Novel & Cerita Boss Black Dress

The bag of clothes he’d gotten for me was still carefully sitting on the vanity. I walked over to it and took out the clothes to choose which of them would be the best to murder someone in. One of the black dresses caught my eye. I held it up to get a full view of it. One look and I decided it was the perfect dress for the night, a slit dress with an exposed back. The bodice was nothing but gold chains and I was sure it wouldn’t do a good enough job of covering my 40D cup breasts. I guess it wasn’t a bad idea for a man to die with his eyes firmly on my nipples.

Reasoned Chris in a soft voice. "But-" "Who is your boss Evelyn?" Chris eyed me with a calculative gaze. "You." "Then consider it an order." He said, turning his eyes back to his phone as Xavier and I exchanged a look. ~•~ The dress Kat packed for me was a black bodycon dress with spaghetti straps. The dress hugged me tightly, showcasing each and every one of my curves. After knowing that I was going on a business trip to California, she bought it for me from one of those crazy expensive brands. The past Evelyn would kill to wear a dress like this but not me. I couldn't wear such body-fitting clothes anymore as I lost my confidence in my body.

"We need to leave by 7 PM. Mrs. Rossi will help you prepare." Back at the penthouse, I found a large box laid out on my bed. "Mr. Romano chose it himself," Mrs. Rossi said with a knowing smile as she helped me open it. Inside was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was a dark red floor-length dress with a plunging neckline and open back. Alongside it were matching heels, a clutch, and a velvet box containing a diamond necklace that must have cost more than my mother's entire medical bill.

"My Boss will explain everything; all you need to do is sit there and be quiet like a good little girl, hm," He retorted, continuing to eye up my breasts before staring at my bare legs. I let out a heavy sigh waiting for the boss to walk in any moment and probably give me the torturing of a lifetime by the looks of the weapons on the table. Isabella then strode in wearing a tight black dress with black stockings and her face painted with heavy makeup she also wore some red heels.

"Oh. Ok. I can get into that game. Let's dress for showing off!" "Half an hour later I'm in my gray suit. Carla and Bette are in little black dresses. The same cut, the same size and different fabrics. Bette was in black satin, Carla in black sequins. The dresses were sleeveless, strapless, tight enough that anything inside showed. They wore thigh high stockings, no panties and no bras. Three inch, entrance-me pumps finished off their outfits.

Adrienne said impatiently. "But..." "See you later, Lisa," Adrienne interrupted and headed to her room. There, she found a shopping bag on her bed, next to a bunch of flowers. She opened the bag and saw a black dress with a dangerously high slit, a pair of black heels, and a note that said; "Wear this tonight ~ BOSS."

Christian, Nico, and Frankie go quiet, turning to me, their eyes each moving over me in a way that makes me scowl because I feel like a piece of meat being judged at the butcher shop before being wrapped up and carried home. “Is this really how you want me to look?” I ask, gesturing at the black dress with its little gold details. It’s cute, really – more spring-forward than I’d have thought would be appropriate in winter. A little shapeless in its mod style, but short enough that my long legs are on full display. The little gold details on the belt and the buttons that run down the front match the gold strip on the heel of my black leather booties. I mean, again, it’s cute but…none of it sc

The burn is great and has me closing my eyes for a few seconds as I feel it slide all the way down. "No, baby girl, I can tell you love your job and enjoy it." He gives me a knowing smile. I respond with a sheepish one. "I do, but that doesn’t mean I am not done with the bullshit." Slamming my glass down, I get to my feet. “Let’s go kick asses once again” I give a wry smile and smoothen the creases on my dress, it is a silver long sleeved dress with a boat neck and a completely bare back except for 2 black chains at the nape of my neck and my waist line. I feel a bit uncomfortable, but my best friend and roommate who lent me the dress would not hear otherwise.

It was a tube style and behind her gown was a huge white ribbon, which made it cuter behind. “You look like a model,” she commented. Well, he was wearing that simple black and white suit with a huge cut on his chest, the reason why his broad chest can easily be seen. “It's styled like this,” he uttered. That broad chest would probably attract every woman at the party. “Let's go. We don't want to be late,” she said and held his hand as they went outside. They were all on their way at the party. Everyone was arriving gradually. The party was all prepared and organized. The biggest Mafia bosses together with their clans are arriving, wearing their expensive looks.

Gina dressed in a black pin-striped suit and matching high-heeled boots, while Rhonda wore a gray suit with black stilettos. Their pants clung tightly to their shapely upper thighs and outlined the curves of their derrières, but fell loose from their knees. Nothing was exposed except their glorious selves. The ladies' silky, fine hair exhibited a sharp contrast with their suits—auburn against black and brunette on gray. The same Eggs and Flowers' concierge escorted them to the Boss' private room. As the alluring pair walked by, the other patrons wondered which table these fine creatures would be seated at.