Novel & Cerita Rachel Suits Hot

I planted myself on our toilet lid and she kneeled starting on my toenails first. "What sort of vibe are you going for Ren? Do you want to show some skin or be covered completetly or maybe chill!" Rachel shouted while in the closet. "Yeah, I think I'm looking for more chilled vibes," I let myself be pampered by Saiora and once she had finished painting my finger and toe nails I spread my fingers apart and headed to our bedroom. "I hope you like the fit," Rachel smiled shyly. She had spread out the outfit on my bed and the corners of my lips rose immediately to form a smile.

I deadpan. "Ohh, So that's why Killian hates him, he's THAT Finn, the Chain Knight as they call him, he owns all the best clubs in NY" Rachel bursts in realization, taking a step back and looking me up and down in approval. She pulls one of my little black dresses in front of me considering my assets "You can't be Finn's latest booty call wearing Killian's heart" and throws it in my face. "You need Finn to want you from your clothes to your cockblock" Rachel states the obvious so I pull the dress off my head and scowl at the hideousness of it.

I couldn't help but sneer at the hint of expectation in his tone. "This is Luna Russell," I said coldly. "I've been trying to reach you. I'm heading to your dormitory now. Be ready to hand over my suitcase." For a moment, there was stunned silence on the other end, clearly not expecting me to call directly. When he finally spoke, his tone was surprisingly calm. "I opened the suitcase today and realized it wasn't mine. It's filled with women's items." I let out a sigh of relief, thinking, 'At least he's admitting it.' I was ready to fight.

Sarah kept blabbering about how she was going to enjoy herself at the party, and all I could do was to listen. Few minutes later, Rachel walked into the sitting room, looking hot and sexy. She wore a black strapless dress which stopped on her thighs. Her black hair was packed in two places while a red ribbon was tied on each edge of the hair. She wore black high hill boots which fitted her so perfectly. ''Sexy!'' Sarah praised after running her gaze on Rachel. ''Thanks guys, we should all head out, the cab is already outside.'' She announced and led us out of the sitting room.

CHAPTER 56: NOAH'S FIRST LOVE RACHEL'S POV. I trail behind Valentine, my steps slow and measured, like I’m walking through a dream I can’t wake up from. She moves ahead of me, graceful and confident, scanning the racks of luxury clothes like she owns the world. Her fingers skim over silk blouses, sequined dresses, and designer handbags—each one more expensive than the last. I watch her carefully pick a few outfits, her lips curling in approval as she adds them to her arm. Every movement is elegant and deliberate as if she was born for this life of wealth and privilege.

If he did, he feared he might say something ridiculous—something like *you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Soon, Rachel emerged from the changing room, now wearing her casual outfit—a white blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans, paired with strappy sandals. Her hair had been let down again, and she looked refreshed, as though the sight of herself in the dress had given her a new kind of energy. "Let's go! Where are we going?" she asked cheerfully, practically skipping beside him. Her mood had shifted entirely. “It’s not just you who’s getting married, remember? I need to do the fitting as well,” Nicholas replied, walking ahead with long strides. He reached into his wallet and sli

Get a hold of yourself George. Rachel kept her eyes fixed on her meal, she felt terrible. She came here to investigate her father's case and had vowed to never get too close to anybody, including the man she married. So why was she rubbing herself against a man in less than one day of sharing a room with him? She felt like a joke right now. This wasn't what she came here for. What annoyed her more was her mind wouldn't stop replaying the scene from this morning experience, making her body all hot and the walls of her moist core clench, yearning for him to finish what he had started. He had felt so good, she still wanted his mouth on her despite everything.

The soft sound of music was floating out from inside. "Oh, Rachel? She's leaving now," he said breezily. I was curious. Was Rachel a girlfriend, or just one of the numerous women I was sure surrounded him? "Come in," he said again but I stayed put. Rachel waltzed out, flawless as ever, a brown fur coat over her strapless red silk dress. I looked at her, really looked and felt my stomach tighten. She was the type who could step out in a messy bun and faded tee and still manage to look like a supermodel.

He unzipped her dress, watching as it cascaded slowly down to her feet as soon as he shoved the sleeves off her shoulders. Beneath it, she was wearing a black lingerie two-piece set that suited her perfectly. It was made mostly of mesh material, not doing a good job at covering much of anything. More than half if not all of her ass was visible…she looked so f*cking hot. Quinn looked back at him; diffidently. “Rachel bought this for me…she told me to wear it…with nothing else but the dress. It’s a little embarrassing, isn’t it? It’s uncomfortable, and it leaves me feeling completely naked.”

Liam's gaze shifted briefly toward Rachel and Aretha, both stunning in their own distinct ways. Rachel dressed in a blue, off-shoulder dress that flowed gently down to her knees. The dress hugged her frame just enough to highlight her figure without being too revealing. Her hair was styled in waves, giving her an air of quiet elegance. She was a modest beauty that didn't demand attention but naturally drew it.