Boss Black Dress Novels & Stories

Voices carried in soft waves, condolences, whispers, business talk disguised as sympathy. And at the center of it all stood Diana Russo. She looked every inch the grieving widow the press had expected. Her black dress was a masterpiece of subtle extravagance, the fabric hugging her tall frame perfectly before flowing down to the polished marble floor. Around her neck rested a necklace of deep sapphire stones framed in black diamonds, each gem catching the chandelier light like fragments of midnight. Her bracelet matched, delicate yet unmistakably expensive, while a pair of sleek sunglasses rested atop her perfectly styled hair.

But this, this he could do. “The full team is coming?” “The full team,” she confirmed, already dialing numbers. Dorian, Lena, and a nameless nail tech arrived shortly after. Dorian gossiped about his latest heartbreak while Lena worked in silence beside him, occasionally tipping my chin with a finger. They worked quickly and smoothly, covering up the nightmare I was becoming with a perfect mask. “Which dress?” Lena asked. “The black one,” I answered. “The midnight Blue,” Rosa corrected smoothly. “The emeralds don’t look good against the black in pictures.”

He was the Boss's eyes and ears, and I could not fuck up and make them think I was the least interested in Aubrey, because they would automatically see her as a weakness. The Boss was not kind with people he thought would weaken anyone in the mafia. Aubrey returned again after sometime with fresh trays, and with one chaste look at her outfit, I wanted to her up from my seat and drag her back, into one of the rooms until this whole thing was over. She was wearing a light blue dress that was tight on the bodice and loose from her waist downwards. It had a cute short sleeve and was pretty conservative, save for the fucking V-neck that the apron she was wearing that the apron failed to cover.

I slam the door in her face. I grab a drink from the minibar to drown my irritation and step onto the balcony, gazing at the kingdom drowning in the moonlight. The sound of the door opening pulls me back the second time. This time it is my beta, he hands me the dress and shoes I asked to be delivered. I take them, close the door after him, and place the items on the bed. It's a beautiful black full-length gown, shoulderless with intricate lace and gold roses. To pair with it, I opt for black heels. She will look perfect in it.

He needed to keep his guard up for any possible attacks against them. "Boss, the party has already started, and all of the most influential mafia families have seated themselves in their dignified seats. We made sure that the largest and most influential families of all the nations are on the opposite side of the dance floor, and the less influential families are nearer to the exits." Alba said. Michael raised his gaze to Alba, who was wearing a stunning sapphire blue dress with a large slit that improved her range of motion. I was aware that beneath that exquisite exterior lay a bodice brimming with weapons capable of taking out a dozen targets in a matter of seconds.

Alessandro pressed his hand firmly against my lower back, guiding me down the steps toward an office that overlooked the carnage. I couldn't help but notice her the instant we walked in. A classic Italian beauty with long, shiny black hair and a killer face. She was dressed in a black silk dress that accentuated her curves and gold jewellery. The perfect picture of a female crime boss. She rose with the grace of a queen to greet Alessandro the moment we stepped in. The woman was beautiful. “Don.” “Giovanna.” Alessandro inclined his head, the barest of response but his hand didn't leave me.

Lev stands there, holding a black box. He drops it on the bed. “Boss says wear this.” I opened the box and inside lies a simple gray dress with long sleeves and black boots. No underwear. Nothing else. I thought Sonya said Nikolai likes white. I shake my head. “I will not.” Lev steps inside. “Put it on. Or I put it on you.” I look at his hands. Big. I think of the slap. I turn away. Pull the nightgown off, fast and pull the gray dress on.

KOOKIE: Dinnertime arrives faster than anticipated. One helper around the house gets Blue dressed in a pink dress Levi purchased for her. The both of us dress in our room. The dress is a black bodycon, flared at the end. It has a minimal design with golden stones sitting around the chest area, which has a little opening that shows my cleavage. “You look stunning,” Levi whispers from behind, closing in on me.

This was a trick, of course. I couldn't tell her that my plan was to take her dancing somewhere for a drink or something similar. The truth was that I didn't know she'd say no, and I was way too determined to just let her stay behind. Ten minutes later, I heard her coming down the stairs. She was dressed in a black dress with a turtleneck and long sleeves. It ended way below her knee. Despite how much skin it covered, it hugged her body in all the right places. Alice Rhodes was dressed like a nun, but one who prayed to a fuck god and begged for pleasure, not blessings or peace or even salvation.

I'm wearing a black suit with a black mask to blend with the background Lisa is wearing a thigh-high slit black form-fitting gown with a black mask deemed with gold embroidery. We strolled gently, announcing our presence. Little mafia lords bowed and subordinates bowed even further as a sign of respect. I looked around as I didn't see my subject in mind that day.