Boss Black Dress Novels & Stories

Lucas leaned against the doorframe, watching me with amusement as I pulled out the contents. A dress. And not just abt dress, this was designer, A sleek satin black dress with a halter neck that ran dangerously high up the thigh. A matching set of shoes rest at the bottom of the bag along with a velvet box. I popped it open, my breath catching slightly at the sight of a delicate diamond necklace. I inhaled sharply. My first instinct was to return it. “Guess the boss wants to make sure everyone sees you tonight,” Lucas remarked, staring at me with a knowing look.

Lily Montgomery The mansion lights were flawless. The main hall was filled with men dressed in black—discreet, yet dangerous. Mobsters, Matteo’s allies, the elite of our alliance. The soft jazz music played in the background, like a feeble attempt to pretend that tonight was just another fancy party and not a business meeting in disguise. I descended the stairs wearing the black dress I had chosen carefully. It wasn’t just elegance — it was armor. The tight fabric, the side slit, the high heels. Nothing protected me more than the appearance of someone who isn’t afraid, even when everything inside me screamed the opposite.

It was a midi dress with beautiful embroidery designs at the top. The next dress was a stunning red maxi dress that swept the floor. But lastly, there was a black mini dress with long sleeves and a round neckline. "I will go with the black dress," I told Madam Rosa, choosing the black dress from her assistant's hands. Madam Rosa smiled and gave me a nod. "Go ahead and put it on," she gestured, and I went to dress up. As I stood aside and put on the black dress, which had a zipper at the back, I turned to face Madam Rosa and her assistant. They both gasped, their eyes widening in surprise.

She only has less than an hour before she will be brought to the room of that evil man, they called Boss. She stood up and opened the wardrobe cabinet, which according to the maid was for her. There inside the cabinet, she saw a lot of dresses, seductive nighties of different colors, pieces of underwear that mostly are thongs-type, brassieres, and others. She frowned seeing what type of clothes were inside the cabinet. They are all to be used to please or seduce the Boss, and she wanted to puke by just thinking of having s*x with an old evil man. She then grabbed the most decent dress that she could find inside the cabinet. It was a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a blue-green blouse, which

“Do you know what you are wearing?” I glanced down at my dress and said, “A dress?” He let out a small chuckle before replying, “Not just any dress.” He spun me around before continuing, “the dress is called The black Widow, designed by Marcello De Luca in 1965. The famous actress Vivienne Rosehart wore it in 1965, the night she walked into a gala full of men who wanted to ruin her… but instead she left with every single one of them begging at her feet.”

I chuckled as she ran off, wondering why she was being so dramatic. I lifted up the dresses she'd left one by one, but none seemed to have the vibe i was looking for. I just wanted something that would give off my aura. My eyes travelled around the place and something caught my attention. I wasted no time in walking over to it. It was a black dress with tiny stones on it. Open somewhere in the middle and slitted all the way down. “Lucan” I called. “Yes boss” she ran to me. My face turned red as people around turned their heads, obviously wondering who the boss was.

She wore a scarlet dress, a boldly short one that barely covered her flawless thighs. The back of the dress was completely bare, a planned display of skin intended to distract and seduce. She met their gaze, unflinching. "I'm here to see your boss," she announced, her voice loud enough for all of them to hear. "I have an appointment with him." One of the henchmen, a bulky figure with a shaved head, stepped forward. "Follow me," he grunted, his voice empty of emotion. "The boss is waiting."

He didn’t even argue, but he looked like he wanted to cry. I had worn my red Katie May Boss Blazer dress, sharp at the shoulders and clean along the waist, the hem kissing mid-thigh like it knew exactly where to stop. Dawn wore a black double-breasted Dolce & Gabbana blazer dress with gold buttons and unapologetic cleavage. We walked into that boardroom like a warning label.

It was so lousy and unusual. She wore a dress she saved for nights she wanted to look like a seductress. It was black, backless, the hem of it barely above mid thigh, the neckline so deep that any move she made revealed her luscious boobs. She didn't wear a bra. Red lipstick on and her long hair loose and wild. She felt someone watching her, she turned and locked eyes with her Boss Ethan. He was seated at a bar, in dark jeans and a black button-down rolled at the sleeves, looking nothing like the strict VP who ruled her weekdays.

her voice was okay and her speech was eloquent, Bianca couldn’t have been more proud, “From what you can already see on the documents, B-clothing has decided to….” Her voice trailed off when the door opened again and the big boss sauntered into the room. He was dressed in a pair of black tailored suit and his hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail and he had a clean undercut. A small smirk was playing at the edge of his lips and the moment his eyes came in contact with Bianca’s, he winked at her which made her cringe. How could he be so shameless?