Aot Sasha Blouse Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as I realized the significance of the blouse Isaac had sent me. Carefully unwrapping the paper bag, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the exquisite garment within. It was a high-end blouse, crafted from luxurious fabric and featuring intricate details. The price tag, discreetly attached, revealed that it was triple the cost of the blouse I had stained. The black off-shoulder blouse was a perfect complement to my white coat. Its sleek and stylish design added a touch of elegance to my attire, accentuating my figure with its flattering silhouette. The combination of the two garments created a striking contrast, exuding confidence and sophistication.

The dress might’ve been just an outfit to others, but to Sasha, it felt like her pride was being stepped on. Before she could respond, Eloise leaned over and whispered, “Raise the price. I’ll take care of the dress later.” Sasha looked at her, then pulled out her phone and flashed a QR code. “Two million.” Aries glared at her. “Are you serious? That’s ridiculous!” Sasha gave him a sharp look and smiled. “What? Can’t afford it? Or just don’t want to? That dress was made by a well-known international designer, you know. It’s not something you find just anywhere.”

Just then, the door to the room opened, and in walked Sasha, a stunning woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a form-fitting red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. It was almost see-through. “Knox,” she purred, her eyes locked onto mine. “You wanted to see me?” I nodded, gesturing to the couch beside the chair where my Omega was secured. “Sit,” I commanded. Sasha did as she was told, her eyes flicking to Dala, a smirk playing on her lips. “What's the game?” she asked, her voice husky.

AUTHOR’S POV Anastasia hated how fast the table had turned, This was meant to be her moment, and she had picked the highest designers to prepare for this day. And out of the blue walked in Sasha dressed in an original Sah fashion house design. The dress spoke volume and it didn’t help the questions that were thrown her way. “Anastasia, I thought I had seen you,” Olivia shrieked, reaching out to hug her. Anastasia smiled, a stiff smile that barely reached her eyes, “Olivia, what are you doing here?”

Beta Apollo wasn’t joking. She’s barely wearing nothing. Sasha gritted her teeth and rubbed her hands together as she covered both her breasts. The white see-through dress, embroidered with golden threads, is as good as nothing. Right. She’s a prize to be enjoyed. Tonight, she’s not a shivering young woman who expects to be warmed by two marvelous Alphas. She shouldn’t care if her middle remains exposed for whatever eyes dare to land on her body. She is Sasha Forster, desired by two Alphas. The prize of two Alphas.

"oh my word look who decided to pay us a visit ,if it isn't the cheater himself, too bad the boys I hired did a sloppy job ,but I'm pretty sure your wife to be got the message and I hope she will be okay ,and rumor has it that you two are no longer an item. " Sasha had walked in the kitchen and wasted no time in airing her views. Bryce however had self control, and turned his attention towards Sasha who had colored her hair blond and had green contact lenses on. "Sasha how on earth do you walk in those heels, the Sporty look requires a wedge sneaker, and your wearing that, wow what a fashion mistake, we should call the fashion police or

He headed back to the kitchen for food. He stopped dead when he walked in the kitchen. Sofia was wearing jeans and heels that made her look way taller, not to mention older, but it was the blouse he couldn't take his eyes off. It was the same backless one Sarah had worn at that very first party he had talked to her. Alex walked in after Angel. "Sofia, what are you wearing?" Sofia looked down at her blouse. "What? Sarah lent it to me a while back. What's wrong with it?"

In the end, we were able to enjoy our meal and spend quality time with each other despite my brief work-related interruption. The night was upon us, and I had a heavy case of butterflies, not knowing what the night would bring. Plus, I was having trouble deciding what to wear. I rarely went clubbing these days—my hectic work schedule didn't allow it. I was glancing at my outfit in my white, floor-length mirror when Sasha appeared behind me. She wore her brown hair in loose curls and a red plunging halter dress, which left little to the imagination, along with black tie-up stilettos. “I'm sorry, girl, you’re not wearing that to the club,” she said, giggling.

I corrected pacing around unable to focus my mind on what to wear. "Ohh! Sinister!. You wanna pretend you're okay and going great without him?. Count me in!" She jumped up enthusiastically and paced around with me. I quickly warmed up to Sasha faster than I've warmed up to anything or anyone in my life. She was very chatting and embracing, also very friendly. I even allowed her to help me pick out a dress to wear to see Jacob. We settled for a short black dress with a v neck and straps, I wore slightly high heels just to seem casual and I carried a little white purse.

She tugged the curtains wide, sunlight spilling across the bed. I groaned, shielding my eyes. “Morning enthusiasm isn’t necessary.” “It is when the Lycan King expects you suited and downstairs in ten minutes ma'am,” Sasha replied, tossing a sleek outfit onto the chair by the window. I sat up, stretching, my fingers instinctively brushing over the faint mark at my nape. Sheila’s balm concealed it well, but I definitely will still wrap a light scarf around my neck for good measure. The outfit Sasha picked was simple but elegant , fitted black trousers, a soft cream blouse that hugged my waist, and sleek heels. Practical but… polished. My stomach twisted tighter.