Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

She gave him $10000 and then he left. Few seconds later after he left, some group of gentlemen came inside the restroom. They were actually not dressing responsibly. In fact, their dressing was a disappointment. Their Jeans were torn, Their hair was looking unkept but despite their hair and jeans were messy, it didn't signify that they were mad. Actually it was the reigning type of Jeans at the moment. They call it fashion. Its general name was known as Crazy Jean. "Hey! Little girl." One of the men called as they approached her.

She also saw her new uniform - a short dress that could pass for a swimsuit with a coat that wasn't any longer than the dress. She explored in the bags further and found all the oils and scented lotions he had used earlier in the bathroom. Nothing more or nothing less. She could only sigh in the direction her life had taken. Leila dropped the phone in her hand and sighed deeply. She looked at herself in the seductive clothing she was wearing a d could only smile sadly at herself.

This is just one of the reasons why he must have her on his bed. She's just so sexy to ignore. "Were you expecting someone else?" He smirked. Hailey rolled her eyes. "What do you want?" She asked. "You" Charles simply replied. His eyes went to the pink gown she was putting on, as much as the dress looks innocent on her, he could swear that it was enough to kill a man. "I'm attracted to you" he smiled seductively. "I don't like you, I only want to f**k you. That sexy gown makes me wanna bury myself in between your thighs"

And although he was not an entirely vain being, he was overly obsessive about order, presentation, schedules, grooming, and perfection. Everything in his room was perfectly arranged, he had an adjoining room that served as his closet, each garment in his closet was ordered by tones and uses, his shirts had to be perfectly ironed, his sportswear was not used more than twice and he exchanged them, he had a person hired to take care of his clothes exclusively, if he did not like something he immediately changed it, or simply discarded it.

he said and I could feel him frowning from over the phone “Before you confirmed if I was really wearing their dress or not I had the good sense to checkout the price list of most of their original wear and I am speechless at the amount of money people spend on just a cloth Do you even want to know the funny part X Research has shown that most of this very Expensive cloths are most of the time only worn once...........” “Okay I thought I could do this but I really can’t

He wasn't saying anything, he was staring at me like I had something on my face. "Uh... Good morning to you too. I am late for lectures and I gotta leave now." I said. "Change it." He ordered. "What?" "Change what you are wearing. You can only wear this for me, your entire body is showing off. I don't like it when other people stare at what's mine." And I completely forgot he is a psychopath. What is wrong with the clothes? Why buy them if you don't want me to wear them? "There is nothing wrong with my clothes. You don't expect me to dress like a grandma. You are just too much!" I protested but stomped off to change my clothes anyway.

Without thinking, I rushed into her closet with the intention of giving her a scare when she entered. Rosy's room always looked pristine and her clothes and shoes were always arranged in a too orderly manner that leaned on obsessive compulsive disorder. Perhaps, it was why the silver shopping bag carelessly thrown in the corner caught my attention. I grabbed it and stepped out of the closet to inspect it. Inside there was a black jacket, hat, shirt and jeans which wasn't Rosy's style at all. I thought of asking her about it but I didn't want to be nosy and so before she made her way back to the room, I stuffed it back into the closet where I'd found it.

we'll see who wears their clothing well Drumbob: Yeah, right as if you got fashion sense, Sadie Elecguit: OH MY GOSH, SADIE, PLEASE TELL ME YOU WORE THAT PLEATED SKIRT AND ANYTHING BUT YOUR HEARTS IN CIRCLES TEE Me: What's the problem with the tee? Elecguit: AGON BAIN WILL THINK WE ARE TOO OBSESSED OR SOMETHING Me: My body my choice Austin Elecguit: MY ASS SADES

I inhale the manly scent looking at all of his neatly hanged clothes at one side, at the other side are different types of clothes set neatly there. I became fazed by the clothes I’m seeing, this is like my type of clothes, the type of wear I love wearing so much. I don’t think I need my clothes anymore, I mean he’s even bigger than this clothes now, I don’t think they’d fit him any longer, so they’re basically all mine.

I was going to ask him if he had any job aside from the pharmacy. I got to a section of the closet which was filled with many ladies’ wear and accessories. I took out a dress from the rack and observed it. I put it close to my chest to see if it was my size. To my surprise, it looked like it was my exact size. I shook my head and looked back at the multiple racks of various clothes which all looked like it was my size. There was no way I owed this many clothes. I was a singer and made many public appearances, but come on, what the hell was I supposed to do with over a thousand outfits?