Mr Fashionable Novels & Stories

She could feel Andrew’s eyes locked on her and burning fiercely and seeking relief, glanced up at Monsieur Moreau to find him wearing the smirk of a well-fed and pampered cat. The clothier cast a second peek at Madame’s notes, then set them aside and picked up a measuring tape before moving towards Evelyn. “Magnifique.” “Exactly. Far too magnificent to be wearing that garbage.” Andrew nodded towards the dressing room. Pausing his advance, Monsieur snapped his fingers at Claudia as she made a quiet escape with the bagged blindingly-pink Schiaparelli. Madame’s assistant presented it to him, and unzipping it along the front, he took one look before his face pulled into a tight disgusted pinch.

Since the jerk demanded I wear nice attire, I decided to not only oblige, but to pull out all the stops. Remind him what he gave up. I took great care in putting soft curls in my hair. I am wearing his favorite perfume Dolce and Gabbana and a halter style silk chiffon dress in a soft melon color. I'm reasonably sure he will pick up on my blatant efforts but frankly, I don't care. “Here you are sir, do you want me to get a drink ordered for you?” I came out of my reverie and look up just in time to see Marcus arriving at my table with the pretty hostess showing him the way.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

Maria welcomed the idea of embarking on such a thrilling escapade, sneaking out of the group, exploring hidden spots, and creating memories that would bind them closer together. Maria wore her signature outfit—her favourite skirt and blouse—which always made her feel confident and beautiful. Her blouse was a vibrant shade of red, perfectly complementing her dark hair and radiant smile. It fitted very well over her slender frame, showing off her graceful breasts, which were confined in her bra beneath the fabric. Satish noticed how stunning she looked, and admiration filled his heart.

"Mr. King, she's here." "Let her in." Mason ordered as the waiter nodded his head and a woman entered the room. She was beautiful. She stood tall in her three-inch high heels and long, tanned legs. She was wearing a mid-thigh peach dress that had off-shouldered lace sleeves. The dress made her curves show but still made her looked elegant and sophisticated. Her wavy dark hair was resting on the top of her head in a neat bun with some strands flowing softly on her face. She was, indeed, gorgeous. She was what one would classify as Mason's type. But Mason couldn't see her as a potential girlfriend, let alone wife. He had only one woman in his heart, and that was Kelsey Parker.

At the back of the herd, a slim brunette with dark skin and even darker eyes smiled at me mindlessly as her dark honeyed gaze found me, licking her lips subconsciously spotting my expensive Prada shirt and Rolex. "Ha! She is only interested in your money!" Fury barked, observing her through my Atlantic hues. "A fuck's a fuck!" I admitted, flashing the honied brunette a seductive wink that brought a slight blush to those brown cheeks. "And by the looks of her Dolce & Gabbana dress, she makes enough money without trying to get her claws into mine." I grinned, watching her with intrigue as she dropped her head of curly brown hair, letting it cover her eyes.

Mira Nicholas’s brow furrowed into a frown as he steadied himself; however, it was in that brief moment that I took a close look at him. Nicholas Sterling was tall with a slim, muscular build that made the tailored black suit he wore well fitted. His murky black hair was slightly rough as though he had run his hands through it a couple of times. His brown eyes blended with his light skin, which also complemented the silver key necklace that rested above his chest, but it wasn’t his face or his other features that held me captive.

As we entered the mall, the staff greeted us with courteous bows. Micah was amazed by the stunning and orderly display of clothes everywhere. "Welcome Sir." The fashion advisor says with a clear British accent. "My girlfriend here would like a dress... Something beautiful." I asserted ignoring Micah who seemed to be looking surprisingly at me for what I had said... Of course, I wouldn't have called her a submissive knowing well that the British woman would understand and why can't I cal her my girlfriend? When I can do however I pleases with her.

The plan was for her to get some time to herself before the kids return from school. Immediately he stepped into the company in confident long strides, a lot of ladies started adjusting their dresses and makeups and got ready to greet him to get his attention. Amongst those desperate ladies trying to get his attention was the moderately dressed Marvel in a tight body con dress highlighting her gorgeous body but her face caked with heavy makeup. She might have a nice body through series of surgeries but facially, she doesn’t look very pleasant because of most of the cosmetic surgery she did in the past that went bad with time.

Madison I followed Alexander into the first boutique, a sleek space with minimalist decor and clothing displayed like museum artifacts. A saleswoman with a tight bun and even tighter smile approached us immediately. "Mr. Knight! What an honor to have you visit our store," she gushed, ignoring my existence. "How can I assist you today?" Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back, a subtle gesture that didn't escape the saleswoman's notice. "We're looking for professional attire for Miss Harper here."