Boss Black Dress Novels & Stories

The man asked stammering as he looked in Boss’ eyes. “I would like to saunter myself.” The boss said taking off his coat and taking out the cap from his bag. He wore the cap and went out walking past the man by the door. He was wearing a total black attire making him look suspicious of himself. People on Island wore more bright and colorful dresses and they preferred colorful dresses and surrounding too over dull and black and gloomy ones. Roads had flowers on their sides giving a very beautiful view. But Boss hated the all the colors except Red. Of course he loved the color of blood very much.Afterall blood was his love.

Chelsea sat in front of the mirror, observing herself. Joyce stood behind her, smiling at their reflection. Chelsea turned her head from side to side, acknowledging the diamond earrings that hung on her ear lobes. Her hair had been neatly styled into a ponytail. She was equally made up elegantly. Hugo popped his head in from a door. "The Boss is waiting" he announced. Chelsea stood up and checked her outline. Clad in a black straight-cut gown, her features were mildly pronounced. She heaved in satisfaction and turned to Joyce.

She kept her eyes glued to the floor, her hands shaking visibly as she held a piece of dark fabric over her arm. I stood up. "Ma'am," she whispered. Her voice trembled. "The Boss wants you to wear this. He sent for you." I walked closer and took the fabric from her. The sheer weightlessness of it made my stomach drop. I let it unfold. It was a black silk nightgown. The straps were impossibly thin, the neckline dipped low, lined with intricate black lace, and the hem would barely reach my mid-thigh. It wasn't entirely sheer, but it was far from modest.

******* Gala Preparation Final Meeting: As the newly appointed Boss Lady of "Flawless," I confidently strode into the elegantly decorated conference room, clutching my meticulously crafted plan of action. Dressed to impress, I wore a striking off-the-shoulder sweater blouse in a vibrant green apple hue that hugged my frame just right, paired with chic, wide-leg white trousers that flowed gracefully with every step. The six-inch heel pumps I chose added a touch of height and sophistication, ensuring all eyes were on me. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the ladies, adorned in cheerful shades of pink—symbolizing femininity, unity, and readiness—prepared and looked forward to an evenin

"Too... Disney princess." Damn! At this point... I just think we'll keep going until thirty minutes is over. I'm not a fan of choosing the perfect dress, I just go with what looks cool on me. Her eyes land on it-a sleek black off-shoulder body con dress with a slit high enough to make angels blink. "This. This right here screams 'you may be an Alpha, but I'm the boss of your thoughts tonight,'" she says, holding it up like the damn Holy Grail.

I yelled. “Boss wouldn’t be pleased if he heard this,” Luciana disclosed in a whisper and continued drying my body while I watched on. I had to pick a dress from the ones presented to me, they were exactly like what I wore as a spoiled mafia princess who never cared about the price tags. “I’ll have that one,” I pointed to a black gown that had pearls on the front, just above the neck.

Monica was maybe sixty with silver hair cut in a sharp bob, wearing all black and the kind of heels I could never pull off. “Mr. Blackwood has exquisite taste,” she said while her two assistants started unpacking what looked like an entire department store’s worth of supplies. “He picked this himself.” She pulled out a garment bag and I watched her unzip it slowly then she pulled out the dress. It was emerald green. So dark it was almost black in some lights, floor-length with a fitted bodice and a slit up one side that went way too high.

Boxes were dropped on the bed, and makeup brushes were lined up on the vanity. The head maid gave me a polite smile. "The boss wants you to look perfect tonight." I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "How thoughtful of him." She acted like she didn't hear me. One of the younger girls opened a big black box, and I actually lost my breath for a second. The dress was dark red, deep, like wine and it looked expensive. Really expensive. "No," I said, my voice flat. Everything stopped. "I’m not wearing that."

I wasn't even in my dress yet, and I was already looking like an entirely different person; a beautiful one. Anissa helped me get into my dress. It was a black, flowy gown, with a lot of glitters and flowery design. Merely by the looks and feel of it, I could tell that the dress cost a fortune. Brandon really outdid himself on this one. "The Boss is gonna go bonkers, once he sees you in this." Anissa beamed, making me smile sadly at my reflection in the mirror. Sadly, Brandon wasn't going to be seeing me in this dress. He was off, attending to more pressing issues.

"You better not disappoint and make sure your dress is black, the boss loves dark stuff. Be fast about it." I gave him a mocking salute. "Don't worry, I never disappoint, I'll give the boss whatever he wants. He's gonna have a memorable birthday." Inside the dressing room, I quickly found an outfit that matched the seductive and commanding image I wanted to project...a black lace bodysuit with strategic cutouts that left little to the imagination. I paired it with thigh-high boots and adjusted my eyes mask. The effect was stunning and dangerously alluring. When I emerged, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The transformation was complete. I looked every bit the dark temptress I intended