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I said to him. He only nodded. I gave him a smile, then left. Dante opened the door for me as I arrived at the mall. “Which stores would you like to visit first?” Dante asked. “Can we go to the Dior store first? I need to make an appointment.” “Okay, ma’am.” “Liora,” I corrected him. “Okay, Liora.” If I am going to do this, I will need to learn to be confident. I walked into the store, and all the staff turned to me. I picked up a few items and called over a staff member.

The windows to his moods, sometimes they are the only tell-tale sign. “Then stop acting like some spoiled brat in self-destruct mode, Sophs. This isn’t you. He gestures down my body frostily. The short denim skirt that barely covers anything much when I am sitting this way and the low-cut strappy top that is completely open at the back. I get that he doesn’t like this outfit or any I have ever worn like it, but these were rare finds. I spent hours in line to get this skirt at the recent Dior release. Even if it’s barely a scrap of fabric.

Tossed there like a grocery sack. The vanity gleams with rows of perfume bottles, each one glass-cut and expensive, names I’ve only ever seen in magazines. On the floor, a pair of Louboutins lie tipped over. And because all of that apparently isn’t enough, there’s even a clothing stand by the window with a Dior couture gown draped over it. I’ve seen that exact piece in a runway show online. Price tag? Don’t even ask. Typical. Zeke’s baby sister gets an unlimited credit line, and this is what she does with it.

Luke said, gesturing towards the display. “Do any of them suit your outfit?" Marcelo asked, his tone laced with a teasing challenge, as if to mock Renee’s emphasis on appearances. Renee, choosing not to engage with his jibe, selected a pair of Dior lace ballet flats. Their black-and-white design, adorned with the Dior logo, was simple yet sophisticated. Before they left, Renee turned to Marcelo, seeking validation. "Now, do these match better than the previous ones?"

I loosened the top button of my shirt, freeing the collar just enough to show a bit of my cleavage, a silver Elyste and Co. jewellery dangling on my neck, my skirt ironed straight, hugging my curves, with a black louboutim stiletto heels to match. Dorian's undoing written on paper in the blue paper back file resting on my finger tips. Axel waited in the car like I asked while I went into Dorian's office building.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

Especially now that fragments of the real Isabella's life are coming out to the surface. I walked out of the bathroom, back into my bedroom to apply some scented lotion on my body, just before slipping on the two piece black on black lingerie set I had placed out on my bed earlier. My eyes darted to my wardrobe, where a paired set of perfectly steamed velvet red Dior blazer and matching pants were carefully hung up, as I walked over to put them on, now admiring my reflection in the full length mirror before me. My hair was styled elegantly, with it's bouncy volume framing my face layered with light make up, as I slipped my feet's into my Bottega branded heels and picked up my Loui Vuitton ba

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

“Enjoy” “So, what if Killian finds out? Bryelle kinda looks a lot like him, but my thoughts never went there. How could I miss it?” Diora moaned, taking a sip of her Brandy. Diora was wearing a red, sleeveless dress that hugged her shapely body and perfectly complemented her skin. Diora was the kind of womanwhot drew men to her without trying, not like she ever dried. She had a series of men after her, and she believed in living life while you had the chance to.

“They will answer for what they did regardless of where they run to.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Darius said, his teeth showing in something that wasn’t quite a smile. Kaidora moved to the mat on the floor and lowered herself onto it. She reached beneath it and pulled out a book so old its spine had cracked through entirely, the pages held together by nothing except habit. She opened it carefully and spread it across her lap. Darius and Aurelian crouched on either side of her immediately. The pages were covered in the same script that lined the walls.