Novel & Cerita Jordan Belfort Costume

I was exhausted from thinking so I shut my eyes and drifted off. I woke up feeling uncomfortable like I was being watched so I jerked when I saw Jordan stare at me casually. His attire amused me which made me wonder how Dee coped with someone like him. 'Dickhead!' He was dressed in a pair of faded jeans with a black shirt that clung onto his lean body; He wasn't muscular. A scarf that contained several colors was tied on his neck and I could see a trace of lip gloss on his lips. His knuckles rings glittered on bumping into the sun rays that reflected in the room.

He’s wearing a white dress shirt underneath and no tie. This outfit does a much better job of revealing his anatomy than the baggy bar ensemble did. The suit is tailored to fit him like a glove, the pants tightly hugging every curve of his muscular thighs, the black leather belt cinching and accenting his deceptively slim waist. Honestly, he looks like he just walked off a cover shoot for some swanky fashion magazine. In other words: he’s scary hot. “You sure clean up well,” Addison says teasingly as she and Tara approach. Javan looks up from his phone with a small jolt, his eyes wide, then smiles when he sees it’s Addison.

“So, you got any plans for some of these half-naked nurses?” “Yeah,” he smiles again. “Can’t let any of them be alone tonight. I’ll try them out. See who’d make a good assistant.” Motioning to his clothes, he swallows more from his cup. I frown. “I don’t get it.” “Because of my costume,” he explains. He’s wearing a tailored plaid suit. “Still confused.” “Yeah,” Sabrina chimes in, having pried her mouth away from Jordan’s. “What is your costume?”

His mind was already elsewhere—on Selena, on Xavier, on the bullets that had torn through his flesh five years ago. Jordan whistled, breaking the moment. "Damn, boss. If I didn't know you were planning to intimidate half the criminal underworld tonight, I'd say you were trying to get laid." He stood in a navy blue suit that somehow looked both expensive and slightly rumpled, his rebellious nature showing even in formal attire. A silver flask peeked from his inner pocket. "Jordan," Gerald warned, his voice carrying the weight of his years. The oldest of their group, Gerald had opted for a classic charcoal gray suit, conservative and immaculate. His silver hair was combed back perfectly, his w

“If you keep punching with your wrist bent like that, you’ll break a bone before you ever hurt an opponent.” That deep voice shattered her concentration. Belle’s heart dropped. She grabbed the swinging bag to stop it, then slowly turned toward the entrance. Bastian stood there. He wasn’t wearing the sharp suit from last night. Instead, he was back in his usual gear: gray joggers, a sleeveless black hoodie showing off his biceps, and a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked tired. Faint dark circles shadowed his eyes, as if the lavish engagement party had drained him instead of filling him with joy.

I almost bump into a furious-looking Jordan when I step out. He is on the front porch about to enter the house. "What took you so long?" He queries me. "Sorry", I mutter. His gaze falls on my dress and he looks at me from head to toe. I am hoping he will comment on my look as I admire his dress too. He is dressed in a blue Armani suit and suede shiny black shoes. His beards are well shaved and he looks more handsome today. His eyes are clear tonight like the ocean that has no worries and his face holds no emotions as usual.

Josh was a very poor person who couldn't afford the clothes he was wearing, so he definitely spent his entire life savings on the outfit. The classroom erupted into a noise of laughter and snickers as they glanced at Josh, the class outcast, dressed in an outfit that screamed of wealth and sophistication. His once worn out sneakers were replaced by gleaming luxurious Jordan 1s, his faded jeans swapped for Balmain jeans, and his ratty t-shirt replaced by a crisp, designer shirt and a Balmain jacket.

A gold Bajoran earring graced her ears, complimenting the elegant makeup on her beautiful face. The ever-dashing, noble-looking, tall gentlemen was dressed in a black tailored suit with sparkling emerald-cut canary diamond octagonal cufflinks costing over four million dollars. Having had a new side-part haircut, and a light stubble grazing his chin, he gave off a cold and powerful aura that made people want to stay away. Whereas Eldon, who held the hand of his mother, was clothed in the same clothes as his father. The once visible resemblance was more striking than ever.

He wiped his face with a towel, grabbing a bottle of water— And then he wasn’t alone. The door swung open. Sterling Belmont entered like sin in motion. The air shifted. Noah felt it in his bones. The quiet confidence of someone who never asked permission. Belmont wore a deep charcoal tracksuit that fit him like it had been tailored to every sharp, powerful line of his body. The zipper on his jacket was half-undone, revealing a sculpted neck and the faint outline of a powerful chest. His sleeves were pushed up, forearms tensed just enough to show the thick, roped muscle beneath tanned skin.

With the Balenciaga red-bottom heels and those bracelets, everything looked perfect on her. “Jordan, I think you should stop staring at me now. Is it ugly? I think I should take this makeup off as well,” she said, bowing her head down so she couldn’t meet my gaze. “You are perfect, baby girl. So perfect! God! I want to eat you up right here and now, but we have somewhere to be, don’t we?” I explained, and she nodded, shyness written all around her from what I just said. “Let me quickly hop in the shower. I’ll be with you soon,” I said, leaving her room for mine. I got dressed in a $4 million dark tuxedo.