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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 163 Paradise
“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
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 164 Burning feeling
Instinctively, Jackson adjusts his arms to put them beneath her, wrapping them up and around her ass. “Ah, Princesse . . . do you wish to be a queen tonight?” Jackson inhales her sweet musk, looking up her sexy body to meet her heat-filled eyes. “May I worshipyou, Your Highness?” Jackson teases, but it comes out too low and rumbled to be humorous. Monica bites her lip and nods. Jackson grips the firm globes of her ass, dimpling them with his fingertips as he guides her pussy to his mouth. One long lick along her seam has her thighs clenching his head, so he does it again, lapping at her juices. “Mmm, delicious.” Jackson traces his tongue through her lips, exploring everywhere he can reach, andthen use it to spear into her, fucking her with his tongue. Monica bucks her hips shallowly, barely moving but using his tongue for her own pleasure while she cups her own breasts and plucks at her nipples. “Suck me,” she demands, using one hand to spread her lips and give her full access to h
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 165 living in pain
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
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 166 Love is so cruel
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,
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 167 Pure truth
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
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 168 A life of assurance
“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
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 169 love bites to moon
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
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 170 Across the knowledge
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
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