Jordan Belfort Costume Novels & Stories

Brown would be sad now that she is alone. Evelyn thought she would hire a maid to keep her company. **Next Morning** Gold was still in his hotel but his manager has brought his clothes, which he is going to wear to the press conference to clear his name. The red tux looked expensive on him, and he had a black shirt on, his hair was dyed red to match his tux and they were combed back. He had a pair of black shoes to match his inner shirt. He had his expensive silver wrist watch that cost several billion dollars at his wrist and he had a stud on his ear.

He wore the training gear; his knives sheathed to his thigh. “We’re they discussing your impending doom.” Balor laughed as he stepped around Damon. He was wearing a loose white tunic, jeans, and dress shoes. I arched my brow at his outfit. “Of course they were.” I sighed. “Why are you dressed so differently today,” I asked, his face brightened with excitement before he spoke.

"He just crossed the threshold. Bruce is holding the lobby." A subtle shift in the room’s atmosphere made the hairs on Victoria’s arms stand up. Giordano Salvatore didn't just occupy space; he commanded it. He had traded his smudge-covered lab shirt for a tailored, midnight-black tuxedo that fit his powerful frame flawlessly. His dark hair was brushed back, his jawline clean, and those onyx eyes of his were already scanning the dim room, looking for one specific target.

She really was pretty and so was her name, Diva. Dash looked around and turned to speak to Wilson who had not taken his eyes off Colt Cobain ever since he sat down. "Where's this Jim guy? I thought he was supposed to be here by now. The fight starts in less than five minutes." "Charlie said he'll bring him here. He will be here before the fight starts." As if on cue, Charlie appeared and pushed Jim on an empty chair. "He's here!" Charlie announced. Jim was already dressed in the team's uniform. It was a flexible, dark blue, skintight suit made of plain clothing materials, mostly because the rules prohibited cloth armor.

I hopped in and with a loud sigh I slumped. A familiar scent of refreshing cool breeze and mint hit my nostrils almost instantly and I jerked almost bumping my head against the window. Jordan’s silhouette was right at the other end of the sit and he looked like he was about to roar fire. He was dressed for an occasion, and the sight of him was more like a mafia boss with how he sat like a king.

I took my clutch, checked my makeup one last time, and headed downstairs. "I hope I didn't make you wait..." I said once I reached the bottom of the stairs. "Not at all…" I heard Jordan say. I looked up at him. He wore an elegant yet simple burgundy suit. Nothing too official, but still… It gave him a little something, I just couldn't put my finger on it yet. He had taken off his jacket and held it in his hands. He was looking back at me shocked, bluntly checking me out in front of my mother.

I was wearing black leather double-pleat trousers, a black FW 1992 Yohji double-breasted blazer, and black Margiela Tabissheer black polka-dot tights, Doc Marten monkey boots, a gold chain necklace, lilac hoops, and blue eyeshadow, all too extravagant. Jude had forced me to wear them, not like I had a choice. I was going to see Mister Magnificent, so I should be dressed as extravagant as possible.

"Fine! Fine, babe. Don't get angry. Let's go." Contentment filled my expression as he led me inside. I smiled and went straight to the men's section. I grabbed a polo that certainly will look good on Jordan. I looked at the price and I almost lost my balance. Luckily someone supported me by putting his hands on my waists. I smelled Jordan's manly scent. I looked up to him, standing behind me. He crouched a little and whispered… "Told you, these are expensive." I pouted and faced him. "I can afford a pair of clothes for you, Jordan."

Michael and I hadn't found that even ground yet. "Am I working you too hard?" Jordan's voice startled me out of my thoughts, and I turned around to look at him. He wore his usual uniform: black jeans, a white shirt, and a black apron. It was a simple look on anyone, but he somehow looked like a million dollars in it. "Sorry, just having one of those days. But I'm done here for today, getting ready to head out."