at home. Get some rest." He says quietly. Monica was long gone from his office. She took a cab and headed straight to Julien's penthouse. She knew he was going to work overtime. It was already evening, she was sitting on the couch being all nervous. Her hands were sweating and she was so stressed to face him. She decided to call him instead of texting because texting him will only make her feel like she was so scared to talk to him. When she dialled his number, the phone rang for a second before he answered. "Hey? Oh my god. Sorry sir, he is a bit drunk." The call was cut off and certainly it w
Last Updated : 2023-03-08My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 35 I like you!
After replying to about a billion emails Julien looks at the clock, he can hear the house music of the club pump, it’s ten to nine, still early in club time, however, he has no idea what time Marcus was planning on arriving. Shrugging out of his jacket, he removes his tie and fold the sleeves of his shirt up as he walks out of his office. His glare grows as Monica prepares the table for them. She has her hair up in a bun and looks the prettiest as always. His arm flexes as he groans with the hunger he was having. "I hope Marcus will come within an hour. That bastard might be stuck in traffic. Thanks for preparing the breakfast." Julien says as his hangover still hasn't recovered. Monica didn't give her answer last night. She fell asleep after making him sleep. They fill their wine glasses and get started with their breakfast. "Have you slept enough?" Julien asks Grunting, she relays what little info she knows about her mind, “Yes. What about you?" He looks at her for a moment with a
Last Updated : 2023-03-09My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 36 Aaron or Catalina?
"Sure, Mr. Arnold will understand once I talk it out with him. And the next thing that you mentioned about Mrs. Janice, I don't care if you can make the arrangements quite well." Julien says while clenching his fist. He was pissed with Aaron's words towards Monica. One thought makes him smile, looking at Aaron he says, “youknow what? You’re right, with any luck she'll hate it and not want to go having any business with us again.” Julien raises his glass in a cheer as he walks back down the other end of the bar to pay a visit to the only woman Julien has his eyes on. Somehow the arrival of Julien Monica doesn't seem to recognise him. But she serves some early customers. He turns back to watch on the door again and almost choke on the drink he was attempting to swallow. Standing in the doorway is a fucking angel. Long, blonde, wavy hair, curves in all the right places was Catalina and Aaron was trying to have some words with her. She stands there in a red dress looking every bit a fif
Last Updated : 2023-03-10My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 37 Seconds to their relationships
Not even three seconds later Julien's phone vibrates in his hand, he doesn't bother opening their messages. Looking in the mirror Monica audibly shrieked at the reflection staring back at her. Raccoon eyes much?“Jeez, no wonder he was staring," she mumbled to herself. She makes a quick work of doing her business, washing her hands and face before picking her phone back up and opening up the Uber app. Julien walks back out of the bathroom to find Mr GQ standing at his desk, at least he thinks it’s his desk, he looks like he belongs here. Realising he was staring at him again, he looked back down at his phone. “I’m just going to call for an Uber for my wife. She needs to get back to work. Then we will be on our way, thanks for whatever it is you did for me last night.” Last night Catalina got hurt while driving and she texted Julien to console a doctor for her. “No, she has been in our check for several months but I came with another business here.” he says staring straight at Julien
Last Updated : 2023-03-11My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 38 his mother
Julien takes off out of the carpark and into the easy Saturday morning city traffic. Until they reached the hospital. Julien took her hand and headed towards the fifty ward to see his mother. "Oh I'm so sorry girl, I didn't intend to make you work and come here." His mother moans while taking her into a hug. "What are you even saying, I have to come honestly. You are my mother after all, not only his." Monica turns her head towards Julien who smirks at her. They got home safely as Julien talked to the doctor over phone and made sure that his mother was kept under watch. Julien points to the sofa. “You can wait here, I’m just going to run upstairs and shower real quick.” Julien follows Monica's gaze to look up at the narrow staircase before looking back to her. “Sure thing." She heads towards the sofa. Now only she realised how big his house was. The pool outside the mansion has its own gleam.Julien comes bounding down the stairs in a pair of his black trousers and a white tee shirt.
Last Updated : 2023-03-12
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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,
