Atticus Underwear Novels & Stories

"Mom, what is happening? Why do we need to wear these warming clothes?" I heard Atticus start complaining. He was stomping his feet like he clutched the tux that Maureen had prepared for them. I was surprised to know that Maureen knew how to make those clothes because she was known as the most respected Lycan. It was amazing how he tailored those clothes, like she didn't mind if Atticus started complaining about how hot it was.

he asserted as he stepped in front of me. My father was only a few inches taller than me and I found it interesting. Since I was only five foot two, my father was a much smaller man than the other two in the room. The button-up shirt that I had worn was open over a tank I'd worn showing the brand I'd gotten from the Moon Goddess and also my mate mark from Axel. Atticus's eyes were studying each with a creased brow. "I smell dogs," he murmured while rubbing under his perfectly straight nose.

There was a section where underwear was hung in rows. I passed my hand along the rows looking for one with comfortable material. “Sir, if you’d like me to interest you in these ones. They’re elastane and cotton which makes them comfortable and stretchy. May I ask if your wife has a size?” She said holding up a few pairs of underwear. Sierra does have wide hips so I think she wouldn’t wear exactly small or large. “Medium.” She showed me a series of underwear and in the end, I chose about 5 of them.

“Uhh, thanks.” “Do you like them? I went in and got them myself. Turns out that men don’t actually get the stink eye when shopping for women’s undergarments. I didn’t even have to make excuses about them being for a partner and not myself.” “Duh, did they think you’d be buying frilly, lacy, pink shit in a small size, bro?” Atlas snorts. “You’re clearly an extra, extra, extra, extra fucking large.” “Did you get a matching bra?” Marcus eggs him on.

“Pan…underwear…and…and a nightdress.” Renee had thought saying underwear was less vulgar but knowing Dante was going to see her panties made her flushed all over.She hoped he only sees her fine underwears though. Dante searched through the wardrobe and found some of her panties. He bit back a laugh seeing the animal designs on some of them. Her panties were just as cute as her. He picked up her bralette and sighed. It was a Mickey Mouse design. As he passed the clothes to her,he teased. “Are you still a child?How can your underwear be so childish?”

“And when would this commence?” No one moved as all eyes shifted towards Emrys; Atticus made his appearance flashing the silver in those grey eyes and in his strong posture screamed authority. Cassandra and I fixed our own posture to be as strong; my dress made up of a dark emerald green paired with gold dangling earrings was captivating enough to let peoples eyes land and wonder upon me. I felt like my middle name was power…

Anytime he opened his mouth to talk, one could see his diastema. On the other hand, the young lady beside him had a facial beauty. She equally had a diastema, a beautiful dimple and a fairy skin paired with beautiful blue eyes. However, she was looking haggard in a very big and oversized dress. It was in total contrast to the gentleman's handsome and sophisticated aura. Everywhere they passed, people stopped to watch in surprise. A sales girl quickly tapped on another sales person's shoulder and asked in a whisper. "Isn't that Darryl Shaw, the famous billionaire?"

He’s dressed all in black - baggy pants and an oversized hoodie, and Atticus is in grey pants, with a white shirt and flipping smart shoes. Really? He rolls his sleeves up and I cock a brow. “You know your pants might split?” I try again to make him rethink this, trying not to look at his ass. He looks at me and smirks. “Then let’s just hope they don’t.” “Alright, let’s cut the chit chat. I’ve wanted to smash that face of yours for quite a while. I’m glad you offered yourself up for a beating.” Zade taunts quietly. “Like you said, cut the chit chat. I hope you can live up to your talk,” Atticus replies.

He grabs a few outfits and sends me to the back where the dressing room is and has me try them on. After going through the entire mall we have a lot more stuff than I planned on getting but Cain and Leo keep telling me it's fine and that Atticus won't mind. Once they finally agree that we're done we begin walking back out towards the car with over 100 shopping bags. I managed to get a little bit of everything dresses, jeans shirts, tank tops, underwear and some shampoos and conditioners along with some perfume that both the guys loved.

A back then: All the clothes, including business attire worn by Mr. Atanante is made by his personal designer who is also based in France. Even the neckties, socks, hanky, and underwear are made by him, and all of them have the unique gothic imprint style of C.A, and only Mr. Atanante has it. Nothing would have been a problem at all, until two incidents happened that caused for Mr. Atanante's stuffs to be guarded. One day, Mr. Atanante suddenly became anxious, it turned out that he always wanted to see his secretary.