His Robe For Mine Novels & Stories

“I don’t have any woolen clothes. Didn’t get time to pack those” Obviously!! The moment she got to know he had messed up her career, forcing her contracts to be withdrawn, she didn’t waste a single minute to reach him. “And I love cold weather. I wont fall sick” she added. Kayden didn’t want to believe that. He opened the closet and pulled out a thick woolen robe. “Wear this” “Whose robe is this?” She checked the pinkish robe which obviously didn’t look like his. “It’s a woman’s robe. A woman stayed in this room with you?”

He picked up the robe on the bed, one which I had mistaken to be mine, it was a peak colored one with lots of fluffy designs. I frowned my face in irration as he picked it up and walked futher out of the room, covering up his naked chest in the process. I shook my head in disbelief as I laid my head down into my bed, he certainly had new characters for display every fucking day.

I ruffled my hair backwards, facing the ground as I monitored how the water escape out of the tub. Whatever she is, I must find away to break down all her ego and make her bow down to me. I will make sure I look down on her as nothing but a low and meek degraded Omega. I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel from the handle before I wrapped it around my waist. I strode out of the bathroom and went to my wardrobe. I opened it, running my hands through my clothe in search of my red royal robe till I had found it. I pulled it out and brought out my short pant along with it. I wore my pant before I searched out for a vshirt and wore. I finally wore my robe along with my long pant.

“Why on earth would you go to such lengths to find me, and pay so much for my services if you thought I didn’t?” “Right, no, sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just all a bit much to take in, you know?” Jimmy pointed to the covered dummy. “Is that . . . my God, did you really . . . have you made a suit out of the footage I brought you? For real?” “No, I haven’t made a suit, I’ve made a robe. The garment must suit the material from which it’s fashioned. A robe is more fitting to its ancient origins.”

“Hi.” “Hi,” I reply, returning his smile, my own hands deep in the pockets of the fur-trimmed robe that Kent gave me forever ago. I’m wearing the pretty moccasins he sent me too, but both are a decoy. Because underneath this robe I am wearing a v-neck romper made with completely sheer fabric. Honestly, it barely counts as clothing, the way it dips all the way down to my belly button and barely skirts my ass before dipping between my cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and cold, frankly, but damn do I look good in it.

She replied, slightly embarrassed to even mention said robe , the memory of me seeing her in it still fresh in her mind's eye. " Well, if it makes you feel any better, I hardly ever have any morals so seeing you in that robe was nothing to me," I tried to console her, letting my hand fall from her shoulder, slowly dragging it over to her upper arm, the warmth of her skin staining me in a painfully arousing way despite her being decently clothed as opposed to what she had on this morning.

I whisper loudly, willing him to not hear my embarrassment. “Sure, you think I’d kidnap you without preparation? I am a trillionaire boss for a reason you know?” He retorts as he knocks gently on the door, I open it not more than a crack, enough to receive the clothing materials. He hands me a single robe. “I’ll leave what you need on the bed, okay? You can come out when you hear the door close, don’t worry, I’m not a pervert.” ‘No pervert ever says they are one anyway’, I muse as I furiously tie the ends of the robe around my waist.

He reported. I looked at the time and didn’t know that it was already late in the afternoon. Time flies when you are focused on working. I slumped my back to my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. I rested for a while and then started to change. I was surprised to see what clothes Tia provided me. It was a formal suit with a robe that is colored red and embroidered with gold. It was long enough to call it a gown. It has a rope in the chest part to connect both sides to keep it from falling. I am truly amazed at the design of the robe, you can feel by seeing that it is for royals.

"H..Huh? I should take off my robe?" He sighs and bit his lips, "I want to apply this..." He shows the bottle to me. "On your back. It's an ointment." Everything is an ointment. I gulp nervously, "1...I can do it myself, don't worry." He frowns, "Take off your robe Kemi, who do you think changed your clothes?" Wait, what? He changed my clothes himself? Does this man even have any decency? I exhale and turn around with my back to him, and then slowly loosen the robe before sliding it down my shoulders stopping at my waist. I wrap my hands around my body and |look at the bed.

it's basically a carbon copy of his own — super luxurious. I stand back, curious about what Andrei's searching for. My nerves are still on edge, which is… ridiculous. “Guess, I'll coax them out of you. Every last one.” My curiosity spikes, “How?” “All in good time. Shall we get you into something a bit more… refined?” The robe he hands me is a stunner — bold red, V-neck, and flowing long sleeves, all accented perfectly with a satin sash and fur trim. Soon as Andrei makes his exit, granting me some much-needed solo time, I slip into the robe. And, honey, I've got to say. Not bad, not bad at all. Then I grab a brush and start brushing my hair because even queens have bad hair days.