Black Dresser Target Novels & Stories

Tonight is my night of getting to meet but I need to stay away from Kelvin no matter what. "This is your dress get ready in ten minutes please don't forget your steps too"She said and nod. "Okay girls let do this"she clap her hands together and walk away. I press the Bluetooth button. "Yes boss?" "How is things outside there?" "Luckily our Target just arrived now with his men's and I think they are having a deal in the club tonight again" "Very much better"I said. "Are you talking to yourself?"a lady dressed in barbie asked and I just stare at her.

"Let's begin the search for the perfect dress!" We glanced through each section, housing different types of dresses ranging from: ball, mermaid, trumpet, tea length, basque and even short dresses. Some of the designs were nice but none of them caught my fancy until we went into the inner section. She didn't complain at how picky I was, because she knew that I was capable of paying any amount. Earlier at the hotel, Dexter had transferred about a million dollars to my account, which almost caused me to swoon because I'd never gotten such money in my life. That was the exact amount he baited me with.

leather panels, sleek wood, and brushed metal accents. A king-sized bed with a tufted headboard, draped in burgundy sheets, commands the space. A walk-in closet displays tailored suits, luxury watches, and polished Italian shoes. On one side, a glass bar cabinet gleams with aged whiskey and crystal decanters. A matte black desk with gold trim holds important documents, a sleek laptop, and a concealed drawer for firearms. Dim, ambient lighting from designer sconces and a modern chandelier casts a warm glow, completing the room’s atmosphere: refined, dangerous, and undeniably captivating.

Alastair ignored him and began pulling plain T-shirts and dark jeans from the rails, anything that looked like it belonged to a man who did not own a trust fund. Alaric, meanwhile, inspected a rack of hoodies with the intensity of a man evaluating art. “Do they sell anything that isn’t grey?” he asked. “That’s the point,” Alastair said. “Grey doesn’t attract attention.” “Dull,” Alaric said, but he added two hoodies to the pile anyway. “For emergencies.” At the till, the cashier scanned the pile and smiled. “Finding everything alright, love?” “Absolutely not,” Alastair said.

Still, she felt nervous, tired, and unanticipated, as if she's entering the gateway to hell. Walking inside, they heard thud sounds followed by a huff. As they walked closer, they saw Dwight standing in front of a target wood board. He's wearing a black v-neck shirt partnered with a black jogging pants with two white straps on the sides. With only a slipper on, Dwight walked backward while looking at his target. He removed the white headband around his wrist and used it to brush up his already wet bangs. He's soaked in sweat. Watching him so immersed, Maxine wondered how she’d see him if only she didn't know anything about Dwight’s personality.

She opened the door of the dressing room, entered, and was surprised to see the dressing room, which was many times bigger than the living room. There were only cupboards made of glass mirrors on all four sides; there was a beautiful dressing mirror that was wall-mounted with drawers underneath; a relaxing sofa was placed on one side; Bella went ahead and opened the glass door of the cupboard. As soon as he touched it, it opened automatically. All the cupboards contained Alexander's collection, including branded shirts, pants, casual coats, leather jackets, countless shoes in the bottom rack, some drawers, ski watches—everything was wonderful.

It had green decorations and it smelled good, it was a 10 points presentation. Before ordering, she decided to read the menu carefully, although she wanted something simple and to have on the go. There were many interesting drinks with extravagant names, Liz found it funny, she loved trying new things. As there were not many people waiting in line, the cashier was extra patient with Liz and her questions about ingredients. She was a cute girl with the two front locks of her hair dyed pink and she was carrying a little pin of a bisexual flag on her uniform. Liz was a nice and natural flirter and thought the cashier was totally into her after talking for a few seconds with her.

So she sat on the bed, trying to make her mind up about tonight, just in case he showed up. Dexter was going to show up. He pulled his black and gray sweater over his head. Then, slipping into his black straight-leg dress pants, he walked to his closet and slid his feet into his Charcoal colored dress shoes. Dexter put on his gray leather knee-length coat, tossing his red and black scarf around his neck. Taesha hurried and gathered her outfit from the closet. She picked out a black thigh-length leather circle skirt with a pair of sheer off-black dotted pantyhose.

Six men, dressed in expensive black suits, marched in. One of them stepped forward, carrying a tray adorned with jewelry encrusted with precious stones, and placed it on the center table. “This is from Charles Hudson for his granddaughter-in-law,” the man announced with a bow. The second man placed a large box next to the table and opened it. “These dresses were designed by the world’s best designer, Austin Bash. They are all size 12 and made for Miss Thompson.” Andrea’s heart twitched. Her dress size was 12. How did Old Charlie know that?

With a new found determination I entered his dark room. If Six came out of his shower early or heard any ruckus from his room he would be here in minutes so I kept the lights off and the door open. Already knowing that there wasn’t going to be any clues on the bed I stayed clear of it and went straight to his large dresser. The dresser was made out of a dark wood and judging by the looks of it it seemed to be pretty old. It was located a few steps away from the door so I didn’t have that far to walk. Easing the top drawer open felt like a bunch of ice chips embedding themselves in my stomach, but I continued on anyway. At first glance the drawer appeared to be filled with shirts and after ra