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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 9 Just another night.
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
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 10 two to count!
Monica was fast asleep. She had her hair tied in bun but her body was shivering. Julien was glad to know that she was weak to even get up and cover herself. When he returned to her side she slid into the thick blanket which was laid outside. Her eyes were shut as hell. Her cheeks was hot, admiring her was the last thought in his mind but what was his fault? That his father asked him to get her pregnant as soon as possible then only the share of having the rumours around him will kill its way. The more he thought about it the more he got less sleep. He soon changed into a thin shirt which was see through. He slept like a log after he laid himself on the soft bed. In the morning, Monica's neck was soar. The bun which she made somehow to keep her hair in one place. But it failed as her sleeping positions kept on changing as the night passed away. Beside her a hard yet soft muscle was found for a minute. She recalled that she was sleeping on the bed of Julien's room. Then only she found t
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 11 Her body, his mind.
Julien's knuckles charged up to the sandbag in front of him as he saw a silhouette of Monica standing by the door. It was evening so he thought to do some work by staying at home. But all of everything he seem to can't shake off the naked image of Monica's body from this morning. His sweat was mixing with his repulsive breath yet he kept on punching the sandbag to drain out his ignorance for the fact that she fucking lived inside his boundaries. He failed to show up at the hospital leaving a message and flowers at the hospital. He just can't see Catalina in her dead bed while he show up feeling that he have to get married to someone else and he was already dealing with his foggy images of yanking her life and breath through her dark hair. His observation peirced through the thin sheets of curtains as Monica stepped in and he was already alarmed of her presence as she curled her fist on her dress that she left to dry off this morning before she got to her room. A rough, panting, and
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 12 the momentum
Monica climbed out of the bed wearing no makeup or styling her messy bun. The rest of the day she sipped coffee and made sneaky phone calls with other professors, each of them congratulating her on her new marriage. The moment Julien came into her room she stood draping her arms around the chest. She looked here and there as he paced through her room coming at a halt when her eyes clashed with him. He didn't wear spectacles. His eyes were dark and the light of the street lamp reflected in his eyes. He is so beautiful.A frown played on his lips. "You cried?" A little shake of Monica's head made him talk more. "I see your eyes red than the blood I will have to smear out?" She turned around to brush her hair as she heard the stomping sound. Her heart was beating so fast that it was almost hearable to her ears. She can feel his eyes on her. It's full of rage. And she don't want to turn around and look at him. As she tried to step back two muscular, strong hands caged her by the wall. His
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 13 office time or honeymoon time?
Sitting on the sofa and maintaining a good, straight posture was almost next to impossible when Julien saw Monica swinging her hips in the air as if she wanted to put up on a good fight with him. His spacious kitchen was feeling like it was stuffed with her colone and her sweet make-up. Her plump red lips was juicy just like a pair of her juicy apple. Her dress was not high enough to make her hips visible but Julien's imagination was running wild.The next moment he was on his feet and she still was sitting on the stool with the same posture. His one hour conference call was over. He rolled up his sleeves and marched towards the empty stool. His eyes drifted to her explosive cleavage. As his mouth left a soft grunt "what are you wearing?" His voice was shrill. Her eyes widened and she turned to face Julien. Her eyes were fixed on his sleeves as her lips parted to speak "I have an appointment. With the chief of our college" his mouth felt dry to her response. The thought that she was
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 14 is it my punishment?
Monica didn't mind to dress in an apple green off-shoulder dress. Her heels hurt from the pressure of walking around herroom. Her hair grazes on top of her hip curves as her eyes fluttered open with a soft sigh. She practically know that she have disobeyed his request but that's all she can afford for his gloomy attitude. She debated with herself whether to go with the white dress or the green one. But she does the complete opposite to annoy her by choosing the green one. Soon, the sound of the boots came to her ears as she sat with her face straight.His glare made her jump but she didn't. Monica sat there chanting the only prayer she knew. God helps her to turn into ashes. "You didn't wear what I requested" his voice gave her a hint of whiskey talk. He can't even handle two glass of whiskey? What he can handle is his obscene behaviour. He tugs his phone into his pocket as Monica ignores his existence. "I owe an answer, sweetheart!" She nearly topple with the way he calls her even if
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 15 she will pay!
Monica had way too much alcohol after all it's not like Julien cared but she was dozing off. His eyes shot up to look at her face. He can tell she was feeling tired. She looks back and forth between them. He swears the way she was looking at them was uncomfortable in the room. The smell of alcohol made her uncomfortable. Julien sighs. It's going to be a long night. He locks his phone and musters up a smile to show her. Her eyes flickered over his face. "What?" Her voice drowned in liquor as his smile grew more. A laugh bursts out of him "you are drunk let's take you to the room" as he stood to carry her to the bedroom.Her smile wobbled as he ordered Aunt Perry to carry her to her bedroom. After spending five months on the project with the same team he was going to be promoted to the HR position. It was necessary. His eyes shot up to the email from his director as he drank his whiskey before reading it. Julien's fingers cracked as the email reads that 'due to so many hate comments he
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 16 her penthouse, his hands
Two bags on her left hand as Monica struggles to keep her footing to the floor when she notices Ava sitting with two freshly ordered black coffee with no sugar. Monica's smile beamed to her rustle into the bag. Coming to a halt she huffed and sat on the chair. "Oh my fucking god! Finally seeing the most beautiful women in my life again." Her eyes squeeze in excitement as she cups her hand. "How are you?" her laugh gets her as she shakes me "oh, oh, I'm more than fine. Would you like to offer me some of your time?" Monica asks blankly.She works up her excitement as she takes a brief look at the menu and sets aside the coffee cup she ordered. She nods and takes out her laptop to show her penthouse outlook. Monic9 mouth hangs open as the designed kitchen and bathroom shows up and her eyes catch a two pieced man who appears to be two times taller than her. He holds her hand in his. Somehow he looks like Julien. Broad shoulders and the way he walks over the sofa and in front of the wid
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