"Are you ready for the evening interview?" Julien stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel around his waist. Monica took a thorough look at his muscular body, her desire for him excruciating, "Yes, I'm done with the preparation for the act," her voice slow and quiet.The wet strands of her hair grazes over her shoulder as she dries them by sitting in front of the mirror. Julien doesn't look her way. He goes through some files and then returns to his black tuxedo to wear. His bicep curls and twitches as he gets dressed and glances at her. Monica's face burns up as he stands behind her. They make eye contact for a whole minute when he turns back and suddenly says, "Hurry up, we don't have the whole day." He marches out of the room leaving her.Monica hears the growling of the crowds gathering on the first floor. The clicking sound of the cameras made her ears filled with the idea of the number of questions they are going to ask them. A gentle knock on the door made her flinch a
With no doubt Julien looked forward to this day. He practically ignored her for days just to keep his boundaries from her. He knows that this was not her fault. This marriage was fake for him but not for Monica. They had all those sweet interactions between each other when his ex-girlfriend didn't even get to know the depth of their love life.Pain flashes over his face as Monica takes off her heels and sits at the edge of the bed. "Monica…..""I don't want to be here for another night." She takes out her suitcase and starts packing her clothes. She doesn't turn around to have a talk with Julien. Her hands are working fast. Julien locks the door as he glares at her pace of hands. Her back stiffens as she turns to him. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are as blurry as Julien's heart. Julien mustn't feel any pain out of guilt and relief. His eyes bulge at the sight of her crying face as she tries to hide it from him.A gentleman would never let a girl sleep around a motel or some other p
Monica grunts in pain when Julien squeezes his fingers around her waist. She struggles to keep distance as his mother gets up and kneels down to take out a piece of envelope. An invitation. Julien doesn't take his eyes off of Monica as she leaps on her feet and clears out the table.Essentially, today Julien had a ceremony to attend. His phone rings as he doesn't bother to answer. Monica stills as his mother snarls back at him to get going outside and there is something they want to talk about. Monica's hands stills. Very slowly, she grips the edges of the counter so tightly her knuckles turn white. They both step out. Turning to face them Monica eyes shot to the man standing behind his mother. She quickens her pace back to their room. She wants to get away from him and from this imagination he cocooned her into. She pulls away when a vase from Julien's bed side plops onto the floor with a bang and cracks its opening to her. Messing up the floor. She kneels down to pick up those piec
Monica gets up with a headache as she tries to clear her vision. Someone was sleeping beside her. The bed dips and growls of men echo the whole room. She turns her head to see Julien sleeping shirtless. His back at her. Feeling sick. She gets out of the bed when a large arm drags her to him. He grunts and strokes her with his big palms. Monica couldn't restrain herself. Her body was fragile. She barely can move to the bathroom to get ready. Suddenly, she remembered that she fell asleep after having her dinner. She looked here and there and back at the floor. The blood stains were not there and the pieces of broken vase were all cleaned. Julien groans as he mumbles in sleep. "Why don't you have breakfast first?" His voice hoarse from sleep."I will. If you let me go first I can take a quick shower too." Monica mutters to him. He doesn't let go rather he tightens as he inhales the scent of her burying his face in her neck. "What…..what are you doing?" Monica panics, she has never seen
"What are you……" Julien trails off the sentence when Monica hands him the ring. His jaw tightens. He inhales the sweet scent from distance and groans "it's the ring. You can keep it. I haven't given you the permission to take it off." Monica settles back in her seat. She felt like her heart was breaking into two pieces."Where are you going?" She finally asked him, her hands trembling with the sudden raw desire to bang it into the glass window of te car. Julien brows dips as he shrugs and says, "with you." The words made Monica flinch as she turned her head towards him. "No, why?" Julien brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and smiles.Julien returns a glare to the driver in a way of telling to get them going whenthe driver bids to him. They gets to the east mansion safe and secure. The luggages gets down one by one when Julien gets out of the car and goes to Monica's side to get her out of the car. He opens the door and spares a glance to the driver shoving some bills out of h
Sitting inside the car Julien turned atleast four pages at once beacause he can't find the right contract to present infront of the company. He deliberately raised his head and looked at the wrist watch he was wearing. The fact that Catalina is getting discharged somehow kept bugging him. The doctors said they need to make rooms for other patients. Catalina had to get discharged earlier than the time expected. He grew tense by the fact that Monica and he will announce their married life infront their own parents. Catelina doesn't stand a chance on marrying him anymore.Last night, Julien couldn't even sleep and the thought that kept him awake was that she cried and didn't had her dinner. She cried over the fact that she was forced to get engaged with him. She knows how this whole world works. Grandfather always supported Julien's opinion but for marrying Catelina he would never be ready. Being a husband whose heart is not with his legal wife. "What you got engaged? And you are stil
What the hell Julien was doing stroking the back of Monica's neck? She froze when the words travelled. She got weak in her knees and felt like rolling down from his hand as soon as it disappeared. She felt his raging eyes on her, even his harsh breath. The pulses of his hands twitching and making him shake. She moved and leaned on his hand when he groped her by the waist and mumbled "you are doing wrong……we are not married yet." The words made her blush. She did not want to go physical with him. She did not want his touch. But did he want to? The second Monica thought he shoved her and soon she was facing him. He was drunk, his eyes were so dark and almost out of soul "You know my colleagues and my best friend says that you are like a thirsty meat…..or rather juicy meat to feast on. But I disagree you are fragile as you look. Poor them, they don't know the truth." The words were so cruel that Monica wanted to slap him but she controlled herself. She fucking did. His eyes were drooling
Looking at the soft and glamourous wedding hall Julien's feet suddenly came to a halt when his eyes traced the beauty some feet apart from her. Monica stood with her eyes down on the velvet bracelet she worn. It facinates him that how well her chest and shoulders do not expose when it's supposed to be exposed to him or the other guys who are probably drunk to some extent. A slow smirk lifted her plump red lips when Dorothy guided her dress from time to time.Dorothy was one of Julien's faithful employee. She always came first in any type of arrangements when it was supposed to be not hers. The next Julien saw Monica's cheeks were crimson red as she was held hostage by one of Julien's friend. Kevin? But he was not supposed to come to this fucking wedding ceremony. The uneasiness led his confusion into rage. The next minute he heard the march of his boots. "Well……well….should've been better if I stayed for more than an hour." Julien can smell his whiskey. Oh for sure! "Time for you to
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,