Dresser Near Me Novels & Stories

Just when I decided to wear the maid's outfit, I saw a large black T-shirt and some boxer briefs in the drawers. I searched further, hoping to find a robe or something that didn't reek so much of Dexter's intoxicating scent, but there was no hope. It was his bathroom, after all. Soon enough, I walked out of the bathroom, dressed in one of Dexter's T-shirts, which could make for a dress as it pooled just above my knees. "Dexter?" I called upon entering the large room, but there was no response. Where did he go? I sighted the pile of clothes just above the pristinely made king-sized bed and proceeded to check it out. A few night dresses lay on the bed, all of which were my perfect size.

"Welcome to Radix Stores. It's nice to have you here, Signoro." "Where's the section for women's wear?" "Right this way, please." She took the lead, stepping on the escalator. We reached the second floor. The area with lots of glass showcases. The lady—Clara Mancini, according to her name tag—cast me a glance. "Which dress would you want? We've got gowns, coats, sw—" "T-shirts in extra large." She nodded and made a turn to the left. Racks spanned the room we entered. Left, right, center.

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Tears are flowing out from my eyes. Coming out of shower I enter the closet and like everything in this house it is also beautiful. I see it is filled with men's clothes. Watches and ties are assembled in a neat way along with clothes. I reach to the women's side and find a lot of clothes. Dresses, nightgown, party dresses, sleep wares, lingerie which are too revealing, shoes and whatnot. This all would have cost a good fortune. I pick up a red short dress because all dresses here are short. At least it is not revealing and covers everything till mid thigh.

Seemingly satisfied, he leads us into the mall. As we step inside, I take in the sight of numerous clothing shops on the ground floor. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I can't help but ask, "What household items are you looking for?" I wrack my brain, trying to be as helpful as possible. "Kitchen and other household appliances are on the second floor... Uhm... other ones like TVs and stereos are on the third... and uhm... I think furniture is on the fourth..." I trail off, hoping the information is useful.

Ignoring him and his look, I walked into my walk-in closet dressing room then started gawking at the built-in clothes storage. Wow! I could go all decades trying to pick a shirt from this storage and still I wouldn't decide on a particular one to wear. Not to talk of the numerous outfits and thousands of dresses here. I didn't know Wesley had women's clothes here too.. They must be his girlfriend's. The telephone on the small glass table in the closet buzzed and I picked it and placed it closer to my ear. So there was a phone here? "Your outfit is on the ranger there." His bold and commanding tone voiced through.

“I don't think they have it here though. Can we go to shop opposite this one?” I'd never been there before. Thought I noticed the odd pull it had, mainly because it only opened at night time. Weird. But when we got in, I confirmed it. “You've got to be fucking kidding me” I muttered when she'd gotten far enough. The shelves displayed everything I embarrassingly knew too much about. From overtly short school uniforms to dresses that wouldn't get you passed daylight without attracting unnecessary attention. The trays held every shape and size of dildos. Even fantasy collections. I'd never seen those kinds before.

Furrowing my brows, I shuffle my feet closer to it. This is so big. I place my hand on the mirror and retract it immediately, flinching as I notice something unusual. The mirror is actually moving in slightly. Huh? Curiously, I raise my hand and push it further, peeping in to see what’s behind it. My jaw almost touches the ground at once. It’s a walk-in closet. A very big one. I take my steps carefully and begin to walk in, taking in every bit of detail. There are dresses, wristwatches, designer bags, shoes, underwear—Fendi, Gucci, Louis Vutton, Dolce and Gabbana, Versace—name it!

I went next door with Daniel, Victor and Theodore to stage the jewelry shop. The first thing I did was look around the front of the shop. There were glass display cabinets along the two side walls and one display cabinet with our POS system and cash drawer on it. That left one corner with a large space unused.

Instead, she sat in one of the enormous leather chairs and tried to figure out which of the six remotes on a nearby table turned the TV on. When she gave up on that, she returned to the master bedroom and examined it. The bed was neatly made and a pair of Drake ’s shoes tucked under one side of the bed. Either Drake was a very neat person or he had a maid come in and clean house. She suspected the latter. Unable to resist being nosy, she opened his closet and examined his clothing. Row upon row of suits on dry cleaning hangers hung before her, each one with a more impressive label than the last. Armani. Versace, Domenico Vacca, Gucci and others she’d never heard of but was pretty sure were e