Celana Zara Pria Novels & Stories

Zarla says as she sees me struggling to choose professional-looking clothes. “I am utterly confused as to what is considered as ‘professional, casual, yet elegant clothing'. What even is that? Zarla laughs first, then says, “I’m pretty sure that just means nothing sexy. No cleavage, no tight trousers. Just wear something you feel comfortable in.” “I feel comfortable in my boy shorts, Zarla, but I can’t wear that,” I groan. My whole room was a mess. I had dug through my entire wardrobe, yet I still couldn’t decide on what to wear.

As they drove down the road, Kiara kept sneaking glances at Zane who was busy on his phone. “What is it? Do you want to say something?" Zane questioned as he dropped his phone and turned to her. “You look great in casual wear" He was literally dressed in black pants and a black button up shirt. He tucked half of the shirt in and didn't button his shirt up fully, revealing his chiseled chest. Gosh! He looked like he just got down from a runway but then again, he looked like that no matter what he wore.

Pull off every string between him and Kenzo. This time. He’s not living to tell the story. He would have killed him while he was still young, he hadn’t known he would grow up to be this strong. Zara came down from the stairs. Clan in her skimpy sleeveless pajamas. Her nipple shoot her out, and the pajamas could barely cover her thighs. Her footsteps were light, she walks with elegance and power. She was no doubt a beauty. “Dad?” “Zara darling. Be quick!”

Chapter 8 Zara did not panic. Panic was a luxury reserved for people who hadn't spent the last five years preparing for war. Instead, she ended the call with Priya, walked smoothly into her massive walk-in closet, and selected her armor. She chose a tailored, razor-sharp suit in deep charcoal, paired with a pair of terrifyingly high stilettos. She applied a coat of matte red lipstick with a steady, unshakeable hand. By the time her private driver pulled up to the Frost Industries building, the terrified, heartbroken twenty-two-year-old girl was locked securely in a box in the back of her mind. Only the CEO remained.