Fictional Character Dti Outfit Novels & Stories

gown was the centerpiece, but I had also created a sharp black power suit with subtle armor-like detailing on the shoulders, a sensual red evening dress that screamed dangerous femininity, and two more pieces that blended strength with elegance. Dante sat on the wide leather sofa like a king on his throne, legs spread, one arm draped over the backrest. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, looking every bit the untouchable billionaire crime lord. His steel-gray eyes watched me with that unnerving intensity that always made my stomach flutter. “Well?” he said, voice low and commanding. “Show me what you’ve created, little bird.” I took a deep breath and began.

No one would assume they were security detail. Now that she looked at the men, she also realized Dmitry wasn’t in his usual suit. He wore a pair of jeans and a shirt. He looked like a casual father, taking his little girl out, which was exactly what he was. Not a feared Bratva boss intent on scaring people.

My phone pinged with a notification and it was from an unknown number. “This is what I am wearing just in case.” The text read with an outfit picture. It was from Dante and I chuckled. “Cute,” I said to myself and my eyes widened. What am I even saying? I am crazy today. He was wearing Jeans with a navy blue shirt. Casual outfit. I looked around my wardrobe that have been filled up with new clothes since I came here. I wore a short navy blue gown after searching for so long and left my room after checking the time.

I had to duck out of the way of his fist or it would have hit me. “The hell are you wearing?” he snarled, almost laughing as he eyed me like I'd come out in a SpongeBob costume or something. What did he know about fashion anyway? He was wearing cowboy boots, white jeans, and a leather trench coat with hair so long he could have played a vampire in a movie. "What?" I asked. If I wasn't so angry I would have blushed. "What's wrong with it?" Dante shook his head. "Whatever. The boys won't be looking at anything but those sweet tits anyway. Get in the fucking car."

Wonder how long he will be gone? Sighing. I stood and got myself dressed into a pair of black leggings, white tank top and a baby blue jacket from the duffle bag Theo had brought yesterday. I found a pair of black flip flops at the bottom of the bag and then threw my hair into a ponytail. Once I made the bed and placed the duffle bag underneath there was nothing I could do but wait for someone to come back. Which is another thing...why didn't Dimitri just magically pop us in here when we came instead of us walking all through those dark tunnels and scareing the be-jesus out of me....?

He packed cases with the efficiency of a man preparing for a war he knew he couldn't win. Bianca sat on the edge of the bed in the master suite, staring at the necklace. The name ‘Bianca’ etched on the tag felt like a brand. She traced the letters with her thumb. “You okay?” Dante stood in the doorway. He looked different. The civilian clothes were gone. He wore a dark, tactical turtleneck and cargo pants, a knife sheathed at his hip. He looked like the man she had met in the warehouse—the man who didn't know how to feel.

When she was out, she appeared at an enclosed swimming pool. Isn't this the hallway that Titiana had passed? Why can't she see her around here? While looking around, she sighted a door. Perhaps, Titiana had passed that door to somewhere else. She walked towards the door, the door gave way and her heart skipped on seeing Dmitry. Dmitry wasn't dressed in a suit this time, he was dressed in a swimming trunk, his six packs were revealing and his sexy abs were so seductive. One could tell that he works out regularly for he looked for and had muscles in the right place.

His finger found the view box immediately as he clicked open. He wanted to know every single thing about this mysterious woman, and not a piece of information should be missed. His eyes processed every piece of information about her delicately, leaving no stone unturned. Dimitri opened the wardrobe to reveal sets of clothes that hung freely on their own. He selected a crisp white shirt and denim jeans, pairing them with a gold-framed glass that fit, accentuating his form effortlessly. His driver was already outside waiting for him outside the hotel, as he approached the door to the room.

“Secretary of whom?” “Dimitri Kingston.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “What!” *** This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***

"I was not expecting this outcome." Dimitri crossed to her and held out his hand, his eyes staying on her face. She looked at him quickly before taking it. He was in a black suit that was somehow sharper than every other black suit she had seen him in, the cut precise across his shoulders, a deep charcoal shirt underneath with the top button open, his hair styled back. He looked like the kind of man that rooms reorganized themselves around without being asked. "Shall we," he said. "You are so dramatic," she said.