Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

I don’t think so. With a heavy heart, I turned off the shower and sighed heavily, anxiety began blocking my chest, but I kept on breathing heavily to survive. I walked out of the shower and wore a dress given to me by Jennifer. It was a floral dress with vibrant colours. I was sure she never wore this because it still had tags on. Also, she said she would take me shopping which I tried declining the offer but she was hellbent on making me in debt to her. I wondered if she was still living up to her decision.

"Too... Disney princess." Damn! At this point... I just think we'll keep going until thirty minutes is over. I'm not a fan of choosing the perfect dress, I just go with what looks cool on me. Her eyes land on it-a sleek black off-shoulder body con dress with a slit high enough to make angels blink. "This. This right here screams 'you may be an Alpha, but I'm the boss of your thoughts tonight,'" she says, holding it up like the damn Holy Grail.

She looked at the bags and then at him as if quietly asking what's this for. "Wear this tonight." He said expressionlessly and left her room in a blink, leaving her confused behind. Emma checked the first bag to find beautiful heels looking spectacular and to die for. The next bag had a beautiful black colored dress in it. She stood up with the dress and her mouth dropped looking at that exotic piece of clothing. The material was stretchable with beautiful work on it. The front was quite covered but the back has a long v shape that ends at her lower back. It was backless. And not to forget a long slit towards the left leg.

There was a person who’s driving so they sat next to each other at the back seat. She was only wearing a nude fitted dress with a slit, four inches below her waist. It was a backless and daring dress which was also strapless, paired with a glass stilettoes and a nude pouch. She was also wearing a slight make up and a big round earrings with a bungle bracelet. Her outfit was actually the reason why she was pissed. Dye was the one who arranged her dress but when he saw her wearing it, he quarreled with her saying that it must be change immediately. However, she refused and didn’t give a damn with whatever he was saying.

I spent the entire day in a fever of filthy anticipation. The sealed package from Jayden sat on our bed like a bomb waiting to explode. When I finally tore it open, my breath caught. Inside was the most sinful red dress I’d ever seen—short, tight, backless, with a deep plunging neckline and slits so high they barely covered my ass. No panties. No bra. Just thin straps and fabric that would hide nothing once they touched me.

I greeted him, keeping my voice soft and obedient. “My son is back from the States,” Matthew said, not bothering to look up at me at first. He adjusted his watch, his tone commanding. “And I will introduce the both of you. Get dressed and meet me downstairs.” “Okay,” I nodded, keeping my emotions completely masked. I went back to my closet and changed into a comfy short gown. It was simple, but it hugged my curves just enough to remind me of the woman I used to be before I became a prisoner in this house.

Now, it’s time for action. I check my reflection in the mirror one last time, adjusting the plunging neckline of my black, backless dress. It’s a custom-made piece that clings to my curves in all the right places—a dress designed to turn heads and make headlines. My stylist has outdone herself, selecting the perfect ensemble for my revenge. My makeup is flawless, my lips painted in a daring shade of crimson, and my long dark hair cascades in loose waves down my back. I look stunning, every inch the Hollywood actress I dreamed of being before becoming Mrs. Mike Cooper. And tonight, I’m going to remind everyone exactly who I am.

The driver helped me out of the car and handed me a box with a mask inside of it. I pulled my silky red dress out of the car, making sure it didn’t get caught in anything. When Aiden told me he ordered me a dress … I didn’t think it’d be this. It was a dress made of the finest silk; it had to cost thousands and thousands of dollars itself. And this mask looked like it was encrusted with diamonds. “Thank you,” I said, hesitantly taking it and gazing up at the large mansion. “This is … um … Aiden’s house?”

And my suitcase looked like it had exploded. And I was still standing in the middle of it all, completely unclothed, because I’d been too stressed to bother putting anything on while searching. Not in a romantic way— more like a help-I’m-late-and-panicking way. “Get a grip,” I muttered to myself. I kicked through a pile of clothes frustrated and spotted something at the bottom. A simple black dress. Not to plain. Not too dramatic. And definitely not too sparkly. It looked like the kind of dress that said:

Hopefully we get through the dinner in one piece. I picked out my deep cherry red, bold, dangerous, sinful dress. The fabric was satin with a velvet finish, soft and clingy, the kind that hugged every curve like it was made just for my body. The neckline dipped so low it felt like a dare, showing just enough cleavage to tempt and torment. The back, completely open, with nothing but a thin gold chain resting against my spine like a tease he couldn't touch. The slit ran high, dangerously high, exposing my thigh with every step, and the way the dress held my waist and hugged my ass, let's just say, he wouldn't survive the night.