Aot Sasha Blouse Novels & Stories

Alice was wearing a simple black dressed and hugged her tightly and made her ginger hair stand out dramatically. Sasha was in a strapless red dress that was tight around the torso and flowed to her knees. She had paired it with black heels, but they weren't as tall as Brooklyn's. Violet had just finished her makeup and changed into a floor length, dark blue dress that had crystals covering the breast. Her long hair flowed down her back and she slipped into a pair of small heels. "Well, girls, we look hot," Sasha said as she stood up from her bed. Brooklyn agreed. Her new friends were all very different, but they looked stunning tonight.

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.

Stamina Simon knocked on the door of Holly and Sasha's flat -- the sixth floor up in a very chic, expensive apartment block. After a short pause, he heard footsteps inside. The latch of the door clicked. As it swung open, Simon had to fight not to gasp. Sasha was no longer wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt. She was wearing a tight white crop top that covered -- well, almost nothing, Simon thought. From her soft, beautifully tender-looking neck down to perhaps an inch above her nipples, her creamy white skin was fully exposed, with nothing but the shoestring-wide straps of her top holding the fabric in place. The lucscious swell of her tits drew Simon's gaze irresistibly, and he couldn't st

“Okay, this is insane. Jace, you’ve been hiding this from us? You’re officially my favorite boss now.” Sasha rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly excited. She had swapped her usual suits for a breezy beach dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her blonde hair falling loosely over her shoulders. Leo’s gaze lingered on her a second too long, and Sasha caught him, smirking knowingly. “Eyes up here, Leo,” she said lightly. Leo flushed. “I wasn’t…..” “You were,” River said flatly, dropping into one of the seats. Leo groaned. “You’re no fun, man.”

She looked at me and said, "Anthea, I spent two whole nights making this. I hope to see you wear this on the aisle tomorrow." I almost laughed out loud at her shameless request. Instantly, her face filled with grievance, her voice trembling pitifully. "I know it doesn't look that good, but it comes from my heart." I looked at Gary and asked, "Do you wish for me to wear it too?" Gary looked conflicted. Looking at Sasha's aggrieved expression, he said, "This is Sasha's sincerity. I mean, compared to the other generic wedding dresses, this is quite refreshing."

“But you said fabulous. You said pink.” “Yeah.” Sasha’s eyes drop briefly to the belt, then lift back up. “But not this.” She turns her gaze to the rest of the room, sweeping it like a slow searchlight. “You all should do better. And take note — whatever you walk out in, you wear for the rest of the day. So choose wisely.” She waves a hand. “You can take your seat, Masha.” Masha walks back to her spot without a word. Sasha turns back to the plate. Her fingers dip in. She pulls out a folded paper, opens it, and her eyes lift. “Pristina.”

She glanced at the blouse in her hands before smirking, clearly pleased with herself. “Oh, Kaia,” she drawled. “Didn’t see you there.” I clenched my jaw, willing myself to stay calm. “Summer.” She looked me up and down, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in my outfit—a tailored blazer and fitted trousers from Blaze’s personal designer. “Shopping on your little allowance?” she asked mockingly, holding up the blouse as if inspecting it. “This doesn’t really seem like your style. Too expensive for someone like you, don’t you think?”

“No thanks.” He walked off, leaving me with the echoes of disagreement. I wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed before the sound of approaching footfalls distracted me from my tablet. I craned my neck and sighed in annoyance when I found Sasha leaning against the door frame, with a malicious look in her eyes. Her blond hair had been packed neatly in a ponytail and her tall, alabaster skinned legs were visible under the knee-length, blue dress that accentuated her curves. Seriously, where have I seen her before?

My eyes were fixed on Sasha, who walked towards me, her gaze darting from me to Ashley. "I knew I was going to find you!" Sasha smiled, her jaw clenching tightly as she fixed her gaze on mine, scanning me from head to toe. I was dressed in a black flare gown that ended just above my knee. "I wonder what he saw in you!" Sasha smirked "What are you doing here?" I snapped, my jaw clenching hard as I took in her whorish attire, a short fitted gown with her that had half of her boobs out

“Storm, sweet girl, I’m so sorry, I’ll try my best to fix it.” I step out of the car and almost stumble as I see Sasha walking out of the bar, anger flares in me, “what the fuck is she doing here?” I watch as she gets in her red flashy sports car and pulls out of the parking lot. I fix my skirt, yes, I’m wearing a white pencil skirt with a black and white ruffle off the shoulder blouse and 3 inch heels, it’s an outfit Ava pulled together from her closet, don’t judge me okay, I’m trying. I walk with determination right through the club and into the office.