Boss Black Dress Novels & Stories

“I meant what I said. I'll pick you up for dinner. Seven o'clock.” Elvis, of course. "Hazel." Betty had stopped jumping. "That's not all he sent." She pointed at the wardrobe. "There's a dress and shoes." I opened the wardrobe. The dress was hanging in a clear cover, something floor-length, deep green. The shoes beneath it were exactly right. "Is that who I think it is?" Betty said. "Your boss?" "Yes." The sound she made was not a word, a full-body reaction, both arms coming up, screaming out her lungs, the neighbors could probably hear.

I thought about it for a while wondering how much danger this would cost me, but if I was going to be a part of Enzo's life, I would have to get used to the jobs that came along with it. I loved him, the love I have for him answered for me. "It's okay, I'll do it'" I responded while he searched my eyes for any signs of hesitation but nodded after a while. Then he sat me down on the chair. Snapping his fingers one of the maids came running in. "Get her ready, and go with the black dress" he said to her while she addressed him as boss as he walked out of the door. After she finished doing my makeup, I ran my hands down the side of the tight bodycon black dress I was putting on, the V line of t

Tessa looked at Belin who came out of the dressing room in a black suit and vest. "Of course. You should get a black dress too." "Mafia theme you mean?" Tessa asked once again, as there wasn't a hint of flashy color in Berlin's notoriously flashy look. "That's right!" Berlin snapped her fingers. Tessa nodded her head and walked inside to pick out her outfit and settled on a black knee-length baby doll dress and a leather jacket in the same color, not forgetting her calf-high black velvet boots.

I've gone with a little black dress that is basically backless, treating the world to a lot of skin exposure. "I appreciate that thank you" I reply with a giggle as I walk over to the chair and pick up the small black clutch I've picked out to go with it. Rhode 's eyes follow me the entire was as he sits on the bed already dressed in his suit. Apparently the boys plans involve bourbons, cigars and pretending to be James Bond for the night. "Fucking hell, just don't do a lot of bending over okay?" Rhode states with a chuckle. He's probably right, it is a very short dress after all. I turn my head back at him and smirk softly.

he says pointing to the black dress she is holding in her hands. “Have you been watching that movie again?” “I would be lying to you if I said no” I take the dress from her hands and put it on, I can't deny that her choice is better than mine, this dress is amazingly beautiful, the long sleeves are lace and it leaves my back exposed. “You're done babe, now go and get him!” Ah? oh! he thinks... “Rashid, this is not a date.” “No?” “No, it's a negotiation closing celebration.”

The image in front of his eyes took his breath away. The slender body in a stunning pale-pink satin evening dress stood there and smiling beautifully. The upper part above the dress was covered with lace, decorated with delicate golden silk in flower patterns. The shoulders and arms had see-through soft silk down to the wrists. Beautiful and showed nothing as the boss required. She had her shiny black hair up in a bun. Her face applied makeup only lightly but she looked beautiful and perfect. Leo lit a smile and stepped forward her. "You look very pretty." He complimented sincerely from his heart. Stella gave him a shy smile. She raised her hands to straighten his tie.

Weekend:- Hailey entered the venue, catching everyone's attention in a stunning gown that exuded both elegance and mystery. The dress was a rich, deep burgundy shade that almost appeared black in certain lights, with intricate black lace detailing that added a touch of sophistication. The bodice was fitted, with an asymmetrical neckline that left one shoulder bare, emphasizing her graceful collarbone and neck. The full, voluminous skirt flowed down, adorned with delicate embellishments that sparkled subtly as she moved.

It was always as Blackstorm’s Luna, representing her pack’s interests. She wore a white velvet gown, one of the dresses she had found in the closet when she first arrived. The dress had a V-neckline and was sleeveless, fitting her upper body and flaring at her knees. She wore a gold drop necklace that settled in the middle of her chest and matching gold stud earrings. On her feet, she wore white heels to match the dress.

"To our wedding?" "Mr. Kelvin was very specific." Bonnie wouldn't meet her eyes. "He said white would be a lie. That you're not coming to him innocent or willing. The black is honest." "The black is sick." "The black is what he wants." Bonnie moved toward the door. "I'll be outside. Call if you need help with the zipper." Alone, Rosa touched the dress. The fabric was expensive silk or something close to it. My funeral, Rosa thought. The death of everything I was.

“Fine. But if you’re going, you’re not showing up in another stiff blazer. You need something that says, ‘I’m in charge, but I look damn good doing it.’” I rolled my eyes, setting the folder aside. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “Of course I am,” Isabel said, pulling me up from the chair. “Come on, we’re going through your closet.” --- In my apartment, Isabel had every piece of clothing I owned spread out on the bed. She held up a sleek black dress, raising her brows. “This one. It’s sharp, sexy, and screams boss without even trying.” I crossed my arms, eyeing it suspiciously. “It’s too much.”