Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

He asked the person sitting next to him as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “ I would know if I was your personal assistant, but I’m not… “ someone replied next to him. Armani turned sharply to the side, expecting to see his personal assistant and not his lawyer, who also happens to be his best friend too. Lorenzo returned his shocked look with a smirk of his own. “ Why are you here?” he fired at Lorenzo, frowning at how casual the man looked. Lorenzo was wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans trousers which was different from his three piece suit that he wore everyday.

The young maid asked. “No one can say when it comes to the boss,” the second maid replied, he is as mysterious as the devil himself.” One day he never wants to be around women, and the next he has one bathing in his chambers.” “Don’t you agree Stella?” She asked the head maid. “The boss is mysterious for sure, but I’ll not be an ally to your gossip, so shush and clean the good lady up,” Stella the head maid rebuked her girls harshly and got to massaging Gabby.

He bit his lip and stared longingly out of the store's floor-to-ceiling windows as if he could find his imaginary men outside. "Oh my god, Remy you're so fucking shameless." The man chuckled but picked up a couple of amazing accessories that go really well with the dress. "Oh my, love it! You know the guys hinted months back that I should try to be a personal shopper. I haven't really thought about it lately because I'm not comfortable with throwing myself out there. I don't self-promote well." I laughed and slapped his arm when Remy rolled his eyes at my last words. "Seriously, Remy. Just think about it, what do you say to you and me venturing

The next day, Loveth went to the most famous department store along with Jennifer . Wesley's pesonal assistant Jeniffer Grim had booked an appointment with a personal shopper for her as Wesley instructed . "Call me Sandra ,'’ said the grinning redhead who admired Loveth intensively '‘And then tell me what it is you’re looking for.'’

He’s the most mysterious man the business industry know. “The most mysterious man in the business, Cormac Carter. He had this codename, C.C. People can see how rich that man is. They can see how he presents at so many conferences. He has also become a public figure because of his popularity, especially among women. But here’s a funny thing, Av. No one knows her parents. No one knows what the story of his life is. It was as if he had just appeared in the business industry–” The woman shook Avery’s hand out of excitement. “Hey! You get what I mean, right?” Avery blinked—twice, thrice. There are so many speculations that are going through her mind. She is already thinking of a way to convince h

Ari slid into the limousine beside the woman, and took the long, fluted champagne glass she offered. Although Ari didn't drink, she needed one now. "The name's Lillian Durling," the woman said in a slightly British accent. She took a sip of her champagne. "And you are?" From her accent, Ari thought that she was probably from Estrea but wanted to know for sure. The woman refilled Ari's glass. "I am Lillian, your new personal shopper." She held her arms out wide as a broad smile spread across her face. "We're going shopping!"

The shopping trip to Bergdorf Goodman was surreal. I’d walked past the store countless times, pressing my nose against the windows like a child at a candy shop. The kind of place where a single dress cost more than my monthly rent. Now I walked in with a black credit card and instructions to “get everything I needed.” The personal shopper assigned to me, a woman named Desirée with flawless skin and French accent didn’t blink when I explained I needed a complete wardrobe. Gala gown. Cocktail dresses. Business casual. Shoes. Accessories. Everything.

Of course, I was the only one in here at eleven-thirty in the morning. We'd walked around for hours trying to find something she thought she could handle against her body for more than two minutes. She'd tried on jeans, leggings, overalls, sweaters, tanks, and every single piece of everything in between. Some poor woman had finally taken pity on us. I had no idea there was even a thing called a personal shopper, but she'd gotten Sweetcheeks to wear a pair of some kind of stretchy pants for almost thirty minutes. I'd been hard for twenty-nine of those minutes as I watched her ass bunch and flex in the black material.

even though he was unpredictable, I could do what I wanted to his body. I cleaned myself in the bathroom, I prepared my body by soaking in warm water. I heard a knock on the door ... well ... maybe it's the personal shopper Balthier said. I put on a bath robe belonged to the hotel and pulled my hair straight. I opened the door with a big smile. A middle-aged woman dressed in expensive clothing and carrying a paper bag. Is this the personal shopper? But... why I feel she is smiling with a very negative aura towards me. "Yes?" I asked her.

She barely knew anyone, who could come looking for her? She followed behind Mia as they entered the parlor where a beautiful young woman sat cross legged, looking both elegant and charming. Zee frowned on seeing the person. She couldn't recall being familiar with the face. "Hello, you must be Ms. Zee Ling?" She asked. Zee nodded skeptically. The woman smiled beautifully. "I am Tang Min, personal shopper to the Quin family and on the orders of Young Master Darien Quin, I'm here to take you shopping."