Jordan Belfort Costume Novels & Stories

life. “Come in,” his voice called. She stepped inside, and there he was. Looking like sin in daylight. Fitted white tee that hugged his chest like a second skin. Ferragamo belt that screamed, “Yes, I care about details.” Jordan 3 retros looking crispy straight out the box. His chain was subtle, not flashy, just enough glint to catch the light when he turned. And that cologne? Lord. She didn’t even need to ask, Ferragamo, for sure. He was glowing, glistening, bearded perfection dipped in chocolate and confidence.

Oh good, mine and Carmen’s training stuck with them. “You could break his nose too,” JT grumbles under his breath. I wink at him and blow him an air kiss. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Capone.” All I get is a grunt in return. JT’s nose is taped up and molten, which doesn’t diminish how gorgeous he is in the slightest. His blonde hair is gelled back again, and he is wearing a black silk button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons are undone. A charcoal pinstriped vest is over his shirt to match his slacks. He has a gold Rolex on one wrist and a black leather vambrace on the other. He looks like a tan, golden god.

But my eyes completely betrayed my brain, drifting slowly toward the center of the media circle. Jordan was standing there. He was dressed in a dark navy tailored suit that looked entirely too expensive for a regular Tuesday morning, his broad frame looking imposing and utterly untouchable under the bright television lights. He looked like the ruthless billionaire successor the papers loved to dissect. But he wasn't alone.

Giulio, my most trusted trainer, stepped forward. "Boss, you're up next," Giulio said, his tone respectful but focused. "What does he mean?" Sarah asked, "You're not going to fight, right?" I cast her sideways glance, "You wanted to see what I do for fun, didn't you?" I began to strip off my tailored suit jacket. Sarah watched in silence as the transformation from Vincenzo Capone, the refined boss, to Blade the fighter took place. One of my cornermen, Romeo, handed me a pair of custom-made boxing shorts with the Capone emblem embroidered on them. I pulled them on and laced up my boxing boots, the familiar ritual bringing a sense of calm.

During the first few days of his stay in Bellcana, he was just fine, and then he has changed dramatically. “What are you wearing?” Jordan was repulsed and asked. “What’s wrong with my outfit? It’s comfortable,” I told him, defending the black mini dress I was wearing for my OOTD. "It's short and exposes your collarbone!” He exclaimed angrily. My nostrils flared, but I bit my tongue and shook my head, amazed that he could be so nosy for a man. Of course, because it's an off-the-shoulder mini dress, the collarbone will be visible!

But even though they have another much feral identity, they still look astounding, Stunning even in their simple clothes. Jason is wearing a black leather jacket above a bloody red shirt that has the picture of Bella and Edward from the movie Twilight. Melissa is wearing a mint green dress fit for a pregnant woman. Karlo, like Jason, is wearing a leather jacket—except for the plain white polo shirt underneath the jacket. Gialyca Farmiga, whose face remains the same after leaving Victoria’s Secret, is wearing a mint green off-shoulder blouse that made her cleavage uncovered. A pair of black leather jeans embellished her long, slender legs. And me…I am wearing a coral Sunday dress—the only dre

“We didn’t.” “Sure.” Jordan chuckled and he decided to just ignore it since he didn’t really have a better excuse as to why he had been in Alfie’s booth for this long. When Alfie left the cubicle, now completely dressed in the black button up, a black leather jacket Jordan had picked out completely on his own and tight jeans, Jordan gasped loudly. Jaden, who was used to Jordan’s dramatic reactions, just focused on how amazing his boyfriend looked in clothes that actually fit him. He had already looked great before, but right now it was just ridiculous.

"Yes! We did it!" I turned to an smug, smirking Nate; but he deserved it. After all, he'd saved my poor excuse of a shooting. Unable to stop myself, my eyes found their way down to his costume. He was a simple yet fetching Indiana Jones'. Just a hat and whip attached to his hip, that combined with a leather jacket made the look. Simple, yes, but he looked damn good in it. "Nice." it slipped out my lips and my eyes widened, but he let out a breathy snicker and looking up at his face again I noticed he was doing the same with me.

ADRIAN’S POV Monday, 7:04 AM. I stood in front of my closet, staring at rows of suits. Black, charcoal, navy—all expensive, all perfectly tailored. But today wasn’t about looking powerful; it was about being powerful. I picked the black Tom Ford, the one I’d worn when I closed my first billion-dollar deal. Sharp. Merciless. War. Elena appeared in the doorway wearing the blue dress from our first press conference, the one that had saved us once before. Her hair was pulled back, her makeup flawless but understated. She looked like a warrior in silk.

Maybe one day, I’d give him a good surprise. The chef left as soon as he was done and I had one of my bodyguards carry my bags upstairs. It was time to play dress up! I was on the third dress when I heard Jordan drive into the compound. It was an emerald-green, low-cut V-neck dress, so I had a bit of cleavage out. It was also around mid-thigh.