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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 94 a gust of confusion
If Monica were in heels, she would have busted it on this tile floor. Hell, she might still fall in the flats as fast as Tobias was hustling. “Did you know ferrets can get the flu?” He keeps running, keeps talking, not letting her answer. But no, she did not know that ferret flu is a real thing. “It’s a big deal because it’s a working ferret, so he was got to get healthy.” “I’m sorry, did you say a ‘working ferret’?” Tobias laughs at Monica's confusion. “I didn’t know either. He’s trained to run cables through walls. They cut a hole for him to start and one where he needsto exit. Release him inside, and then use a little clicker at the exit, and he will go along until he gets there.” Monica blink, not sure if he was fucking with her. His expression is earnest, but seriously? “Well, I hope he’s okay.” It seems like the safest response. “So do you need me to run cables?” It’s all she can think of based on whatever he was talking about. Tobias blinks, looking at her like she was the o
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 95 a quick exchange
Involuntarily, Jackson's breath catches at seeing her very nearly on her knees in front of him. Is she trying to drive him crazy? If so, it’s sure as fuck working. “Take these off,” she orders. Unfortunately, she was talking about his shoes, not his pants. She assists, pulling the loafers off, followed by his black dress socks. As a model, he was accustomed to dressers helping him put on pieces or take them off. Sometimes, they were fragile, or one of a kind, or they didn't want him bending around and getting things wrinkled. It’s never seemed as intimate as it doesnow. “Put these on.” Monica was holding out a striped sock, and though he was not sure of her vision, he lifts his bare foot and she slips the sock over his toes. He can’t help but Wiggles and she laughs. “Ticklish?” “A little,” Jackson confesses. She looks up, shooting him a small smile. “Your secret’s safe with me,” she vows with a playful wink. She grabs a pair of black leather lace-up shoes and ties him into them as w
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 96 Fantasies
“I’m not complaining,” Jackson assures her. “I have put in plenty of twelve- or fourteen- hour days, interning and learning in every department I could, finding a place where I can be useful to the company beyond my face. But I have to balance both, concentrating on my work mentally while watching my nutrition and fitness closely. Add to that, faking emotions with models I detest, playing lapdog to Jacqueline, and pulling the company, fighting and screaming, into relevance." Jackson realises a moment later that he have revealed too much. It’s just so easy to talk to Monica “Sorry.” “Nothing to apologize for,” she promises him. “Yes, there is. Friday, you were jealous and I didn’t handle it properly. I should have—”“I wasn’t jealous!” “When those meuf came into the lounge, you wanted to . . . snatch a bitch?” he think he was using her American slang properly, or at least he hopes so. Monica’s eyes spark fire, and his was not sure whether she was going to eviscerate him or storm off
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 97 A mistake?
“Oh! Sorry, I did check and figured you would be up to start your day. I’m wrapping up here, late night, you know, but wanted to hear how things are going.” Nora works all hours of the day and night, so Monica was not surprised that she was burning the midnight oil back home. And with them being able to work. whenever and wherever they had like to meet the fashion show deadline, she spent hours sketching last night with fabric samples spread out all over her bed. Her finger one of the riskier selections that she has fallen in love with, a pale pink polka-dot fabric. It could go a bit juvenile, but she have plans for it. “Things are amazing! We officially started yesterday morning . . .” Monica tells her all about this week’s theme, the supply room, Jeanette, and the dress she made yesterday seemingly all in one breath. It was exciting to relay everything to someone who understands how a room full of fabric can spark so manyideas that your brain can not even hold them all at once.“
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 98 A mission for Monica
As Yori glances up. “It doesn’t fit the theme, but I like it.” Monica can see her point. Though it is floral, it was black and gray and would be more suitable for a winter design, or springtime for Goths. “Maybe work with it and play around. If the result is not what you want, you can always cut it out of the final show. You have got to respect your muse, though. Sometimes, she knows more than you do.” “Arigato,” she says, her eyes still locked on the fabric. Monica settles in at her worktable and begins pulling together fabrics for the designs she has worked on last night. At some point, Katarina and Beatrice comes in. Together, but working on their own projects, they make magic happen. They chat about fashion and their families while they work. At some point, when Molly starts growling at a particularly ornery sewing machine, they even have a dance party to break the stress. As bass beats fill the space, they make their own circle, cheering each other on through moves that are more s
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 99 Mouthful of desires
Monica goes downstairs to wait for Jackson. In the courtyard, it occurs to her . . . how does he know where her apartment is? But House Corbin is providing the space, so of course he could find out. Checking her details from their files is a little sketchy, though. Back home, that would be worthy of an HR grievance for sure.The gate opens, and Monica's heart, gut, and ovaries all do simultaneous triple.backflips worthy of an Olympic medal as Jackson steps through, looking like a movie star knockout. The breeze carries to Monica a soft scent of cologne and manliness, a heady, almost feral waft that has her mouth watering even as her eyes feast on his simple attire of a white dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was brushed to the side and he also looks freshly shaven. Not that Julien was any uglier than him. But he failed to be the one for Monica. Elegant is not usually a word associated with men, but Monica can’t think of a better way to describe Jackson right now. He stalks towar
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 100 For both of them
Jackson knows that his city is beautiful, all of her uglier sides hidden by the cloak of darkness and the dazzle of her lights, but seeing it through Monica’s eyes makes him fall in love with his city all over again. Like he never loved anyone before. The need to love her is anything to go by. He turns on music, finding a song every French person knows, La Vie En Rose. “I know this,” Monica says in delight. “It’s the perfect soundtrack for this.” Jackson turns a corner and in front of them stands the Eiffel Tower, lit up in her golden glow. Monica gasps. “Oh, my God. It’s beautiful.” “Millions of people come to see her each year because of her beauty, but tonight, her beauty pales to yours.” “Wow,” she says breathily, her eyes falling to his. He can see the reflection of the Tower’s lights in their depths, and the moment feels heavy with possibility. A car horn honks behind them, and he have to focus on the roadway once again, but he doesn't forget the look in her eyes. As they drive
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 101 A modest evening
Their waiter returns with the first course, and their conversation pauses as the first white wines are poured. When they were alone, Monica seems more in control of herself. “What about you? Is your aunt proud of her internationally famous fashion model nephew?” Jackson dodged the question, which hit too close to home. “I would not say internationally famous. I’m just a minor celebrity within France, especially Paris. Here, I am recognized, but Aunt Jacqueline has done her damnedest to keep me humble because abroad, I'm like any other man.” Monica snorts. “I think you actually believe that, but you are nothing like other men I have known.” “How so?” “We can start with your six-pack and work our way from there if you really need an ego stroking,” she offers. “Six. Pack?” Jackson repeats, his brow furrowed as he searches his mind for the word. Monica pats her belly, tapping in six places. “Six pack, abs, bump-de-bumps, man muffins.” Jackson figured out what she was referring to, but he
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