All Chapters of My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"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

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

"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

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

Monica and Julien barely ate at the table earlier the night. She was already full by eating ice cream so Julien was sitting beside her sipping vodka with some wasabi filled rice. The next he realised that she wanted to get out of the noisy party. He also needed to get back to his office there was a stack of paper scattering all around his office and room which were waiting to be checked and some of them needed to be written again off before the Palestinians reunion. And almost forgetting about daily visiting to Catelina. He barely made it back home when Monica was fast asleep on the back seat with a comfortable night gown which was like a glove sticked to her curves and hips and her slender arms. She was beautiful no doubt for a minute. In his eyes, she is just forced to him. He was forced to look at her. She wasn't the type who will tempt him by wearing a skinny dress to reveal her luscious body and her chest. He was glad that she didn't wake up to find him this drooling over her sl