Novel & Cerita Jordan Belfort Costume

I force a smile and rush upstairs. Jordan is wearing a plain dark t-shirt that looks fit around his well-built body and a white shorts that barely reaches his knees. He wears his dark sunglasses and his Rolex, and the clothings and accessories he wears from his heels up to his head serves to showcase just how ridiculously expensive this arrogant playboy is. He looks so hot, covered by his simplicity and I hate to admit that I just can't take my eyes off of him. He climbs out of the electric vehicle and studies the cottage full of villagers and guests who chose to stay longer. I follow suit and stops next to him.

Then he stood, “come on, let’s get ready. Something tells me tonight’s gonna be interesting.” -:- The Charlet Nior was nestled at the edge of a snowy slope, a picturesque cabin turned gourmet resturant with breathtaking views of Aspen’s glittering night. The hum of classical music filled the air as waiters moved around like clockwork, balancing silver trays and expensive wine. Jordan was dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, the jacket hugged his shoulders just right. His black shirt unbuttoned slightly at the collar, giving him that ‘hot dude’ vibe. I wore a deep emerald green satin dress, one that hugged my curves without screaming for attention. The dress had delicate off the shoulder slee

I said, and stepped away from him. We resumed dressing up, and soon we were done. Jared was dressed in an expensive black shirt, with two buttons undone, tucked into well ironed black pants. He had a black belt with a golden buckle to match, and a pair black shiny shoes. His hair was washed and styled in a way that some strands fell on his face, giving him the perfect hot and smoky look.

All eyes glued themselves to the entrance of the gymnasium, the doors like a stage curtain about to lift and the buzz in the air felt almost electric. And then—they walked in. The double doors swung open, and Gentle, Jack, and Bobby Belfort strode inside like they had been trained for this moment their whole lives. Their walk was slow, confident, perfectly in sync, like the floor belonged to them. All neck tilted, jaws dropped, and eyes widened as they crossed the aisle. You could practically feel the room holding its breath. Each one of them had that kind of presence you only see in glossy magazine covers—their suits were adorably fitted and their hair styled like it had been blessed by Hol

Replaced with firm, smooth skin. "Hey," I mumble before averting my eyes. I find a particularly interesting spot on the cover and study it. Jordan stood up from the bed. I made sure not to look at him standing in his birthday suit as he moved towards the closet to dress up. He came back out with a gray jogger and black tee on. I wouldn't lie, he looks hot in that but that's for me to know. He plump his arse on the bed, moving a bit closer to me.

Jay Corben sported a very short hairstyle. Since he was going to take part in an event later, he had on very light makeup. He wore a short, black, casual jacket with a loose white T-shirt on the inside, as well as a pair of black ripped jeans and black boots. Having worked in the entertainment industry for a long time, Jay seemed much more confident. He also had a strong presence. However, his cool, bad-boy vibe hadn’t changed at all. Morty Wayne wore a loose denim jacket and a loose white T-shirt on the inside. Likewise, he also wore a pair of black jeans and camel-colored boots…

He seemed completely relaxed. Just as Cassian was about to head into the room and take down Michael, the bathroom door swung open. What greeted him next left him completely stupefied. Jordan emerged from the bathroom with a long wig, heavy makeup, and bright red lipstick. He'd also put on a skimpy dress with a leopard-print design and wore white stockings paired with red heels. Cassian was utterly dumbfounded. What was Jordan up to? Meanwhile, Jordan walked up to Michael, swaying his hips as he did. With feigned bashfulness, he asked, "Am I pretty, Mikey?"

I feared the answer he was going to give me. … “You want me to take him?!” I practically shouted, staring at Joseph in disbelief. “I’m not happy about it either. But I was ordered to accompany you,” Officer Jordan scoffed, shaking his head. I stared at them both for a long while, waiting for one of them to tell me they were joking. Jordan wore casual clothing, which made him look strange. The last time I saw him, he wore an armed body suit equipped with a bunch of weapons. Now he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, I’m assuming to blend in with society.

All the lights cleared except for the one of the top floor. He wore black again, with fine gray pinstripes. Seeing him from the back was a nice revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean wait and long legs. I don't know how it's possible but Jordan looked even more handsome than he did this morning in the pool. “What was so important i had to come in this late, you couldn't wait until tomorrow?” i finally gathered the courage to ask him. He watched the antique style needle above the doors mark the passing floors for a second longer before looking over his shoulder. Wrapping up what was left of my candy bar, i shoved it back into my bag. Who needed

A black crown rested in her dark hair, and dramatic makeup gave her an unreal beauty. A vampire queen. How fitting. Beside her walked Finn. Tall and calm as always. Dressed in a dark aristocratic coat with fake blood on his lips that made him look like some ancient vampire lord. Behind them came Jordan. His costume was interesting. A pirate. Complete with hat, coat, and a toy sword hanging from his belt. He spotted us first. “Ayy ayy,” he called out, approaching with a grin. “Look what we have here.” His eyes flicked between me and the crowd. Then he smirked.