Boss Black Dress Novels & Stories

She seems content, but I think part of her would like to be able to talk about her day with him. "Fine. I'll go. On one condition..." I say. "What?" "I get to wear your brand new dress." She eyed me curiously but ultimately nodded her head in agreement. "If that's what it takes to get you out there, then so be it." Jessica's dress was absolutely stunning. It was an all-black dress with diamond accents. It was a combination of a short and long dress. The overall cut was short, as it tapered long towards the left. My entire right leg was bare and left little to the imagination where it stopped just below my waist. There were also intricate cuts throughout the middle. My stomach and back were v

“Put this on.” I pick up the piece of clothing, holding it up by the straps. It’s a tight, sleeveless black dress crafted from a material that looks like liquid obsidian, designed to cling to every single contour of a woman’s body without a single inch of mercy. “Are you sure this isn’t just another excuse to torture me?” I mutter, raising a brow. “Whose dress is this anyway?” “Like I need an excuse,” he scoffs, turning his back to give me privacy as he walks toward the hearth. “Just put the dress on and be down in five.”

She looked heavenly. But why didn’t she feel beautiful at all? The man she liked didn’t want her. What was the point of getting dolled up for those Mafia men? When the make-up was done, she took the dress prepared for her and put it on despite her reluctance. The dress was a very short sleeveless black leather dress. It was open on the front. There were strings holding the deep plunging neckline together in a zig-zag pattern, exposing parts of her breasts and stomach. The same pattern was on each hip, cascading to the hem of the dress teasingly exposing her milky skin.

"Your tits are gonna look so very incredible in this." It was gorgeous, undeniably, but it felt too intentional, very much like I was trying to seduce him, which with absolutely certainty, I know I was not. So now I'm forced to look more at the second dress. It was a black midi dress with long sleeves and a high neck. It was classic, sophisticated, safe. But maybe too safe? Too formal? Like it's a business meeting, and this is no business meeting.

I knew exactly what those words meant when he whispered them to me Seventy-two hours ago. The dress I was wearing tonight was elegant, black, the kind that cost more than most people made in a year, and it fit me perfectly, like it had been made for a body I hadn't fully grown into yet. My hair was styled neatly, every strand accounted for. My makeup was flawless, precise in a way that felt less like beauty and more like armor. I looked exactly like who Adrian wanted me to be — the wife of a dangerous mafia boss, rich, poised, untouchable. I picked up the mask from the vanity, a handheld one, black with a matte finish, gold lining the edges around the eyes, a small cluster of black feathers

365 Days to Fall in Love with Mr. Mafia Boss Daria woke me at 6:30 AM by opening my curtains. “You’re expected downstairs in twenty minutes,” she said, setting a garment bag on the bed. “Signor De Santis wants you presentable.” Presentable. Like I was a painting he was loaning out. The garment bag held a black dress. Not the red silk from last night. This one had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit that stopped at mid-thigh. Conservative, for Alessandro. It fit like it had been measured to my skin.

Deadass, I looked like a completely different human being. The dress was stupidly heavy. It was this midnight-blue, almost black silk that hugged every single curve I had. It was completely backless, with long sleeves, and the whole thing was covered in thousands of tiny, hand-stitched black crystals. When I moved, the dress looked like the actual night sky. It looked like money. It looked like danger. It looked exactly like the wife of a billionaire mob boss. Which, plot twist of the century, I legally was. Leaving Leo was the hardest part. I swear to God, I almost threw up right there in the hallway.

ROB’S POV Bianca stepped out of the villa like sin wrapped in elegance, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. The dress was black, tight, and dangerously short. It clung to her like it knew she could weaponize beauty, and her legs stole the breath from anyone paying attention. The neckline dipped low enough to make me forget how to breathe altogether.

Some people seem to be able to carry it all around in their heads—I need lists. Alex gave her a quick hug. ‘You’re a treasure, actually.’ At siX o’clock the next evening, Alex started to get ready. The dress was beautiful even though it was discreet and black. It had a ruched, strapless bodice in a fine silk crêpe and a long fitted skirt with a small slit up one side. A cropped, short-sleeved bolero with a stand-up collar completed the outfit. Alex stared at herself once she was in the dress, and remembered Margaret Winston’s enthusiasm for it.

I quickly stepped out to grab it, rushing back inside and locking the door tight before Beatrice and Chloe could come back and start asking questions. I ripped the package open. Inside lay a breathtaking black cocktail dress from **Reformation**. I gasped, throwing both hands over my mouth so I wouldn't scream out loud. I pulled the dress out and held it up. It was almost the same style as the short bodycon dress I had worn to Dennis's party, only this one looked far more expensive. I took off my clothes, put the dress on, and looked in the mirror. It fit my body like it was made just for my curves.