روايات وقصص ضمن Concert Black Attire Male

Hearing a honk that absolutely startled me, causing me to stand up and to walk outside to see what it was. I opened the door and sighed. I smiled at him, genuinely. "Well, someone is ready for a party." He smiled at me too, and I swear that it was enough for any woman in this world to swoon. I don't know what else to say. My eyes are on him and are observing every detail of his outfit for tonight. And that fact that he's smiling that way, makes it more breath-taking for me. He's wearing dark jeans and a black leather jacket that has a white shirt underneath it. Simple, yet so manly. I like this Conrad. And I swear that I will never be able to deny it if someone will make me say it in front o

“No. It’s nothing. I’m good now,” “Are you sure?” he sounded concerned now, his voice soft yet brimming with a strong wave of protectiveness. I wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t bother, but then my gaze travelled down his outfit. He was dressed like a musician—someone that had a lot to do with the media, but there was this air of nonchalance in his outfit, coupled with the hint of blings. He was handsome, his icy blonde hair complementing his marble grey eyes. A balanced jaw line in sharp contrast with his sensuous lips.

After a pause, he added, “Greta, I’d like to commission you to create Derek’s full club uniform. I know you’ll take excellent care of him… just as you do with me.” The men’s club uniform consisted of a navy blazer, tan or white slacks, and a light pink or white button-down long-sleeve shirt..required in the restaurant and for all evening events except the annual ball. “Thank you, Arthur,” Greta purred. “I was hoping I’d get to work with Derek.” She turned to me with a knowing smile. “Your father-in-law can give you my private number so we can schedule your appointment.” She gave Arthur a lingering smile and returned to her table.

The musicians had begun playing but I remained rooted to spot. “You’re alright,” My father assured, “You’re alright,” he repeated and I nodded, then took a step, followed by another, soon I was walking down the aisle to Cassian. Only when he’d taken my gloved hands in his did my father step away. Cassian was in a black high collar tailored coat with gold embroidery, and a long cape over his shoulders. His brown hair had been stylishly done to accentuate the sharpness of his features. He looked regal and absolutely dashing.

The room was light enough for me to see most of the people, but with my head bowed, it was difficult to make them out clearly. Everyone was in black. Half of the crowd seemed to have black robes similar to the one Tracey had on. They were flimsy and almost see through, but in the darkness I wasn't sure they were also naked underneath. There 'partners' wore traditional black formal attire and they all wore masks. I could not be certain that they were all men, but clearly most of them were. I was the only one in the room not in black. The room remained silent for some time.

There were other musicians within the parade as well, but it was the deep vibration of the bass drums that carried the reptilian line along. Most of them wore costumes, almost all in shades of red. It was difficult to see anyone’s full face. Either a half mask, paint, outlandish makeup, or an instrument hid most of their faces from view. Cadence was standing directly beside the route, and she soon felt Drew’s arm slip through hers as she bounced up to get a better view.

I only look for two people; the faces of the men I want to spend my life with. The men who complete me (along with my sons of course). My eyes catch theirs; faces of awe and love. I feel my frightened look change and stretch into one of happiness. Kaden is in a simple black tuxedo; with a silver tie, whereas Kol's donning a grey tux with the stripped black and silver tie I bought for him recently. They look so handsome. So damn sexy. Just then did I realise the song playing was the one I'd begged the guys to let me have; Pachelbel's Canon.

I shouted, this time with a tighten face. I was about intimidating them, when three men with an irregular pattern of cloth came in. They wore black trousers with a white shirt tuck in, the black tie around their neck was not too long, long enough to be allowed in a church choir department. The distinctive different between them and the normal uniform men was their long black coat and shades. When i saw their faces, i knew Jane was in a deep mess. I was in between smiling and pitying.

It also stopped below my ass and my melons were looking amazing. “Where are those guys?” Emmy was annoyed. “I need to eat, anyway.” Sitting down, I unwrapped the supper dad brought me. I was a sandwich and chips. “Don’t mess up my makeup.” Emmy warned. I was half way done when the boys walked in. “Ready?” Colt was in all black. Jacob had a red silk shirt on with black pants and Ace had a white button up on. His was untucked with sleeves rolled. Kara was with them, wearing a satin blue dress that was a halter top and stopped mid thigh.

NIRVANA Knight Blackwell was only in a formal white shirt, sleeves rolled over his elbows, showing off those huge muscles and veins. He matched it with dark pants but clearly knew he could pull it off effortlessly. He was massive and taller up-closed, and he looked unbelievably attractive, not to mention his neat quiff cinnamon brown hair, full lips, straight nose, and the dark stubble covering his hard jawline made him look like he was ready to seal the billion-dollar deal for tonight.