Rachel Suits Hot Novels & Stories

She looked stunning in that dress but I swear she wore it on purpose. We have history in that dress. I remember inviting her to one of my documentaries opening nights. We went shopping together and Rachel locked her eyes on it. Without her even putting it on I knew I did not want us to buy it, no one would bat an eye on my work, they would all be transfixed on her. We had a massive fight, and I still remember the playful challenging look that she gave me, toying with me. That day we got home, she waited for the garage door to close and told me that she just wants to put it on one last time, if I still didn’t like it she would let me take it back and choose a dress for her. I knew it was a ba

My greatest ENEMY. “Oh, look who we have here,” Rachel said in the most sarcastic, happy tone ever. She was dressed in a black Saint Laurent long-sleeve dress with black Gianvito Rossi shoes to complete the outfit. I actually know a thing or two about fashion and styles. Despite her affluent background and bossy demeanor, her cool exterior looks like a facade to me. She was also the owner of Snow Mall, the *second-largest* mall in Las Vegas aiming to defeat me. *scoffs* she can’t.

Before I can respond, Rachel appears over my shoulder like the devil herself. “No offense, Doc,” she says, sipping an iced coffee she definitely brought from home, “but what you need is a man. A sexy man. Maybe a little younger.” I spin in my chair. “Rachel—” She waves me off and steamrolls forward. “Think about it. A hot silver fox like you and a sexy young buck working side-by-side in the same office? Business would boom. Women would be booking pap smears weekly just for the view.” I choke. “Oh my god. Kill me now.”

*Lily* "Rachel, I don't know. This one?" I held up a deep red velvet dress against myself, its plunging neckline and thigh-high slit screaming boldness I wasn't sure I possessed. I wasn't even sure why I had bought that dress in the first place. "Absolutely not," Rachel scoffed from her position sprawled across her bed, makeup strewn around her like the aftermath of a beauty tornado. "That's way too Jessica Rabbit. Here." She leapt up, rifling through my clothes with the expertise of a seasoned stylist until she unearthed a sleek black bodysuit paired with high-waisted shorts. "This is it. It's mysterious, it's edgy, it screams 'I'm here to forget about tall, dark, and broody for one night.'

She stared at him with a horrified look and asked, “don’t tell me you don’t have a nice outfit to wear apart from suit? Harris gave a weak smile as he scratched his head and replied to her, “I guess so” Rachel facepalmed herself and murmured, “you seriously need to do a lot of shopping for casual outfit”. “Alright babe, whenever you are free, we will do that”. He voiced out. “That's fine with me”. Rachel readily agreed as she continued searching his closet. She felt the suit was too serious for the occasion that’s why she is against the idea of him wearing it. After much searching, she finally saw a baggy jeans which was in a hidden spot. Her eyes lit up, as she quickly brought it out.

"Don't kill me, Rachel; we still have a party to host tonight!" She drops her arms. "Oops, sorry! Just been a minute since I last saw you." She looks me up and down. "You look HOT." "Rachel!" "Okay, I'm done! Sorry!" "You look hot too," I return the compliment, seeing that she does look stunning in her couture dress. Rachel's phone vibrates in her hand, and she quickly glances down at it, scoffing at whatever is on her screen. "Wow, gossip travels fast around here," she states.

I don't know where my mum got the bathing suit that Rachel had on, but I guarantee that she never wore it. The tiny triangles that had barely managed to cover her nipples were yellow, but the suit was piped in turquoise. There were small turquoise bows on her hips and at the top of her ass. More than a handful of that perfect ass was exposed, and I knew my cock was visibly hard in my swimming trunks. She tugged on one side of the top and nearly popped out of the other. "Fucking hell," Adrian groaned. Rachel bit her lip, "I know, does it look terrible?"

"Cassie, we’re just picking out the dress. You’re acting like it’s the wedding itself. How will you behave at my wedding then?" She put her hand on her chest, eyes wide. "Girl, the dress is for the wedding. Ask any woman with P*******t." Before I could answer, Rachel came in, dressed in a sleek tan jumpsuit, heels clicking against the hardwood. "Did I hear something about glitter and screaming?" Cassie clapped her hands together. "Rachel! You’re coming too?" Rachel shrugged with a playful smile. "Of course. I wasn’t going to miss the bridal gown meltdown."

She asked excitedly. “Cant you stay in your office and mind your business, even for just one day, Rachel?” Shawn asked. “I'm afraid I can't especially when it concerns you, my best friend.” Rachel said, pouting. “You are no longer eight, so stop keeping that face.” Shawn said. “I will, only if you tell me what you ordered.” Rachel persisted. “Fine. It's a suit. I got a suit.” Shawn finally said. “A suit? What happened to all the ones you have? I can bet you have not worn half of them.” Rachel asked.

he says, and Rachel tilts her head slightly to the side, nodding and smiling. “You’re right; he really is gorgeous,” Rachel says, winking at Carson as his mouth opens in shock while she pulls me into the bedroom we both giggle at his reaction. “That will teach him,” she adds once we’re inside. Rachel immediately starts going through my clothes, and then she finds it: the clothes Jagger bought for me, the clothes I never wore, the ones I don’t even think will look good on me. They are either too short, too revealing, or just too much.