Caitlin Clark Dress Novels & Stories

But all throughout I can feel Kaitlyn's eyes on me which promise me that she saw the fear in my eyes and she will do everything in her power to out me. Honestly, I'm in deep shit. *** Before I know it, it's the night of the charity gala. I don't know what to make of it considering all that what went down with Clinton. I think to myself as I brush my hand over the exquisite Faux dress that Eleanor designed for me. Her brand 'Faux' is a worldwide sensation, so wearing a one-of-a-kind dress by Eleanor herself always makes me feel like a celebrity because apparently, Eleanor always loves to dress me in her clothes.

Claire nodded and excused herself from the cook. She looked very aggrieved and sad but said nothing about it. 20 minutes later, Claire came out of her and Gordon's bedroom. Wearing a professional suit pant, a button down top, her hair was styled into a ponytail and long earrings dangled from her ears. Her short heels clicked on the stairs as she stepped down. Claire had impeccable dressing sense, she had walked into the huge closet and got filled with excitement seeing all the clothes she could wear and style to her satisfaction.

Very Claire. I shake my head. She groans. “Fine, fine.” She digs again, then pauses with a glint in her eye. “This. This is it.” She pulls out a deep emerald green satin dress. Mid-thigh, spaghetti straps, open back. Elegant but bold. I blink. “That’s… actually nice.” She grins. “I know. Try it on.” ~~~~ Time flies. One second, Claire’s rummaging through racks, and the next I’m sitting in her room with her leaning over me, brushing the last bit of highlighter on my cheekbone like she’s prepping me for a Vogue shoot.

"I can, but I am not looking for a mate, or in your case, a sugar daddy, Alpha. So you are the one that needs multiple dresses that day; I would not even come if it were not to support you and do my duties as the Luna." She scoffed, "So many excuses; go put on the dress already, mate or not; girls need clothes." Claire shook her head and grabbed her dress. Stripping, she wore the pink and red princess gown that flayed at the waist. "Wow, this is this" she commented. "Yeah, it is so beautiful," I chipped in. "Thank you. Are there corrections to be made to it, stylists?" She asked in a way that I could not guess if she was being sarcastic or not.

They didn’t speak, only offering her polite nods as they laid out the garments on the bed—a delicate blue dress Claire stared at it, her heart sinking. It was a dress meant for display, for showing her off as some prized possession. But what choice did she have? Refusing would only provoke Don Linus’s wrath, and she needed time. Time to plan, to think, to figure out if there was a way out of this nightmare.

The tailored navy dress exuded confidence and professionalism, while the subtle hints of lace added a touch of femininity and allure. As she slipped into the dress, she couldn’t help but remember the events of the previous night—the way Aiden had touched her, his fingers igniting a fire within her that she had never known existed. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, a tantalizing reminder of the passion and intensity that awaited her. With trembling hands, Claire fastened the buttons of her dress, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. She smoothed down the fabric, the soft material clinging to her skin in all the right places, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the

Claire, seven months pregnant, was a menace with an unlimited spending limit. "Claire, you'd be arrested for public indecency," I deadpanned, shaking my head. "Boo," she pouted, tossing the leather scrap back onto the display table, and then she gasped, "Mads, try this!" she handed me a stunning dress in midnight blue silk, simple, but cut low, designed to hug every curve I had. I took it, a genuine thrill running through me. "Okay, this is cute." "Exactly! And Adriano will lose his mind, which is the whole point of the punishment!" Claire winked, already moving on to accessories. She found a pair of massive, geometric sunglasses and perched them on her head.

which was what he saw in Grayson Hunter's eyes when she fixed his tie —hence why he was so mad at her. Kathleen picked out a emerald green dress from her closet, it was a Roberto Cavalli dress, the first designer she had in her closet even though it was the cheapest thing in the store. She could remember coming back from work and seeing the huge bright sign at the town's square, then she spotted the dress and knew in her heart that she had to get it.

Claire was already dressed in a revealing red dress which hugged her body perfectly and highlighted her perfect curves. I told her that I didn't want to wear a dress but she cut me off with a cold glare which could have sent me six feet under. Now she was rummaging through my wardrobe for a cute dress. "Shut up, Darren and Brian can't see you like that You have to wear something good for them to make googly eyes at you." I rose up from the bed to glare at her back. "Shut up, I don't care! I'm not wearing something just for someone to see me."