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Her tank is black that laces up the front. "One smoking hot momma!" Raine and the girls agreed. "Damn! Sweet innocent Kim doesn't exist anymore! She's been replaced with badass sexy biker babe!" Vixen replied. Kim has on black skintight leather jeans, with black high heels. She has a small black crop top on that shows off her stomach. There’s a thin silver chain that goes around her waist and connects to her jeans. She’s also wearing a leather half jacket that shows off her top.

Hе was іmрессаblу turned оut as usual, drеѕѕеd іn a tіght, rеd ѕhіrt with a blасk, ѕkіnnу tіе, whісh hіghlіghtеd his brоаd, muscular frаmе even mоrе. Hе соmрlеtеd thе look wіth a раіr оf blасk ѕkіnnу jеаnѕ, which accentuated that tight hоt bum оf hіѕ. He was rocking hіѕ uѕuаl trаdеmаrk ԛuіff, аnd аѕ uѕuаl hіѕ hair wаѕ styled tо реrfесtіоn. Dіd thіѕ guу еvеr dо аnуthіng lеѕѕ?

"What?" "Do they?" he demands, peering down at them, moving his knee in a rotating circle. I look down at his jeans and noticing they look identical to the ones Miles had on today. They are black, tight-fitting jeans, with the knees, intentionally ripped. "No, I like those jeans," I told him with a smirk. "Can you let me borrow them some time?" "Fuck you," he groans, throwing my school shirt at me. I snort with laughter, swatting the shirt away. "They look fine. They're trendy and they look good with your sweater. Are you only wearing them because Miles did?"

A flagship store—bright, open, racks of soft fabrics and clean lines. Amara took charge. Jeans that hugged without squeezing. Sweaters in cashmere and merino wool. Dresses—simple black, flowy sage, one deep emerald that made my eyes pop. Jackets—leather, denim, a long wool coat in charcoal. T-shirts that felt like butter. Leggings that didn’t pill. Every time I hesitated at a price tag, Amara swiped the black card and handed the bag to the sales associate. I stopped looking at prices after the third store.

LIAM He tugged on the full sleeves of his black tee, his dark grey jeans hugging him like a second skin. His black cap was hiding his face from the watchers, particularly women in the cafe who were shifting in their seats to have just one glimpse of him and two of them, sitting with him. Kazimir was sitting in the front chair across the round table, tapping rapidly on his phone. He was also wearing a black full-sleeve tee with dark blue jeans. His cap was hooded over his boyish face. His physical condition was telling - A grown man.

[Gia’s POV] As we entered back into the bedroom, The sharp and sexy looks of my mates took my breath away. Damen is dressed in dark faded and very well fitted jeans, with a button up white dress shirt, and a dark jacket. His top buttons are left undone and show off his strong neckline, including my bite mark. Sam has a formfitting charcoal suit, with a satin-like fitted t-shirt under his unbuttoned blazer. Max, with his hot bed hair that lays wildly past his ears, has on dark slacks that show off his well sculpted ass, and a fitted black t-shirt which allows his tattoos on his arms to dance when his muscles reflexively tighten.

She was awesome, and I stopped questioning her after the first day at camp. Today’s choice was a pair of black skinny jeans that formed my figure. I was still thinner than I used to be and lost a lot of the muscle that I once had, but the pants really put a great emphasis on my ass. I could work with that. There was a silver halter top underneath a black leather jacket which emphasized my chest very well. I loved the outfit. It was edgy and very sleek.

I finally said releasing huge breaths. "Alright sir. Thank you sir." Kemi said trembling. Kemi got up a little bit hastily which made her micro-skirt to jump up.I found this less appealing and a lot irritable. "Kemi, please come back." I said. "Alright sir."Kemi said smiling. I threw her my suit jacket and she caught it in a jiffy. "Wear that around your waist." I said smiling. Kemi wore it and since she was short in height. It covered her smooth legs and it made her look homeless.

I lifted it from the hanger, draping it carefully over my arm. Next, I selected a pair of dark jeans and a cream-coloured blouse—casual but elegant enough for most meetings. The denim felt sturdy beneath my fingers, reminding me of Emma's practical nature. Finally, I chose what looked like comfortable formal wear—tailored black pants and a structured blazer in soft charcoal gray. Three distinct choices that would give her freedom to decide how she wanted to present herself today.

Noah's eyes landed on her back. The dress had a low back to her lower waist. Jemma turned to him, smiling, "I'm ready. Let's go." Noah checked her out. The dress was simple but classy, knee-length with full sleeves and a deep thigh cut. He coughed awkwardly. Seeing his expression, Jemma got confused. "What's up? You okay?" He pointed at her exposed thigh, "What's that?" Jemma looked down, "What?" "What are you wearing? Change it, now."