Celana Zara Pria Novels & Stories

"Wear this. Don't use your cargo pants again today." Helga looked at the clothing of Zean's choice. It was a pair of chic tailored trousers in solid black, paired with a dark emerald green silk shirt. That choice of clothing showed that Zean was beginning to understand Helga's true self, not forcing her to be very feminine or graceful like the late Helen, yet still demanding an appearance worthy of the high-class standards of a mafia family.

After hanging up, Zara quickly tried to remove Yosef's hand from her waist. Charvi had sent Zara some clothes, but she was not sure of Zara's size. She knew Zara had work to do, so instead of a typical business suit, she chose a smart-looking set—shorts, a shirt, and a jacket. Zara's legs looked very fair and slim in the outfit. Yosef, who was behind her, could not help but remember how she had clung to him the night before. Her legs had been wrapped around him as he held her on the windowsill.

Zara rolled her eyes, “Well, I’m not exactly the good daughter. Plus I have two kids now. I can’t be reckless. She won’t let me.” The ride was silent again. They stopped by a clothing shop. Zara walked through the store, casually strolling through the store until she got to the gym wear section. Just as she was still contemplating on which style to pick, Ace’s voice came from behind, making her jump, “Try this.” “Hey! How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough,” he said, trying for a cold tone but failing. “We don’t have all day. Try this.” He handed her a set— a halter neck gym top and a short enough to barely hug her thighs.

POV: Caleb . . I was still gripping the phone like a lifeline, my thumb hovering over Daniel’s name, when Zara stepped so close I could feel the heat pouring off her body. Calling that tiny black piece of cloth she had on a dress was a joke; it was honestly more like a handkerchief. The thin straps dug into her shoulders, and the low neckline did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were, two stiff peaks begging to be sucked. Her thighs were bare, and I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, because I practically requested the escort to come completely naked under her clothes.

I bought several clothes from Forever 21, Guess and Zara. One shirt from Zara I am wearing today. It’s an overnight shirt that has sequins on it. I partnered it with my most rugged pants. For my shoes, I am wearing my new Rene Caovilla Stilettos in the color silver. Good thing, I brought my Hermes Kelly. I put my wallet and phone inside while my Chanel sunglasses are on my head. I took a mirror shot and after it, I get my Kelly and bring out its sling. I am about to go out of our house when heavy rainfalls that makes me mad.

It’s a little unsettling, but their outfit’s the thing that catches her eye the most. They’re wearing pale-blue jeans with ripped knees and a plain black men’s buttoned shirt with the top three buttons undone, tucked into their jeans. Their cropped bright-red leather biker jacket covered in colourful patches makes Celine a little jealous, she wants one now. There’s an eclectic mix of rings on almost every finger and a simple chain around their neck with a small pendant that Celine can’t identify from here.

"If you have a little self-awareness, you should divorce him as soon as possible. There's no point occupying a place that doesn't belong to you. You don't deserve it at all!" Zach pushed her aside emotionlessly. Celica then put on an apologetic look. "I didn't know there would be other people here. Why didn't you call me? I wouldn't have dressed like this if I'd known!" Cecelia had taken a shower after getting off the plane and she was wearing a set of sexy black camisole pajamas. Madelyn saw it and realized that it was the same set that the salesperson had handed to her in the mall earlier today. However, she had bought it without really looking at it.

“The world’s just been waiting on you to say yes.” ⸻ That night, Zara stared at the pieces. Fitted bombers with mesh-cut paneling. Wide-legged trousers with tailored stitching and raw hem rebellion. The kind of clothes that didn’t whisper—they roared. She ran her fingers over the label. ZARA BLACK powered by Maddox Her heart caught. She didn’t remember agreeing to take his name. And yet… it looked right. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Still pretending he’s yours? Still pretending you deserve that world?

The air was filled with the cheerful buzz of chatter and the occasional clink of glasses. “See? This isn’t so bad,” Zara said, nudging me playfully as we stepped inside. I gave her a faint smile. “Yeah, it’s nice.” As soon as Loren appeared at the far end of the hall, Zara lit up like a firecracker. “There he is!” she whispered excitedly. Without hesitation, she unzipped her padded jacket and slipped it off, revealing a sleek, form-fitting black top paired with high-waisted leather pants. Her outfit clung to her like a second skin, emphasizing her athletic frame.

I was hating all this. Once inside, Zara and Mr. Wali made their way towards a couple of businessmen. Mr. Wali was wearing a checked grey color pent coat, with a white button-up shirt and a black tie.  His hair was designed in a nice way. He was exuding a powerful aura. "Come with me," Miss. Layana stated. I accompanied her towards a group of ladies. She was wearing a red-colored knee-length dress that clung to her body like a second skin.