Billy Loomis Outfits Novels & Stories

Cortland and I are preparing Blossom for the day ahead. Stacy and Blossom are all set to rock their flag print outfits. Stacy's got a shirt and pants both decked out in the flag print, and even her helmet matches. Meanwhile, Blossom's got flag-print sports medicine boots, saddle pad, and billet straps. They look totally adorable!

I said as I left. Despite our leading position near the pack house, I remained unhappy with the situation, but had no alternative. I straightened my blazer as I got out of the limo. The suit I picked is to my liking. My outfit included a black blazer featuring a gold design on the left, paired with a white shirt and a black bow tie. My shoes and dress pants were both black and matched. Finishing my look, I put my hair in a ponytail and apply a gold mask. Solomon's outfit included a red suit, a white dress shirt, and a red and black mask.

Lilian said and handed over the cloth to me when she saw I was looking at it. My brows creased wondering what kind of cloth it would be judging by how big it looked. When I opened the cloth, I rolled my eyes and facepalmed. I hadn’t known Billy for long, but seeing that he gave Lilian an extra large denim overall outfit, I knew Billy could do it. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said in disbelief and heard Lilian chuckle. “He gave me the most weird answer I have ever heard when I asked him why he wanted you to dress this way,” Lilian shook her head and kept chuckling.

Liam usually wore either a military uniform or combat gear. He almost never wore anything else. This was the first time Hayley had ever seen him in a suit. The tailored black suit fit him perfectly, crisp and sharp. His long legs, almost four feet, looked even straighter and longer in the suit pants. A small gear-shaped pin was clipped to the pocket of the fine twill jacket. Without his usual hard-edged combat gear, Liam looked completely different. For the first time, he gave off a gentle, refined air.

Billy checked her out thoroughly. Instead of her strict office suit, Stephanie was wearing a black t-shirt with a funny print, a very tight pair of jeans, that were fitting her perfectly exposing her spectacular legs, and a pair of white sneakers. For the first time, Billy saw her hair falling freely on her shoulders and her back. All of a sudden, Billy felt the urge of running his fingers through that sea of ​​hazel silk. Man, she was absolutely gorgeous in that casual outfit… How come he never really saw her up to that moment?

“The door swung open, and his mom stepped in through it. Billy only just barely had enough time to click to a different tab. “Sorry mom, I…” He trailed off in midsentence as he stared at her. Melissa was wearing a tiny black mini skirt that her butt was threatening to pop right out of. The blouse she had on was cut low in the front, and he could clearly see her breasts pushed together underneath it.

She sat him down with his coloring book. Then she waited. Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Liam walked out. He was wearing an old, gray, cable-knit fisherman's sweater that belonged to Henry Vale. It was a little too short in the sleeves, a little too tight in the shoulders. He wore his own jeans, which he had seemingly wrung out. He looked... different. Softer. Younger. The "armor" of his suits was gone. The sharp lines of the CEO were blurred by the wool.

was the concept. Emily sent a picture of herself wearing a short purple fitted jumpsuit gown, paired with white sneakers. Lily's eyes widened in surprise—she had never seen Emily dress like this before. Emily's slim waist stood out, and her straight brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving two strands framing her face, making her look absolutely stunning. Sarah also sent a mirror snap of herself. She was wearing a red sleeveless crop top with black shorts and black boots. Her dark brown curly hair cascaded down, making her as hot as ever.

The cursor blinked on the screen, waiting. “Still staring at it like it’s going to bite you?” I looked up. Billy stood by the doorway, coffee mug in hand, eyebrows raised in mild amusement. He had changed into casual clothes—simple jeans, a plain shirt. Nothing flashy. Nothing intimidating. Just… normal. “I think it already has,” I said, exhaling. “Several times.” He chuckled and walked closer, peering at my screen without touching anything. “You’ve been here since early morning.” “I know.”