Mr Fashionable Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes rake over me, setting my skin aflame with the heat of remembered pleasures. Dressed in a pristine, white, high collared dress shirt, a tuxedo that looks like it was sent from above, specially for his body, and dark slacks, Mason Lachlan can comfortably be compared to an Adonis. His hair isn't gelled back this time. It falls in soft, tousled waves over his forehead, adding that bad boy, dangerous look to his entire billionaire get up. Mason Lachlan is good looking in a steely, untouchable kind of way.

A beautiful soft grey sofa set is placed in one corner, 2 racks are placed at one side with more dresses hanging on them, a wall is dedicated for the bags. I can see many expensive brands and one of a kind designs. I compose myself as my eyes land on madam Giulia Moretti, the current queen of the mafia. I cannot comment on her because what I've heard about her is that she can be the most giving person on this earth or an enemy you wished you never had. This is the first time I’ve seen her. She is standing in front of a full length mirror, two maids are assisting her with a beautiful royal blue evening gown. She looks at us through the mirror "on time, very good" she says.

He asked. "This will be a different kind of couples massage." Francine said just as the door opened. Maddy entered the room. She was a petite brunette in tight blue scrubs. Her only accessory was a belt that had a holster for the massage oil bottle. Probably not even thirty yet, she made the scrubs look sexy as hell. Her tits were obviously perky and firm, her face beautiful and well-framed by her long hair. She looked at Francine. "It's nice to see you again. You look amazing. Is this, Hal?" Francine returned the compliment and confirmed that it was Hal. "Are you still okay with our arrangement?"

I let out a breath and stopped in my track and true to his word a latest model of masareti pulled up. I felt a flint of excitement light up in my blood, I'm no gold digger or anything. I believe in working freaking hard for the life I want but common a little luxury here and there never hurt anyone. The car is literally the darkest shade of midnight of I've ever seen, I'm sure in the night it would be almost invisible and blend into the dark atmosphere except for brake lights. Baron opened the back passenger seat for me and I got in excitedly trying to show it because in still pissed at the guy. “Thank you.” I muttered.

She smiles brightly and because I don’t want to feel awkward, I smile too. A tall, elegant woman approaches wearing a tailor made blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. “Bonsoir, Mesdames.” She says, her voice thick with a French accent. “I am Madame Leclair, the owner of this Maison de luxe; it’s my pleasure to assist you. Please follow me.” She turns, her high heel clicking on the floor.

I was stopped in my tracks when I spotted a very fashionable woman cause a scene at the cafe on the ground floor of our building. All I can do is watch the woman walks passed me, after finally getting what she wanted and going into the building oozing with so much confidence that I can't help but be overawed by her presence. She reminds me of all the spoiled brats that I encountered in my life. It has been almost three years since I stopped living that kind of life. It’s been almost three years since I left the life that I grew up with behind.

[girl] "My mama told me about this store." Mia, tell us as we walk into the store. Mia's mama, Mariana Lopez, is a famous fashion designer. Mariana is also the woman who inspried me to design. Since the ball was planned on such short notice, Mariana couldn't design dresses for all of us, not in time at least. Mia, Gabrielle, and Charlotte grabbed a few dresses and went to the changing room to try them on.

She had that look of sophistication and boredom about her, like she had seen this all before and only wanted it to be over “Lucien Rodrigues, I am glad you could make it and this must be your fiancée and fashion goddess; Mara Sinclair. This is my wife, Lauretta and she is a huge fan of your designs.” The man said. “It is an honor to be here” Mara told him as she shook the hand he held out. She turned to the wife who now wore her best hostess face although it was clear how much of a fan she was of the brand “I cannot wait to see the stunning clothes you are going to release soon, I am a huge fan” Lauretta said

Roxanne already made up her mind not to cross her feisty boss. Freddy led her to an empty chair in front of a mirror and began to work his magic. He arranged her hair properly and gave her smoky eyeshadow and red lipstick. Roxanne couldn't recognize herself when he was done. She thought she looked like one of those foxy models that posed for magazines. "That's the wardrobe, baby girl. Pick whatever suits you. Oh and here's your mask." Freddy handed her a pink mask. Roxanne wanted ask why she needed a mask if she had makeup on but Freddy was whisked away by another female that had just arrived.

"Now come on let's go, were late for our appointment" ........... When we got there the stylist was waiting. "Monsieur Dante. You're late," Franco, the stylist chided us as we walked in. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Franco; we were rather preoccupied," I apologized, trying to hide a grin. "It's no trouble, monsieur; I'm a patient man," he smiled and walked the Christopher. "This must be the young man the clothes are for" "Franco, meet Christopher, call him Chris. Christopher meets Franco. He's one of the best stylists in New York"