Pocketbook Women Novels & Stories

On his head is an elegant hat, and his hair is neatly tied back. In her hand is a white leather wallet, and her feet are wearing black high heels. Every item on her body is not cheap. The whole body exudes the aura of a successful woman full of charm, and extremely sexy. Such a woman is no wonder that JK's director Mark Anthony and the late president of S Corporation are so fascinated by the soul.

Unobtrusive. She pulled it out and began packing with systematic precision. Two changes of clothes. Comfortable. Easy to move in. Underwear. Socks. A jacket that didn't look expensive but was warm. Toiletries in travel sizes. The small amount of cash she had saved from household allowances over the years, folded flat in a zippered compartment. Her passport, expired but still valid identification. The notebook. A phone charger—though she had no phone now, she would need it later.

I show you if you buy me a mobile”, she said. “We will”, Henry promised. Soon the woman brought out another mobile hidden under the folds of her dress. “New Mobile?”, she asked smilingly. Henry paid her fifty thousand Baht “Too much”, the old woman returned forty thousand Baht to Henry saying “Only 10,000 Baht for very good phone.” Amelia hugged the woman touched by her honesty and told her to keep the money as gift, but the woman wouldn’t take more than 10k.

Everyone seems to be fine with me, and I'm being treated like a person, not Bunny Wild. It's unusual. Sure, many of them recognise me, but they don't say anything. They address me as Miss Burns or Alexis. "Mr Westbrook," I say as I stop ahead of him. "I wanted to thank you and your son for all your help with Clara's case," I say, and he nods. "Clara is a wonderful young woman. The case is an important one. It is set to force changes within the business, not just yours but all the others within the working women sector. It only takes one person to stand up, and more will speak out," he smiles at me.

The shoes cost around $845, and the wallet was over $5,150. I read the receipt. They forgot to remove it. God-I feel like a sugar baby with all this expensive stuff. Even my soul feels expensive now. All that's missing is his love. When I stepped out of the restroom, only that one chill girl was still there. I walked over to the sink with the mirror and tried to fix my hair with my hands. "You can borrow my comb-might make it easier," she offered, pushing her pouch toward me. "T-thank you," I replied and borrowed her pink pouch's comb.

“I don't need protection.” “I know.” He insisted without hesitation. “But that doesn't mean I won't.” I said nothing to that. Some things didn't need a reply. I walked out, heels clicking against marble and I did not look back the second time. ******* The boutique, Maison Elara, wore its silence like a garment. The specific, protected quiet of a space where money has longed since retired from proving itself. I slowly moved through the racks, brushing my fingers through silk. The good, I passed over but always paused at the exceptional.

My breath came out in white plumes, and I pulled my coat tighter around my body, though I knew damn well the chill in my chest had nothing to do with the weather. Ten minutes past noon. Right on time. The woman who stopped beside me looked like she'd lived three lifetimes and buried all of them. Her face was a roadmap of hard years, her hands gnarled and yellowed at the knuckles from decades of cheap cigarettes. She didn't look at me. She just leaned against the railing and lit up, cupping the flame against the wind with practiced ease. "The book you wanted is in the left pocket of my coat," she said in French, her voice like gravel dragged over concrete. "You have two minutes."

“This size is too small.” Her hands quivered as she clenched her teeth in annoyance. Suddenly, she tossed the two black pairs of underwear aside and grabbed two pink ones instead. She turned back around to the shopkeeper with a different expression and said, “These two. Pack them up for me, please.” Clearly, she had not brought that much money out with her. Without putting much thought into it, she turned around and pulled out the wallet she saw Tony put in his suit pocket earlier. Opening the black wallet, she took out a gold card and handed it over to the shopkeeper.

She strolled to her closet and took her luggage out from the dusted wardrobe. She had packed a few clothes in her luggage and squeezed some cash and her phone into her LV Palm Springs backpack. She had also taken her Cartier bracelet and Bvlgari necklace with her. These were her babies and she was not ready to give them up.

I wore a simple black off-shoulder and ragged white pants, I paired it with a black topsider for women. I just let my hair hang down to my ass. I put a little orange marmalade lip tint and Johnson powder. I didn't bring a bag with me, everything is inside my pocket, my wallet fits in my pocket. My cellphone is in my ass pocket too, I'll just hold it when we take a taxi so it won't be crushed.