Cross Sans New Outfit Novels & Stories

In defense of his Mercedes, he argued, this was a brand-new model where his was a couple of years old. Creighton had begged Sandra to change into one of her new outfits before they left the shop, choosing a short dark-blue skirt and white spaghetti strap tank top for her to wear. The top was much more see-through than she would have preferred, showing her white lacey bra beneath the thin material, but she had a matching blue over shirt to wear with it, so it wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been.

She felt invisible, like she was watching a movie instead of being part of the scene. After a few minutes, Cross came out wearing completely different clothes. Gone was the expensive business suit, the silk tie, the polished shoes. Instead, he wore black baggy jeans that hung loose on his frame and a simple black polo shirt. Even his hair looked different, messier, more relaxed. He looked younger somehow. More like the Cross she'd known years ago, before the business deals and the corporate world had made him so serious all the time. "Where are you going?" Samantha asked, though she already knew the answer.

With muffled steps inside the isolated shrubbery beyond the public shelter, Creed stormed through the familiar woods as fast as he could. A slight urgency was buried under his neutral expressions. He had changed his attire from the black blazer to his comfortable hunters' kevlar. Normal articles of clothing couldn't compare to these hunters' apparel. His fingers instinctually slide across the grated surface of the shoulder to discern the microscale weaving on the surface of his brand-new as well as an expensive piece of clothing.

Yuki. His hair was secured in a messy clip, a few strands falling down over his face. He wore no shoes, pajama bottoms, and a frayed hoodie that said "Coffee is My Spirit Animal." He blinked at the XO Team as if in a dream. "Uh. can I help you?" The stylist smiled and said, "You’ve been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime makeover experience by XO. Full treatment. Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Free of charge. Just say yes."

Knox laughed at my state and i wondered what was funny about me mismatching my clothes because i had been in a hurry to pack. Or maybe i was making such a fuss because i had come to give a standard after the Paris fashion week show. How was i going to be dressing crusty in the same country?! “I’m glad my crisis amazes you.” I said sarcastically. “That’s because you’re the cutest. I must say I’m proud that how you dress bothers you. And... baby, your boyfriend is a billionaire. I can buy you a thousand more outfits if you want, or maybe even ask our exclusive designs shipped to us in Paris by tomorrow morning.” Knox replied cockily.

“I have a meeting in New Orleans…regarding a new deal. I will be there for a week. I think you should come with me,” Xavier had said before leaving their bedroom that day. It was a warm enough evening that Cara had ditched her shorts and tank top and slipped into a light cotton summer dress, sleeveless, made from a deep orange material with white flowers on it. The colors complimented her olive-complexion and auburn and copper hair, which she’d pulled up on the sides, leaving the rest to brush against her sun-freckled shoulders. Xavier changed from his travel clothes into a nice pair of tight, faded blue jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up a couple of notches, exposing his l

My bangs fall over my forehead neatly and my hair is wrapped in the usual tight bun. I barely recognize myself without my glasses and usual oversized hoodie. “Wow,” Maya says from the doorway. “He's going to lose his mind when he sees you.” If only she knew. I grab my phone and small purse. “How do I look?” “Like you're about to break some poor guy's heart.” She smiles. “Go get him, Cass.” I slip out of the apartment before she can ask more questions. Knox is leaning against his car, scrolling through his phone. He's wearing dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that shows off his athletic build. His dark-brown hair is slightly messy and even that makes him more attractive.

Chapter 15: Nicky "Do you think I look good or are you lying to me because I'm your friend?" Nicky looked like a model who had just gotten out of Victoria's Secret runway. Her long legs, thin body, and completely symmetric face were the perfect combination. And not to mention her charming French accent, she was truly a delight. She was trying a cute little dress and cared about Gigi's opinion. Even though Gigi hadn't been studying Fashion for that long, in her friends' fantasy she was already better than Donatella Versace herself.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

I rolled my eyes at that logic and Austin’s head may have been turned away to do the same. The ladies also decided we needed to dress casually so we didn’t look like a couple of thugs. I thought Austin would put a stop to that one, but he’s so fucking in love with his woman that he just smiled, kissed her, and came downstairs in khaki pants and a polo looking like he just showered and changed after a day on the golf course. Now I’m wearing jeans and a black dress shirt along with fucking western boots Celina bought me last Christmas. The only description I come up with is flaming queer cowboy. If anyone actually says the word cowboy in my vicinity, I’ll drive my fist into their face until on