Novel & Cerita Fictional Character Dti Outfit

Because part of me wanted him there. The next morning, I dressed casually. I wore a soft yellow sundress that brushed my knees when I moved and tied my hair up in a ponytail. My reflection in the mirror looked like the girl I used to be. For a second, I smiled. Then I grabbed my small purse and went downstairs. The moment I stepped into the foyer, I stopped. Dante was already there. He was leaning against the side of the table, scrolling through something on his phone, dressed, of course in a perfectly tailored dark suit. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a magazine cover. Serious. Intimidating. Every inch of him screamed power.

"This is all for me?" "Custom tailored," Dimitri confirmed. "Boss spares no expense for his employees." Elon emerged a few minutes later in the fitted tuxedo. My breath caught slightly. Cleaned up, properly dressed, Elon was striking. The tuxedo emphasized his lean build, the sharp lines of his face. His dark hair had been styled. He looked like he belonged at a society gala. "Well?" Elon asked, sounding defensive. "Do I pass?" "You'll do." I kept my voice neutral. "We need to work on your cover story. Sit."

Danny walked in and threw him a burgundy robe as Darrell said, “What the fuck is this color?” Danny laughed, “Now who’s complaining,” as he tamed his own blonde hair. Barefoot in black slacks and a white button-up, he walked to the coffee table and dipped down to snatch up his phone as Nate and Elliott appeared behind him, joking with each other about their ill-fitting clothing. Eli’s stocky frame was less slender than Danny’s so the grey slacks and black button-up tugged on him. The outfit was a barely contained stack of muscle. “I look like one of those insecure guys who wears his shit too tight to show off what he’s got.” “Or a stripper,” Darrell offered with a smirk.

Dimitri. It felt like an eternity had passed before Tanya broke the deafening silence. "I'm off home," she pecked me on the cheek, "Be good." "I'll try," I sighed before a sauntering Tanya disappeared from the bar. Dimitri was always handsome, no matter what. His slightly unbuttoned black shirt was exposing his hard, muscular chest, accompanied by a regular pair of denim jeans and black shoes. Simple, but still effortlessly gorgeous. "I hope you don't mind," he started, "Callista told me where you work. She seems to like you."

Dante snapped his finger. "You are going to die and every relative you have is going to die too." Dante got back up and looked at Ditto. "I'd be leaving. Get rid of the CCTV camera footages and... Just take care of things" Dante was sure he didn't need to spell things out for Ditto anymore. "Yes boss." * Dante alighted from his car, dressed in a blue shirt and black trousers. He also had a small black bag in his hands His bloody clothes had of course been discarded.

But in camera we are not giving them anything to query. I gently fitted the brown glasses on my eyes. I flicked my eyes, gazing at the mirror. The Royal White Wolf was gone. It was a girl with brown eyes and a normal face gazing back at me. "Are you ready?" Dante asked from the doorway. He was in a black suit that was well-cut and a blue tie that was similar to my dress. He appeared strong, threatening and entirely inaccessible. As prepared as I am going to be, I said, and I picked up a small clutch purse.

I tried to push him, and to my surprise, he moved really easily. "If it happens again, you can slap me across my face. I won't mind." My jaw drops. Shock renders me speechless. "Have you gone insane, you psycho?" I finally manage. Dmitri chuckles, showcasing the dimples across his face. This asshole managed to smile even after all this insult. He sure is crazy. "Do you even know shit about me?" I demand. Dmitri's eyes glint. "Your name is Spencer Hayes, 25, fashion designer. You're a self-proclaimed fashion icon."

“Think about it. I’m with you either way.” Dante strode in. I shook my head. That damn man always looked like he just came off the runway, or a magazine featuring the top CEOs. He wore a white three-piece suit and against his tan skin and dark hair, it didn’t look too shabby. It almost led you to believe he wasn’t a threat. Almost. “Hey, pretty boy.” He flipped me the middle finger, and I chuckled. Yes, maybe I was in a great mood today. “Well, this pretty boy has a surprise coming for you guys.”

I cock my head to the side, and a stray lock of my blonde hair tumbles across my face. “Something wrong with my outfit?” I ask, pouting my bubblegum pink lips. Dante grins. “Not at all.” An uneasy feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. I’d gone all out on my outfit—I was aiming for ‘stripper secretary’. 90% of my motivation was wanting to piss Dante off by ‘following’ his instructions, without really following them. His reaction is throwing me off guard, though. Did he tell me to dress business professional because he knew I’d do the opposite and choose something slutty? Was this his plan all along? Even if it was, why would he want me dressed up as a stripper secretary?

He shook his head and sat down. "I'm presuming sure you already lost your chances with her." "I love her." "Everyone close to you knows that," Oliver mumbled. "And as much as you are good with showing it, you are also very good with screwing it up." The door pushed open and Dante walked in, casually dressed in a pink button up shirt and white pants paired with a black leather shoe. My brows shot up, both in surprise and out of curiosity. Dante loved dressing up, but never in bright colours.