Novel & Cerita My Girlfriend's Wardrobe

"It doesn't make sense. Are you going to delay sex till the third date too?" "No." He shook his head. "Anyway, did you like your new wardrobe?" I had been thinking of a way to bring that up. He'd bought me a whole new wardrobe with clothes, accessories, and shoes of brands that I hadn't ever dreamed of having. "It's nice." I bit out. "But I don't want you to spend so much on me." He shrugged. "You're my girlfriend. I want to spoil you." "You spoil me too much as it is." I protested. "It must have costed more than my college tution."

I said defensively. “Don’t tell me you’ve been walking around like that all this time?” “Of course I have. It’s the only nightwear I own. I was saving money — I never spent much on myself or my clothes.” Cade’s gaze flicked to my wardrobe with clear disapproval. “That explains why your wardrobe looks… horrendous.” “Have some respect for my clothes,” I shot back, marching over to them. “This won’t do,” he said decisively. “Get dressed. We’re going shopping.”

So that's a shock to me. "OK.... Now I'm gonna pack everything I left behind." I informed her and walked towards my room. Opening the wardrobe I sighed looking at all my dresses that I need to pack. They're all those type of clothes which you never wear but still they lie in your wardrobe idolly. I told you my wardrobe is big. All of them were skirts and sexy lingerie which my sister bought to me a few years back. I guess they will be tight for me now. But I don't like loosing them. It's going to take a little long to pack them.

The first wardrobe contained beautiful and expensive clothes, different designers, different looks and styles were just perfect. The second wardrobe consisted of her home clothes, night gowns, pajamas and her house clothes but they still looked chic. The third wardrobe had season clothes in it, Summer clothes were there ranging from halter tops and shorts to Winter clothes ranging from coats and scarves. "So how is it?". I turned to see Harley holding up clothes. I took it. "This is amazing". "Dress up while I'll go dress up in Astrid's room". She gave me a small smile and left.

“I didn’t think you’d get a boyfriend and not tell me about it. So what does he look like?” I stop, hold her shoulder, and look into her eyes so she understands what I’m about to say clearly. “I do not have a boyfriend. If I find someone, you will be the first to know.” She comes up with a pink dress, holding it up. “I think this will look perfect on you.” “It’s a satin dress, Ana. We’re going to the cinema, not on a date.” I start searching again. “I just need jeans and a hoodie.” She puts the dress back and opens a section in her wardrobe, takes out a hoodie and jeans, and hands them to me.

Oh, he is back. Then my eyes traveled to a girl sitting on the sofa. My eyes got widen as I looked at her clothes. She was wearing a lot of clothes. Her clothes were really long and loose and her head was wrapped from some clothes. Believe me, she was dressed like Griffin, the invisible man. I was wondering if she could breathe in these clothes or not. So she was my wife, Wow dad, here is a salute to your choice. I whined but then I realized that I had to do nothing with her. I have a hot, pretty girlfriend then who would care about a shy, nerd, aunty type girl like her.

After she got together with Brad, she had even more clothes, of all styles. Brad spoiled her. If she even glanced at something, he would buy it for her. She didn't even need some of the things, and after she mentioned it a few times, he stopped buying things for their home. Tara glanced at her indifferently and said two simple words: "It's okay." Grace was annoyed by her perfunctory reply. "Tara, you're Brad's girlfriend, you should dress yourself up better. Every time I see you, you're wearing comfortable tracksuits."

“You have many black dresses, Cohen. You should be precise about which brand it is. Please, don’t stress me.” “Gucci.” He gave a hint. Anna sighed. “I am tired and can't check the wardrobe now. If it’s not urgent, you can wait and I will help you find it later,” she voiced out. “If you are in a hurry, help yourself.” “Ah!” He toned in disbelief. “Yeah,” she said and pointed her right hand to the wardrobe, resting the left on the bed to support body. “The wardrobe is right there. Go and check it by yourself,”

Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin. Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself. "Noah! What are you doing? Get out!" "Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?" "No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!" "So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace. She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.

When he didn't move, I turned to him and shook my head slightly, my widened eyes staring at him. “Let’s go.” He shook his head, and my lips thinned. “I am sure there would be some thrift store around, something I can pay back without it having to feel like a burden.” “Lioraé, you don't have a choice here.” “I do have a choice.” “This weekend you are mine, and no girlfriend of mine would show up in a thrifted dress.” “There is absolutely nothing wrong with thrifts.” “I didn’t say so, but if you show up in something not luxurious enough, how fast do you think our secret would fall apart?”