Allison Argent Clothes Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.