Aot Sasha Blouse Novels & Stories

YVONNE'S P.O.V “Is this good?” I asked, holding up the dress for Sasha to inspect, or rather approve over FaceTime. She squinted her eyes at the screen for a few seconds before pointing dramatically. “Yvonne Young, tell me that isn't the exact shade of Clayton Voss's eyes.” I glanced down at the dress in my hands, that particular feeling I've had all night intensified “Maybeee?” “Oh my God.” Sasha threw her head back, a kind laugh slipping out from her “You color matched your man's eyeballs, that's so cute Yvie”

Sasha scoffs, crossing her arms with a smug smile. “Give me a sec.” Kayla says as she gets up from her seat, giving me a view of her familiar bedroom. “Where do you think she went?” I asked Sasha who shook her head. “I have no idea.” “Do you really have a onesie?” I asked, wanting to be sure. She nodded, squaring her shoulders with pride. “Yep.” She said, popping the ‘p’. “Customized.” I covered my face with my palm, laughing. “Do I want to know what it says?”

Sasha ignored the faint pain as she quickly covered her belly and got into the car. As soon as she sat down, the driver couldn't help but glance at her a few times. Sasha understood that gaze. She had always been stunning, often wearing dresses with deep V-necks and high slits. In the past, whenever she entered a room full of men, flirtatious glances would naturally fall on her. She used to see it as a tool for her job. As long as it helped Aidan land a deal, she was willing to flirt a little.

Kaleb replied, his voice teasing. Sasha flushed. "Did you shop yourself?" She reached for the last bag, in which was a black bodycon dress, short and elegant. "Wow, Kaleb! This is gorgeous! How did you guess my size?" She stood up quickly to get a proper look. "Must I go into details?" Kaleb's smile was pure joy. He looked happy watching her reacting as though it was something big. "Yes, please." Sasha bobbed her head. Kaleb rolled his eyes. "Alright? I took your torn blouse and asked the lady in the shop for clothes with similar size. And about shopping myself, it's a yes and no, but no more asking, please."

I sighed before facing the door. A familiar and nice whiff of scent hit my nose. It was my Beta Sasha. I shook my head with a sigh. I wonder why she is here. Or what does she want? I asked myself but couldn't get an answer to it. I shook my head with a sigh as I stared at the clothes that she was cladded in. She was putting on a tight blue gown, it was armless and short. I stared at her breast which wasn't fully covered by the breastplate of the clothes. The tight clothes brought out her perfect curves and shapes.

“You only see Damon and you didn’t even realize it Sasha. This has never happened to you.” He gets up and takes my cup with him to take it to the kitchen. This is the worst shouting I've had right in my life Damon Westwood Sasha opens my office door, 12:25 p.m. Like every day. Her hair is down and very straight, she wears a black lace top tucked into a red vinyl skirt. She turns to gently close the door, letting me admire her beautiful hourglass figure. She manages to be sexier from one day to the next.

Something in her told her that Amanda wasn't lying. Sasha walked into the first boutique she saw. She knew it catered to the high and mighty from how fancy it was. She was no longer in that class, barely able to feed herself twice a day, but she was determined to buy a lovely dress for dinner. A white diamond-made tight body-hugging gown with a high slit on display caught her eye. She immediately moved toward it in awe; the detailing on the breast looked like a rose, and the lower part resembled white feathers. She knew she would command attention in the room with this dress.

Lana~ “Do you have the silver hoops? I need it for my dress, it would look magnificent.” Sasha bursts into my room, already dressed and and missing a earring. My eyes sweeped over her Look, a smile making it was to my lips. "Whoo.” I whistled, watching Sasha’s face burn bright pink. She had a short blue dress that settled just below her ass, showing a lot more cleavage. Her hair was rolled and brushed down, lips coated in red.

Of course like always she was wearing her t-shirt with alexanders face printed on it paired with black jeans. Sasha was wearing a brown pleated skirt. Her top was a cream color camisole then she wore a cardigan to finish the look. “And what about you Sasha?” I said. While waiting patiently for Sasha’s reply I comb through my hair. She replied with “Well there is something that happened”. My jaw and Belinda’s just dropped then immediately shouts “then please do tell”. Straight lock on Sasha. Eagerly waiting on the story that was going to be better than any news flash in the television or radio. “I got a boo…boy…boo...Bo…boyfriend”. She stuttered while saying it.

By now, Sasha had stood up and walked to where he was seated - she turned his executive chair to face her and lowered her head to face him. He almost fainted having her breasts so close to him. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she loosened two buttons. He could see the rich color of her purple push-up bra that held her cup. “You wanted an explanation, sir. Do you want to know why I dress like this? Because I can see you want me. And I can see how much you desire me right now.” “Even though, are you just going to throw yourself at a man who shows the slightest desire in you?”