Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

I laughed with him, and after we stopped, he turned serious. “I can never do anything bad to you.” “Sounds like a promise.” He placed a wetless kiss on the crown of my head. “It is.” Clinton brought out two bags from his side and handed one to me. “You should change into this so that you won’t be drenched too much.” I grabbed the bag from him and pulled out black leggings and a sports bra. I quickly put them on, well aware that he was staring at my naked body. Red tints filled my cheeks by the time I was done. He was already dressed as well in black shorts and a black singlet that showed off all his goodies.

Technically, I was and Is was a great idea to just let her assume that and leave me alone but I had ego problems and with an active wolf, This was a recipe for disaster. "No! wait, I just put a robe on." I opened the door slowly, singing to my head that it was only for a moment and how controlled I needed to be if I didn't want to look back and regret this day for the rest of my life. "Hey." I awkwardly greeted when the door fully opened. She gave me a smooth beam and stepped in. "Look at what she's wearing." I regretted obeying my wolf. Maisy was dressed in a cream silk gown that covered what needed to be covered or so I had hoped. The cloth was moist with most probably sweat and now stuck

She asked as she stood up to leave. " No I don't, thanks for asking". Allison said with a smile and waited for her mother to leave before opening her backpack. She quickly put in the breast chest binder she had gotten this the other day alongside a male top and shorts. She was wearing a simple short plain gown and nuisex white trianers shoes. She looked at her hair in the mirror and decided she needed a hair cut. She quickly hurried out of the house with her backpack in hand. She didn't need her mother seeing her and asking her what she had in the bag with her.

The next morning Allison was awake before her alarm went off. She was excited about her and Liam and she couldn't wait to see where things went with him. She looked through all the new clothes she had just gotten with her mom the day before. Her mom had stayed up late and already washed, dried and folded all of Allison's clothes so that she could wear them. Allison picked a pair of light blue skinny jeans with stylish rips on the front of the legs, a black Aeropostale t-shirt and her black Vans. She threw her hair up into a smooth ballerina bun and put a small black bow just above the bun.

She only shops at the most prestigious boutiques in NYC with unending credit at most of the shops on Madison Avenue. “Don’t bother to change,” Allison eyed me up and down as I turned towards my suitcases. “We’ll have the workers at Lululemon throw those away. Or burn them. Whatever,” her lips twitch. “My bestie can’t be seen in those bargain store cast offs.”

he asked. "It doesn't always have to be work all the time," Bonnie answered on my behalf. "I just want to chat a little with my boss. Did Allison tell you she hit the jackpot?" Bonnie asked. "Jackpot?" Stefan furrowed his eyebrows. "Allison McCall made a lovely dress for one of the biggest celebrity models in California. Bravo!" Bonnie said, clapping her hands. "Really?" Stefan asked with a smile, clearly happy about it. "It's not something to brag about," I mumbled with a smile.

Luna nodded, "Interesting, so tell me, if Alex wanted you to be his real wife, would you give up Adrian for his sake?" "Hell no, I will not give up Adrian for anyone," Allison replied firmly. Luna smiled, "Wow! aren't you inspiring? Okay, so I need to go shopping. It's a good thing we still have some money left." Allison agreed, "Yes, remember he spoke about your dressing. You do not want to buy anything that is so last season. Alright, let's go." When they arrived at the boutique, Luna saw clothes that were in Vogue, priced at three thousand dollars and above, "I've already spent two thousand dollars on an outfit. I can't spend three thousand dollars buying just one outfit."

She air-kissed near my cheek and flitted away to greet someone else, her wedge heels clicking on the hardwood. I grabbed a small plate and started loading it up. The bacon-wrapped dates were calling my name, along with what looked like mini crab cakes with some kind of aioli. “Maren fucking Cole.” I turned around so fast I nearly dropped my plate. Allison stood there grinning, holding a Moscow Mule in a copper mug. She looked fantastic—same mischievous sparkle in her eyes, but her style had evolved. She wore high-waisted black jeans and a silk camisole, her hair cut into a sharp asymmetrical bob with honey-blonde highlights.

I'll never know. And the fact that I knew she cut each of their heads off one by one. Help. “Look at this one!” Brianna chirped, holding up a picture of a sleek black dress. “The slit on the side is perfect for movement. And it’ll show off those long legs of yours.” I folded my arms. “The slit is indecent. And I’m not going.” “Oh, yes, you are,” Brianna shot back. “And you’re not dressing like a nun. You’ve got a great body, Aegis. It’s time you showed it off.”

She wore a dark cardigan over it, a dark pair of pantyhose covered her long legs, and a pair of calve high stiletto boots covered her feet. Avery came from the kitchen to meet them. He was dressed in a dark long sleeved dress shirt with a couple of the top buttons undone. A pair of tight fitting black slacks and dress shoes made up in ensemble. The sleeves of his shirt was rolled up halfway. He was in the process of pulling on his dark suit jacket when Allison made her way through. Allison was dresssed well as always. A dark purple long sleeved dress with a matching coat that she pulled on, while they were standing there. Her feet were tucked into a pair of tapered dark colored pumps. The ri