Boss Black Dress Novels & Stories

"Hmm... the Corporal's party is one important people don't want to miss. I am not certain that there won't be one wearing a black dress but I am sure that you will be the only one gorgeous enough to pull this black dress, miss Rossie." Rossie was flattered to hear that and she thanked, Stephanie. "We'll take the black one but I want to fit into this maroon. Can you get my husband for me, please?" Stephanie smiled sweetly at her before leaving the big dressing room. It was quiet for some moments so Rossie, not thinking very well, decided to undress.

Can’t look like monsters if you’re saving sick kids. “Fine,” I say. “Fine,” he echoes, and something that might be amusing flickers across his face. “Your stylist arrives at two. Hair and makeup at four. We leave at six. Don’t be late.” The dress is beautiful and I hate it. Deep red silk, cut to fit perfectly, with a neckline that’s modest but somehow still suggestive. Elegant. Expensive. Exactly the kind of thing a mafia wife would wear to show off her husband’s wealth and power.

My boss picked a black suit and white shirt and a very nice tie, everything was just perfect, he had good taste. He suddenly turned to me and I was confused. " Aren't you going to pick a dress?" " I have a dress at home, Sir, I'll just get it, you don't need to buy me a dress." " Don't get any ideas in your head, I'm not getting you a dress as a gift, you're representing the company and you have to look nothing but the best, and besides there's no time for you to go home, so go try the dresses so we can go back to the office, we've got things to do before the event,"

I huff a bit and poke his hip with my index finger, causing him to jerk his hips sideways. “That hurt.” He replied and I just hummed. I closed my eyes inhaling deeply. The warmth from his body reached me. “Sleepyhead.” He commented but I was too sleepy to actually counter back, so I let it slide. I chose a black dress, considering it was his favorite color. Paolina had once mentioned that he loves everything black. The dress ended just above my knees and the full sleeves reached till the begging of my palm. It was backless and neckline wide.

“This doesn’t make me yours. This is just survival.” “Call it whatever helps you sleep at night,” he replied. Upstairs in a different room, Lena laid out a sleek black dress on the bed. It looked expensive and dangerous. Tight at the waist, long slit up the side. “Boss picked this one,” she said, handing it to me. “Says it’ll make a statement.” I held the dress up. “It barely covers anything.” “That’s the point.” Lena shrugged. “You need to look like you belong to him. Powerful, desired, not some scared kidnapped girl.”

They were getting things ready for Skyla right from the jewellery, makeup to the dress she would be wearing to meet Lucas. All three of them smiled and then Rose went on to receive Skyla. Grabbing her hand, she led her to the dressing table. Making her sit on the royal chair of the dressing table, Rose stood beside her. Chloe was holding a beautiful dress and Skyla's eyes glinted on seeing it. With a smile pasted on her lips, she asked, "How is this, Sasha ma'am?" Skyla stood quiet for a few seconds to let her eyes absorb the stunning dress. It was a black embellished Maxi dress made of velvet with a halter neck and there was a calf length slit to it.

I ask, shaking my head. She grinned. "I thought black was more fitting." She's wearing a black dress appropriate fora funeral not a wedding. I adjust the lace collar which has fallen over and use it to tug her closer, taking in her paler complexion, her wide eyes as she waits for my reaction. "You're right," I start, playing her game. Winning it. "Black is more fitting for a cartel princess become mafia queen." I cup the back of her head, weave my fingers into her hair and tug when she pushes against my chest.

After roughly 5 minutes I hear the bell ring and when I open the door it's Rosa and she's breathing heavily. 'Um Rosa did you run here?' 'Well yeah you need to get ready come on' she grabs my hand and takes me upstairs. She then hands me a black dress. It was sleeveless and short. 'I am not wearing that Rosa look at that thing.' 'That thing is called a dress now go get dressed.' I did what boss lady told me and she then made me sit down and she did my makeup after she was done I got to look at myself in the mirror and I looked very pretty.

Trying to undo the attention I brought him. He's proving to the public that he's straight. But he's into me, and I'll prove it. “I'm not worried,” I say to Diego while I continue eating. _____________ Hours later. I usually wear black. To intimidate, but tonight—--- I don't want that. Still, I don't want anything too bright. “I wore a faded — sky blue shirt under a black suit. Dark brown formal shoes. Cologne sprinkled over my hair and clothes—-- Invictus only this time.

I couldn't deny that he was really hands-on in taking care of me. "How long is your meeting?" I asked while also getting myself ready. I was wearing a black A-line dress that covered my shoulders entirely and had a modest scoop neckline. It hugged my body, accentuating my breasts in an elegant manner. I didn't like wearing that dress since I wasn't used to it, but since Drake bought it for that day, I felt guilty not wearing it.