Blanknyc Onyx Jacket Novels & Stories

Natalie remembered the jacket—but why would Jason fuss over such a trivial matter? There could only be one reason—he was too deep in his act and had decided to go all out. In Jason's eyes, Natalie looked pale, and her response was perfunctory. "The cab driver lent that to me when he drove me home this morning. I forgot to return it when he dropped me off." Jason frowned, his eyes cold. He had inspected the jacket. It was from a bespoke luxury brand in Yitale. A cab driver would not be able to afford it.

"I swear, Jane, if you won't shut up, I'll give Simon more sweets. You won't like it." "Fine enough, but wait, is this from the new Brioni Vanquish II collection?" Jane asked, running her small hands over the front of my very expensive suit jacket. Well, fine, it wasn't his but given by Shawn and probably cost more than five of his paintings, but one can’t go around pawing at a man’s tailored wool, cotton, and silk blend. "Yes," he answered smugly. "Jealous?" "Yes, John Cena, I’m so jealous," Jane replied, dramatically rolling her eyes. Then she sighed, "Actually, yeah, I kind of am. You look better than I do tonight."

******************** A month prior in Savannah, Georgia “That her?” Andee took a slow sip from her martini glass, letting her hazel-eyed gaze linger brazenly on my fiancée like she didn’t have any damn sense. Olivia was complementing my sister Leilani’s breathtaking wedding dress, and I could hear her throaty laugh from where we stood. Olive’s normally long blonde pony tail had been styled into an elegant bun, and it looked even lighter in contrast to the black Armani suit she was wearing. For a split second, I started thinking about our upcoming wedding the following year. My heart soared a little, and I let out a dreamy sigh.

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The driver of the boat started its engine, and we smoothly got far away from the shore. I am wearing a beach wear of course. A two piece bikini with a blazer like long clothe outside it, while Elexier is wearing a beach short and a sleeveless shirt. He is also wearing a sunglasses and I am wearing a hat. I haven’t seem him in this type of clothing before. He always wear a formal suit. But he really do look good in any clothes. “Have you brought a camera with you, Amira?” Elexier then asked. I looked at him and nodded.

"Pieces that transition from day meetings to evening events." Jenna nodded. "I have just the things. Why don't you browse while I pull some options?" I wandered through the racks while Jenna disappeared into the back of the store. Alexander stood nearby, scrolling through his phone but glancing up occasionally to watch me. "See anything you like?" he asked, his voice low enough that only I could hear. I pulled out a deep burgundy blouse with an interesting neckline. "Maybe this? It's professional but not boring." He stepped closer, examining the blouse with a critical eye. His proximity made my skin tingle with awareness.

Ten o'clock on the dot. Before he left confident he didn't forget anything of importance, he grabbed his leather bike jacket. It was one of his favourite possessions, just as Dillon's jacket was one of his most valued items. Tony's jacket had been with him for a long time and was a gift from Ethan on his sixteenth birthday. He had worked his ass off for months to save up enough money to surprise him with it. It wasn't cheap, since it was genuine cowhide leather with a sheepskin collar. Ethan said the age of sixteen was a special milestone and he deserved something special. Through the years, Tony had always made sure to condition and weatherproof it diligently. All his efforts paid off and h

Onyx calls out as he lifts me out of the bed and holds me close. We walk only a few steps before we come to an elevator. Brett closes the hidden door behind him and joins us quickly before the doors close, and a light flickers on, revealing one button on the wall, which Brett presses. It feels like forever before the doors open again. “Do you think you can handle a ride in a golf cart?” Onyx asks as I shiver in his arms. “If it gets us there faster.” My teeth chatter. “I will drive,” Matt calls out. “Here is a blanket,” Brett states as Onyx slides into the back seat of the golf cart. “Thank you,” I whisper as I get closer to Onyx. Brett tucks the blanket around my body and some of Onyx as we

“A little. A lot. This feels… big, I’ve never been on anything like it.” My eyes took Julian in. He looked good, completely unbothered by the elegance surrounding us, as if black-tie rules were merely suggestions he’d already decided not to follow. He wore a deep charcoal velvet blazer that caught the light when he moved, soft but unmistakably expensive. Underneath, his shirt was black—unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of skin and the dark ink peeking from his chest, disappearing beneath the fabric.

“Fine, but this is the last one.” As soon as we step inside, I make a beeline for the mannequin in the window display. It wears a buttery-soft leather jacket in a deep chocolate brown. It’s nothing like the delicate silks Giulia has been pushing at me, but the moment I see it, I know. This is the one. “That’ll be way too huge on you,” she says, confusion written all over her face. “It’s not for me, bella Giulia,” I answer, patting her arm.