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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 42 a final decision
Monica wakes up alone in Julien's bed. Reaching over, to feel his side of the bed is cold. He must have been up for a while. She debates just closing her eyes for a few more minutes, but mother nature is calling. After going to the bathroom, she finds Julien’s discarded shirt from yesterday night on the floor. She puts it on and roll the sleeves up a little. Her dress was lying on the floor. Her lips held a soft smile. As she remembers that Julien just kissed her earlobes and she was out for the rest of the night. She decides that it covers enough of her, she means the shirt stops mid-thigh, it could almost be a dress. As she walks out insearch of Julien. She finds everyone in the living room, everyone being Julien and his big brother Dean and with some secretaries to be precise. All eyes swing her way when they hear her walking in. As she searches for Julien's eyes and all the men sitting there with the suits. His rage burns a while into his shirt that was now covering her body. Dea
Last Updated : 2023-03-16My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 43 whisper of hate!
After a long ass day finally Monica was sleeping quietly while Julien was away for some business matters. His scent lingered through the house when she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a robe. Her lips swollen and feeling a little bit of her mouth being dry. As he slips into her bed and sleeps off for the night. “I’m taking it you’re not a morning person, sunshine?” His deep voice vibrates behind her as she hums soft moans. The buzzing next to her head starts up and she groans again, turning over and burying her face into his chest. “Make it stop,” she pleads as she snuggles into his chest, and what a chest it is. As if she wasn’t trying to fall back to sleep, she would have the energy to give this chest the attention it so deserves. It’s smooth, wide, solid and smells all of him. Monica inhales deep, not even caring if he can tell that she was shamelessly sniffing him. As she feels his arm reach across her before he settles back down. “That buzzing you’re so intent on stopping i
Last Updated : 2023-03-17My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 44 boundaries
In the morning Monica decides to have a girls day with Ava “I’m going shopping with Ava and the girls today,” Monica says to Julien who has shock written all over his face. Turning, she says to the girls, “give me ten minutes to get changed and I’ll be ready.” Then a funny idea came to her. As she giggles and turns back into Julien, she gives him her biggest smile. “Can I borrow your car today babe?” the 'babe' word her tongue sounded so little. If she thought Julien’s face showed shock before, it has nothing on the look he has now. As she hears him coughing and spluttering in the background. Julien stands there stumbling over his words. “Uhh babe …umm … well … you know …” He’s looking for a way to say no. She was not going to help him, she just stood there and smiled sweetly. Ava was laughing so hard she rolled over holding her stomach. “What’s the matter Julien, cat got your tongue?” she teases. As he glares at her throwing daggers at her. As Monica gets dressed in a peach dres
Last Updated : 2023-03-18My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 45 his agony
It’s December in New York, it’s bloody hot out. “Thank you for driving us, I really appreciate everything you do for me, you know that, right?” Julien tilts his head. “Yeah babe, it’s my pleasure to do things for you. Are you okay?” “Well, I feel a little bad about making you think I wanted to drive your car. You looked really stressed out there.” He wraps his arms around Monica's waist. “Sunshine, I love you, so damn much. I wasn’t stressed about you driving the car; and I know this will sound irrational, but I was worried about you being out without me. Especially right now, when we have no idea what Dean and his people are capable of.” Monica nods and she gets that he would be worried about her safety, but that stress was definitely more about his car. She raises an eyebrow at him silently. After a minute he relents.“Okay, maybe I was a little worried about my car too. Butthere is not a shadow of a doubt that I love you way more than I love that car, Monica.” Laughing, Monica rea
Last Updated : 2023-03-19My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 46 happy hours
“Let’s get you out of the mall and when I tell Dean that you are going to drive my car." As they exit the mall, Julien was looking forward to seeing Dean's face. “Why? Spare that poor guy's heart will you?" Monica looks at him like he has lost his mind, because if he thinks Dean could be anywhere and not be noticed, then he for surehas lost the plot. Because a minute laters she heard Dean telling him that he was going to get a run for his urgent calls. “Doubtful,” Monica says as they exit the lift into the parking garage. They have been in the mall for two hours and she still have absolutely no idea what she can get Julien for Christmas. It means, what do you get the guy that has everything? “What about socks?” Sarah asks, unable to keep a straight face. On the call. She is really having her best life in Germany. “Socks? You want me to get the hottest man on earth socks for Christmas?” Sarah glares at her before telling. “I object to that statement. He may be in line for number 2,
Last Updated : 2023-03-20My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 47 the news
As the time passes by and everyday is working hard to earn money for their life Julien chooses to hold a private press conference as to involve more paparazzis this year as he wanted to see if the culprit comes to his conclusion of making himself a victim by sneaking picks and writing his scripts down for a fake news. Julien makes sure that he have enough bodyguard standing by for taking his instant orders. He also conducted ten more bodyguards in front of his house. Tyler, his personal assistant and driver for the protection of Monica. Monica has been throwing up since she was left on the bed alone earlier the night. Or she had food poisoning? Julien couldn't come to a clear conclusion. It never appeared in his head and something was off. So he set two more cameras in her room. Monica took two weeks off. For god sake she looked pale and almost like a lost child. Julien holds his breath and pushes through the door of Monica's room. "Good morning, sunshine. I got meat stew for you. It'
Last Updated : 2023-03-21My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 48 Catalina who?
After sitting in the store for two hours the salesman comes with the paperworks to Julien “All right Mr. Tedd, it’s all ready. One red Mercedes-Benz G-Class G63 AMG, in the name of Monica Tedd. The car will be ready for delivery on the twenty-second of the month.” At first, he was told that he have to wait until February for thecar, it’s the middle of December now. When Julien not so kindly informed that he would be paying cash and that he expects to have a car delivered prior to Christmas day, the salesman almost shits himself. He came through though. They always do when they realise you have money. Julien figured that he would put a big ass bow on it and call it a Christmas present. She can’t reject a Christmas gift, can she? “I just need you to sign here, and here,” the salesman says, pointing out where Julien needs to sign. “You’ll need to leave a twenty percent deposit today and the rest will be due two daysprior to delivery.” Pulling out his wallet he hands over the black car
Last Updated : 2023-03-22My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 49 bastard
As soon as Catalina texted back to him telling that his wife received something more than her name. About some tombstones. "Hey, Bray what's more there?" "Uh, a picture of a tombstone." “Whose tombstone was in the picture, Bray?” Julien asks, needing more information. “Look, she’s okay Julien. I’ve got her right next to me, actually she’s so close to me it would probably give you a coronary if you saw.” He’s probably right, but he also knows he’s trying to distract him from the situation. “Bray, do me a favour and send me a picture of the piece of paper. Keep her fucking close, I swear if anything happens to her …” Julien lets his sentence drown off, because the thought of anything happening to her is inconceivable. “Okay, I’ll send a picture. See you when you get here, bro.” He hangs up before Julien can reply. Bray sends the picture through straight away. The moment he zoomed in on the image, his blood went cold. There are two tombstones, one older looking one, he can barely make
Last Updated : 2023-03-23
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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,
