Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

Chapter Eighty One - Casual Date "It's just a casual date. I shouldn't dress elaborate, right?" Allison asked herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a white shirt and blue bell bottom jeans with a pair of high heels. Her hair was packed in a ponytail giving her both a laid back and sassy look. "Whatever. He saw me yesterday so I don't need to wear a dress again. This is okay" She assured herself. "It's okay. You look beautiful enough already" Grandpa Fisher said as he came in with the help of the maid.

*** Tuesday: Vanpett Corporation: 11:35 am. Summer and Allison are both seen in the office. Summer was wearing a royal blue chiffon shirt and a black micro mini skirt. When you are the boss no one dares question how you dress. The shirt was tucked in by the side, she was wearing a black high heels boot which was above her knee. Her hair was straight and in a ponytail. Allison on the other hand was wearing a pink gown and a black flats. Her hair was also up in a ponytail: "What's the analysis for the day?" She was seated on her desk.

The lady groaned frustratingly and her slim hands started punching Aaron's muscled chest and wide shoulders, totally unamused by his reaction. By now, Arthur could clearly see streaks of orange and yellow goo, presumably egg yolk, dribbling on the lady's brown hair and some on her yellow jacket as well. Egg shells were spattered on her head and some were stuck to the front of her outfit. Despite her messy and somewhat dishevelled appearance, the lady appeared to be dressed in a designer outfit, one that had graced the fashion runway at the most recent Spring/ Summer New York Fashion Week. That would explain her anger at Aaron, her new outfit must have caused a fortune.

With style, I waved my hands at this on lookers, feeling so proud of myself. But that moment was ruined when Brielle stepped out of the car in her filthy maid attire. Everyone gasped at the sight of Brielle, gossiping amongst themselves. "What is she wearing?" "That's so dirty!" " Why is the Alpha's Luna in such a messy dress?" They all complained, staring at us. I thought this was going to fill me with delight, but it back fired. They were all glaring at Argon with anger, wanting to know why their Alpha would give Brielle such a dress.

The soft glow from the fireplace behind me painted the room gold, warm enough to fight against the cold outside. Then the bedroom door opened quietly, I turned and forgot how to breathe. Allison stood there in the black dress I had picked for her earlier that afternoon. It hugged her body perfectly, soft satin flowing down her curves while the slit along her thigh revealed just enough skin to make my thoughts scatter instantly. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders in soft waves, slightly damp from her bath, and her lips parted the moment she caught me staring. “Well…” she smiled shyly. “I really don’t know what to do with my hair, so I packed it in a rough bun.”

“And nobody is fucking anybody! I’ll kill him if he tries to touch either of us. I promise you that." “I believe you.” Allison stopped pacing in front of me and rested her forehead against mine. “I’m sorry you're caught up in our bullshit but I’m glad you’re here.” “Me too! We’ll get through this together. Now get dressed!” Brad had an Omega drop off the dresses he wanted us to wear tonight. I’d pulled mine out of the bag earlier and found it exactly as I expected. Practically non-existent. Al’s was no better.

Then, for the umpteenth time, she tried to pull up the bodice of the sexy dress and when nothing changed, she pouted. "But it's too revealing, Ally! My boobs feel as if they're about to pop out at any second and this extra long slit is showing the whole of my thigh!" "Nah, stop exaggerating, Angie. It's just half of your thigh on display and your boobs look just perfect. Besides, what's the harm in looking smoking hot once in a while?" Alicia wiggled her brows, making Angelina roll her eyes just as they heard the honk of Jeremy's luxurious car. So she put on the black six-inch stilettos that came with the dress and grabbed her black clutch before heading out.

Chapter 15: Nicky "Do you think I look good or are you lying to me because I'm your friend?" Nicky looked like a model who had just gotten out of Victoria's Secret runway. Her long legs, thin body, and completely symmetric face were the perfect combination. And not to mention her charming French accent, she was truly a delight. She was trying a cute little dress and cared about Gigi's opinion. Even though Gigi hadn't been studying Fashion for that long, in her friends' fantasy she was already better than Donatella Versace herself.

Calvin just sat down on the chair outside the room waiting for her. Allison came out a few moments later wearing an orange crop top and a bum short. She turned around as if asking him to judge. "I really don't like orange but I think you bring out the best in it," he said and winked at her. She just smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' before going back inside. She came out moments later with a baggy jean and a loose Red top with black writings. "How about this?" she asked excitedly. "I think you look good in everything," he said seriously. She nodded and went back inside. She came out again wearing a loose purple gown reaching her mid thigh. Calvin smiled and nodded appreciatively making her sm

She was about to go forward and argue with the clerk, but Renee stopped her. "Calm now…” "If I tolerate this, then I would eat shit!" Angrily,Allegra pointed at two clothes casually, and said, "I want the small size. Wrap them up for me. I don't even have to try them!" "Allegra, are you crazy?" The two clothes she casually pointing at were both over one million euro. Anger…really was a devilish feeling! The clerk was surprised when she heard this. She immediately changed her attitude, and put on white gloves to pack the clothes.