All Chapters of My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“Uhm . . . well . . .” Monica falls quiet, unable to find the words. “Okay, how about this instead . . . stop me if I’m wrong. He got one look at that twerking ass on day one and was smitten. Chased you all over Paris until he got in your pants, or more likely, got you out of them. He fucked you stupid and sore at every possible opportunity, and you caught the feels. When Chloe pulled her stunt, you went DEFCON Five and blew everything up. ’Bout right?” Monica's eyes have fallen to the table where she was studiously choosing a type of cheese as if it’s a life and death decision. She means, is heartbreak more of a cheddar or a blue cheese situation? “DEFCON One. Five is the best, one is the worst. But it wasn’t only sex. It was . . . more. Or I thought it was.”“Was it the real deal?” Molly asks around the cheese she picked easily and shoved into her mouth. “More real than anything I have ever felt before. More real than what I felt of Julien and having a kid who was barely a living be

“Really?” It was sinking in, and hope is starting to fill her eyes. There was one more thing, though . . . “Really. There’s just one catch.” Jackson grins teasingly so she knows it’s not anything bad. In fact, he hopes she thinks it’s a great condition of this whole deal. “And what’s that?” Monica answers as she runs a finger over the buttonsof his shirt. “You never leave me again.” He was serious, and his tone reflects that. “I don’t think I could handle being hurt like that again. I have been a complete mess since you left.” The confession is ripped from his heart and laid bare at her feet. “I didn’t . . .” She starts to argue, but stops herself as she sees the pain plainly exposed onhis handsome face. “You thought I left like . . . your mom?” His eyes drops to the floor, but he nods silently. “I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. I left because I couldn’t stand the idea of sharing you. I don’t share well,” she tells him forcefully. “Me neither.” Jackson steps in closer to cup

Jackson comes harder than he ever have, forcing his eyes to stay open and locked onto Monica's as he roars out her name. Her body takes all of him, and when he sees her eyes start to flutter, he can't help but grin. “You coming again? What do you need?” She thrashes her head, unable to speak, so he keeps pumping into her as he murmurs sweet words in French. Jackson tells her how he was going to marry her, make her the happiest woman in the whole world, and worship her every night. He promises to put a baby in her belly as soon as she’s ready and tell her that he hopes their children have her red hair and spirit that goes soft sometimes and fiery at others. Jackson tells her that she was the most beautiful woman he have ever seen and that her ass will be the death of him because he would do ridiculous things to hold it, smack it, and maybe someday, fuck it. “Va te faire foutre dans le cul,” Jackson whispers. “You can fuck me in the ass anytime you want,” she answers with a smile. “Yo

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

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