Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

“Good luck to you. “Just a heads-up. The deal is final. Whatever happens, I don’t accept refunds or returns.” Cassie scoffed. “I’m not going to change my mind. I hope you don’t either.” She logged into my alternative account and threw herself into chatting up Camden. At a get-together a week later, Cassie was eager to show off her necklace. “Isn’t it pretty? It’s Van Cleef & Arpels’ newest floral collection. This piece alone is worth eight million bucks.

” A wave of panic surged through my being. I couldn’t. An imperceptible tiny bump existed which remained barely visible yet detectable. My head performed an oscillating motion. “Maybe later. I am just tired. ” She frowned. The clothes you wear have become excessively loose and oversized recently. This behavior is not characteristic of your usual actions. ” The rhythmic beating of my heart ceased abruptly. The intense scrutiny of Alexander's eyes seared into me with relentless sharpness. My eyes never met his form. My abilities failed to allow me.

Cotton, linen, knits, and everything practical, everything easy to wear. But somehow, there were no dresses. No heels. No lace. Nothing ornamental. She stepped back slightly with arms crossing as she stared at the wardrobe. Then, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Of course. Keegan had noticed. She never wore dresses. He probably saw it long before she even realized it herself. Grace chuckled as she realized that she liked that about him—that observant side of him. But tonight is different and special. She wanted to wear something he would remember from her by.

I had been scared for a moment there that they called my plan. “Well, that makes sense, and I only took the most beautiful things. You see, I hand picked those dresses for you myself, my love, but I guess I don't know much about the fashion world.” He admitted Although I did not expect him to have gone through the entire fashion spree on his own. Maybe it had not been me; maybe if I were someone better, someone else. Then maybe he would have loved the person unconditionally but not to the point of being obsessed in an unhealthy way.

Looking back, I found the three bodyguards I often saw at Easton's mansion seemingly walking after us. Yes, I should have known that Easton would never let us be alone in a crowd like this. And I guessed there were a few other guards he had spread out to watch from a distance. Easton and his sometimes troublesome presumptuousness could have been so sweet. Because I knew he cared about me that much. We entered a clothing store from a big brand that usually sells special items. The fabrics are from overseas factories and of unquestionable quality. "I want this short dress for home."

I'm trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to him. I stand in front of my closet. I scan through my clothes, searching for something that feels just right for the day. I spot my favorite casual gown hanging there—a soft, flowy fabric that feels like a gentle embrace against my skin. I pull it out and slip it on, feeling the fabric cascade around my legs. The color is a lovely shade of blue that always brightens my mood.

There were strips, tags, colors, netshirts, tight leather pants, black shorts, and dark goth boots. “Well, I do have an executive membership for a secret DomSub club but I'm not a dedicated member. I do it for fun. The rest are just slutty clothes I wear to exclusive gay nightclubs.” Seung-ho revealed, his hands hanging on his hips. Min-a's jaw dropped to the floor. Getting inside, he realized they weren't just clothes in there. There were some sex toys he didn't know their purpose, and the place smelled really different. A mixture of clean freshly made plastic and some dark perfume.

I ask when she introduces herself as she tugs the cloth covering the first rack off. I forget her name as soon as she says it when I get a look at what's on those racks. Clothes. Not just any clothes. Two racks full of designer clothes. Casual and formal wear, dresses and jeans and tops and boxes and boxes of shoes. "I think he got your size right. A four?" "What?" I ask. "Mr. Adams ordered the clothes. He said if you don't like something, you're to send it back." What did he do?

He placed the bag back into my hand. “Oh yeah, you have four strikes.” He said before walking away. Ugh, I cannot with him. I sat on my bed as I stared at the black dress that hung on the door of the wardrobe. It was elegant and sleek. I crossed my arms on my chest and stared at it at what felt like eternity. Should I try it on? Archer's voice rang in my head. “You'll look stunning in it.” Arrogant prick. Curiosity got the better of me, the material looked soft and expensive. It wasn't overly revealing and it had a silky texture.

Dirty, to be short. With my wavy hair, awful smell, and a face that seems to be foreign to water, I look like that ghost in one of the Korean drama series that I binged the other night. “What the f—” The closet is now full of clothes. Last time I remember, five corpses can fit in right here due to its emptiness. ‘What the hell am I thinking?!’ I bellowed in the walls of my mind. I just stared at the gorgeousness of the clothes. And not just clothes, they’re designer clothes!