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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 67 she is okay
A man dressed in black stops and squats down in front of Monica. "Monica, it’s okay. There’s an ambulance on the way. Just hold on, okay?” he says as he cuts her wrist free from the rope. She doesn't know who this man is. She doesn't know how he knows her name, but right now she doesn't care. "Julien, I … I …I need Julien,” she pleads with whoever this stranger is. “He’s going to meet you at the hospital, it’s okay. You’re safe now." She hears the sirens getting closer and she lets go. Closing her eyes she gives in to the darkness and let it take over her. Beep, Beep, Beep. Oh god, someone shut off the damn alarm. The noise continues, her eyes flutters open slowly and she takes in her surroundings. The smell of antiseptic, the beeps of machines, the chill in the air. She knows that she is in the hospital. Confusion wrapsaround her brain. Is she at work? Why is her head pounding? She attempts to lift her arm but a burning pain pauses her movement. “Argh,” she groans out loud. “Sunsh
Last Updated : 2023-03-28My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 68 Monica is pregnant
The doctor continues, “my guess is it's early, the scan willtell us more.” Pregnant. Pregnant. She is pregnant. How did this happen? Of course she knows how this happened. She smiles at that thought. Then something lingers in the back of her mind. “Why don’t I remember what happened?” Monica asks the doctor. “You were injected with propofol, you were asleep for most of your ordeal I believe." She nods her head. Well, that explains why she can’t remember anything. “Will that hurt the baby?” she asks the doctor, as she does Julien looks up to the doctor while squeezing her hand. The doctor shakes his head. “No, the baby should be fine. Let’s get the scan done and find out how far along you are,” hesays with a reassuring smile. Monica was about to thank him but before she can, Julien breaks his silence. “Should be? Should be fine is not good enough.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, dialling someone, looking back down at her briefly before the call connects. “Dean, find the bes
Last Updated : 2023-03-28My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 69 a new beginning
"Excuse me!” Monica bumps and swerve through the crowd of people also crossing the street with the light, faking left but then, seeing a hole to the right, she dodges that way instead. “Excuse me . . . pardon me . . . coming through, please.” Despite the overly practised manners that would make her small-town mother proud, she gets stuck behind a man in a suit with a phone pressed to hisear. “No, unacceptable. Call him back and tell him to be in my office within the next hour or there’ll be hell to pay,” he says snootily, sounding like the worst thing he’s capable of doing is making someone persona non grata at the country club in Martha’s Vineyard. She was sure the phone call is significant to him, but nothing is as important as her getting to work on time, this morning of all mornings. She doesn't make it a habit of running late, another politeness Mom ingrained in her at an early age—on time is late, early is on time—but today is critical. Her boss, Nora Jacobs, has a video conf
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"Hey!" Monica says as Julien grunts and says. "Sorry, was in the gym just thought of calling you and saying you that I'm not getting home today. You can have your tune at the shift. And how's Jamie?" His voice made her squeeze her eyes shut. "Ah, he is okay. He is big enough that he doesn't needs his mommy and daddy around. Well, gotta go see you." Saying Monica ends the call. Luckily, the line isn’t too bad this morning and she stands in the back, tapping her foot and wiggling her hips to a tune only she can hear. It basically sounds like ‘hurry,hurry, hurry . . . I need to hurry’ and probably makes me look like I need to pee, but no one pays me any mind. If it’s one thing people in New York City know, it’s to mind your own business. If someone wants to break out into afull-blown tap dance Broadway number, complete with striptease in the middle of the morning coffee rush hour, you keep your head down, not seeing a thing, and your hand on your bag. “Hey, Carrot Top! I’ve got your o
Last Updated : 2023-03-28My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 71 past
Monica was back into the door, pushing it open with her butt, and joining the morning rush of people on the street once more. She makes it to the corner and go through the glass double doors simply marked Jacobs in a beautiful gold script font. Nora’s storefront has a smallselection of off-the-rack options, but the bulk of her work is through custom designs and the few boutiques she works with directly. Inside, she was hit with a bustle of activity as assistants run back and forth to set up racks in the conference room. “What’s that for?” she asks an intern. “Backdrop scenery for the call. Nora’s early morning, brilliant idea,” he replies, never pausing. In the conference room, Nora’s presence is commanding as she gestures and gives orders to the people scurrying about to do her bidding. At five feet eight in her bare feet—not that many see her that undone—she’s sharplydressed in a white pantsuit with a custom hand-embroidered rose on the lapel of her jacket. It’s her own design, o
Last Updated : 2023-03-28My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 72 a nice move
Jacqueline’s still talking. “I’d like to invite Monica to Paris, to House Corbin, for a month-long contest of sorts with the other finalists. It will be all-expenses paid, of course, including flights, lodging, and materials. Some of the other young ladies are not currently associated with designers, but seeing as Ms. Tedd is on your roster, I felt it only proper to notify you first.” Monica is shaking. She has managed to sit up, at least, but she is still on the linoleum floor and there are interns looking through the glass on the side of the room in concern. She flashes them a shaky smile so they don’t barge in to rescue her from herself. Nora smiles, well aware of her shock. “Of course. I’ll be sad to lose Monica for a month . . . or more” —she tacks on with a wink— “but I know she’ll be head over heels at this opportunity.” Is she seriously making fun of her at a time like this? She was going to kill her. After she kisses her for making her apply in the first place. “In fact, J
Last Updated : 2023-03-28My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 73 Paris downtown
She has already downloaded an app to start learning and another to do translations. “I’m gonna be fine. This is an amazing opportunity for me,” she tells her, wishing she could understand what this means to Monica. She’s supportive, or she wants to be, but sometimes her fears come through in ways that sting and hurt. Her dreams are so much more than hers ever were, and she has adifficult time relating. She want to be more than just another Masshole. She wants more than a nice, boring husband, two-point-five nice, boring kids, a nice, boring,hypoallergenic dog, and a job at the local theater doing costume design, which was Mom’s grand suggestion to fulfill her designing dreams after she shot down being a specialty bridal tailor. That’s her dream for her—acombination of her hopes and her fashion interest. But that would never be enough for her. Monica didn't feel like telling Julien anything. Ava face timed her with Jamie as Jamie ignored asking that his father is never going to com
Last Updated : 2023-03-28My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 74 fart or snore
Actually . . .that’s not all snores. Monica thinks he just farted. She glares at him as though he’ll feel it in his sleep. Seriously? If he just launched a deadly dose of methane inside a metal tube with recirculated air, she was going to suffocate because she can’t escape to the onboard bathroom with her feet still asleep. She rolls her ankles with more intention, because now that she has thought about it, she really could use a trip to the restroom. A glance at Turkey Neck has her doing some mental gymnastics about how she might get around him and out into the aisle, but she comes up short of any reasonable possibility. She is ready for this flight to be over. As bad as it’s going, she mostly want it to be over so that she will be there . . . in Paris! That’s the thought that’s been playing in her mind, over and over, with every mile. She was going to design in Paris with House Corbin. It’s utter madness, and excitement shoots through her, fresh once more. Hours, and a few more fa
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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,
