Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

Angeline nodded, and she just sighed, "I don't want to force them to find what I want." The Luna had been sweet since this morning. There was no reproach or practiced scorn on her face as she looked at her. She listened to what her mother-in-law had to say and responded with answers that would satisfy the woman. And Kiara knew Macaine didn't regret spending time with her daughter-in-law, Angeline could position herself to be a good conversation partner. They passed by one of the stores, and from the glass display in front they could see that the clothes sold inside were all for women. Most of them were light dresses with delicate materials, and the patterns seemed to suit all seasons.

“And let me remind all of you of something.” She pointed at my outfit. “The outfit she’s wearing, as simple as it looks, is probably worth more than all of your clothes right now, combined! They are custom pieces from top-tier designers made for her comfort. All courtesy of Alpha Craig.” Keegan’s face darkens. His jaws and fist clenches, but my focus right now is on my clothes. I look down at it like I am floating. “What?” I ask silently while trying to focus and keep myself composed, not acting as if I’m on fire and changing my clothes in an instant.

Complimenting Maddy's clothes was just a ploy to see if she would comply and she had taken the bait. Allison was beautiful, black and baggy clothes or not. She looked good even in them. Looking at the expensively dressed ladies who were going into the mall, I wondered what Allison would look like in their clothes. I was sure she would be a vision in a pretty dress. My thoughts were with Allison and I did not notice that Maddox was talking to me until he tapped me lightly on my arm. I dragged my eyes away from the door, half expecting Allison to come through the doors in a rage at the sight of the girly things sold here.

Allison talked over the door wearing the clothes that I gave to her last night. “Yeah,” I nonchalantly replied before returning my attention back to my closet.”Why don’t you just help me here.” I invited her then I just saw her right on my side stuffed my heels inside one of my bag. No wonder why she moves in as fast as that cause she’s my former secretary. “Almost done.” Allison presented me 5 bags full of clothes, heels, designer bags and make ups come up in different brand and colors. “Okay, I’ll just change my clothes.” I replied and brought my clothes inside the closet room. This is the clothes that Hadrian bought for me and I wore on our engagement day. This is I think so far is my fav

Someone bolder. The wardrobe came next. Allison practically flung dresses and blazers at me like she was exorcising my past with every changing room door slam. "We’re not doing safe anymore," she said. "No more taupes. No more oatmeal. We’re going red, we’re going silk, we’re going goddess." I walked out of that store in a white jumpsuit that hugged every angle and made me feel like the lead in a story I hadn’t written yet. I wasn’t her anymore, not the Jacqueline who waited on texts, who sacrificed her career and her silence to build a fantasy.

he muttered, immediately taking a step back to create some space between them. Allison waved a hand dismissively. "No, really, I wasn’t looking. I must have bumped into you," she insisted, tilting her head slightly as if to appear genuinely concerned. Christian nodded, but his mind still felt unsettled. What were the odds of running into Allison here? His gaze flickered over her from head to toe, taking in her appearance. The dress she wore clung tightly to her body, revealing more skin than necessary. It was low-cut, short, and designed to attract attention.

The dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and the deep blue color brings out the lovely flecks of gold in her warm brown eyes. A red hue spreads on Allison's cheeks in response to my words, crawling up her ears. She looks up from the hands resting on her lap and turns her gaze on me. "You think so?" she asks. Really, the sort of questions she asks, as if the answers aren't obvious. "Of course I do," I reply. "You should dress like this more often, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable." She ducks her head shyly, biting her lower lip. Golden blonde hair falls in a shiny long curtain over her face, hiding it from view.

Arya collected the bag from the woman and left the store right behind Allison who was busy going through her phone. “We’ll go and look for a suitable dress,” Allison said when they approached another high-end store. “This store is owned by my family’s company, meaning that everything here is basically free,” Allison said while she took a seat on one of the couches by the side of the store. “Really?” Arya was shocked to an extent. The clothes in the store were beautiful and unique. She could tell that if a middle-class person wanted to buy it, they would have to think it through for a week, let alone her who was at the bottom of the barrel not too long ago.

"Don't force me to lift you and tie you here." Did he just threaten her? She got angry at him. Selena held her hand softly. "I have prepared everything for you. Please come with me inside." Selena took Allison to a big room. So many clothes, cosmetics, facial tonics, and so many things were arranged there. "First, let's choose your clothes." "But I am already in my clothes." Allison replied. Selena skimmed her gaze to her clothes and shook her head. She was in tights and a loose long top. The color combination did not match at all.

Tristan whines about how there’s no loyalty, but follows us to where food is being prepared. Allie and the girls come back out and fuck me. She is in a silver dress with a slit like the red one, but her back is almost entirely bare down to just above her ass. It is held together by thin straps criss-crossing her back, but does nothing to hide anything. The front plunges a bit to show a hint of cleavage, and the sleeves drop from her shoulders just so. “What the fuck.” The rest of the guys have finally caught sight of their mates, who are dressed as Allie. My mate catches my eyes, and I cannot even complain when they light up as bright stars when she sees me. She hurries into my arms, and kis