All Chapters of My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

As they both stares “Are you serious? You told Jacqueline to keep her nose out of your business? The Jacqueline Corbin?” Monica asks. “Well, when you say it like that . . .” Jackson shrugs casually but grin at theamusement in her voice. “I did manage to stay mum about what her previous warning led to.” The reminder is intentional, a distraction from Jacqueline and from theprocessing Monica is still doing about the show. She taps her chin, teasing him. “I forget . . . what happened after that?” Jackson growls, bringing the phone closer so she can only see his handsome face. “We went on an adventure that ended up with your ass pink, your pussy wet, and both of us exhausted and satisfied.” “Riiiight,” she drawls out. “I do recall there was a little something like that.” She was now provoking him on purpose, reveling in it. “Take your shirt off for me.” The command is full of heat and sex, and he can see Monica catches her breath, enthralled. Before her hands can move to her shirt, she

Next to Tobias is Jackson. She tries to keep her eyes moving, not staying locked on him for too long, but she can’t help it. They both had a private breakfast in her apartment yesterday morning, using her bed as a picnic space and then for its intended purpose. And she doesn't mean sleep. So it’s been less than twenty-four hours since she has seen him, but she feels the need to touch him, kiss him, greet him in some way other than standing here acting like she doesn't know his deepest secrets and darkest desires. He was wearing a three-piece black suit with a Wedgewood blue shirt that was open at the neck. Monica also knows that he has one extra button closed because there are fingernail scratches on his chest and a tiny bite mark on his shoulder again. She doesn't have any bruises from yesterday, but let’s say she won’t be sitting down too much today. She smiles politely, making sure the friendliness extends down the entire line of the entourage..“We have something exciting to presen

“But it doesn’t have to be this way. The great British actor, Charlie Chaplin, in his wonderful film, The Great Dictator, said, ‘We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness—not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.’ And it is true. So I come before you tonight because I believe in my heart that there is goodness within our collective hearts. That we can make a difference, each and every one of us. That while we might not be able to change the world overnight, we can do something tonight in the lives of the children of the Sun Orphanage.” Jackson clears his throat. “I’m a simple man, one of business, not creativefanciful dreams, but I can imagine a world where there are no hungry children. A world where . . . where the cruelties of fate doesn’t mean that a child has to grow up without hope. Where

“Father,” Tobias says, taking a big breath that feels like he’s fortifying himself. “Glad to see you made it.” He sounds quite the opposite, actually. The man reaches out a hand to her and Monica takes it. “I’m Monica, nice tomeet you.” Instead of answering her, the man speaks to Tobias as he clearly looks her up and down, undressing her with his eyes. “Isn’t she quite fit? Good for you, my boy. And a fire crotch at that!” “Excuse me?” Monica exclaims, ripping her hand from his. Tobias, she was about to kick his dad in the balls if he doesn't do something! Monica shoots the message, loud and clear, with her eyes to Tobias. Judging by his expression, he hears her and isn’t the least bit surprised by his father’soutburst. Monica remembers hearing Tobias on the phone with his dad but had hoped that was some version of ‘guy locker room talk’. She can’t believe his dad is actually saying these things out loud to her. Well, not to her, but about her to Tobias right in front of her as tho

He smooths the wrinkles of his shirt harshly with his palms and then spits out something in French that she thinks roughly means ‘fake’ before turning and storming off. Jackson grabs her hand, pulling her down the hallway the opposite way from where Jamaica went. He tries a door, growling when he finds it’s locked. "Jackson?” Monica asks, not sure what’s going on. He was so angry. She really thought he might hit Jamaica. Not that Jamaica didn’t deserve it, but still . . .On the third try, Jackson finds an unlocked door and pushes her inside, slamming the door shut behind them. He was panting hard, and when he flicks on the light, she can see that his eyes are bright and wild, and they were in some sort of small linen closet. "Jackson?”Jackson's pulse pounds in his temples, his rage barely held back by more pressing matters such as Monica’s safety. When he came around that corner with plans to surprise Monica and heard her plea of ‘no’, he saw red.His vision actually blurred, and whi