Eren X Jean Novels & Stories

Vincent said calmly, heart racing. Jaxon had called him Vin. Ryu surprisingly went quiet. "Oh!" Jaxon smirked. They arrived at the mall. Jaxon and Ryu pulled on face caps to avoid fans. They split up, but Ryu and Vincent stuck together. Jaxon wandered into the men's designer underwear section, eyes lighting up at his favorites: indigo shiny waist chains and a sleek black lace jockstrap. He's obsessed with the way they frame and tease—subtle chains that glint under lights, the jockstrap hugging just right.

Sign it. Only then did Henry glance at the drafts he had gathered in his hands. The ones she had placed in the box were designs from when they first opened the X and H clothing store together. The ones left behind were drawn after the Jordan Group was established. This brand has been left behind by the times. It has no value to the current Jordan Group. It is my life’s work. Sign it and give it back to me. Xenia… I am begging you, Henry. Do I really have to humble myself and beg you on my knees before you will—

Xy nodded, mentally calculating how many people would be in the meeting. He was going to reveal the newest line of accessories for large breed dogs. There was something about the lightheartedness of his clients that made him refuse to completely by in to corporate America. Most men in his position would wear a suit to the office every day, but Xyrus referred jeans and a white button-down shirt.

“Ask him to get lost. Tell him that going against X Entertainment means going against me!” “Yes, sir!” Jean Hanson nodded courteously. “Don’t ever talk about this matter with me in the future. I don’t care which company it is. As long as they dare to touch X Entertainment, ask them to f*ck off. Don’t waste my time on them.” Sebastian snapped. Jean responded with a polite nod and left. Offended by the ignorant request, Sebastian grabbed the wine glass and gulped down the red wine. After Jean left Sebastian’s office, he headed straight to the waiting room on the first floor.

He intentionally left the jacket unzipped and no one will convince me otherwise. He is wearing black jeans, not that it did anything to hide the bulge at the front of his [ants. I felt that tingling sensation between my thighs and it made me want to curse. I have enough control over my features, so I make sure to keep my expression blank. “You look better every time I see you.” Xander says in a husky voice, his darkened eyes taking me in from head to toe. His eyes look even darker when he meets my gaze again. And I fight the urge to look down and see what exactly is making him react that way. I doubted my plain jeans and top would have hum undressing me with his eyes.

Knowing that Xavier would be driving both Yvette and her to work today, Jeana was excited and had dolled up early. After Yvette finished eating, Jeana eagerly came out and offered, "Yvette, let me carry your bag for you." Yvette glanced at her carefully made-up appearance. She could smell Jeana's perfume without even trying. "Sure," Yvette said, handing her the bag. Once they got into the car, Xavier asked with a frown, "Did someone put on perfume?" Jeana thought Xavier was going to compliment her, so she quickly replied, "Xav, it's me. I'm going to work after all. I wanted to look and smell presentable. Right, Yvette?"

Emma Jean dressed in black skin jeans and a billowy white top. She grabbed her leather jacket from her closet. Normally she would try to attempt to be more adult like and responsibly dressed. It was truly a shock she could still fit into these jeans after a couple years. They truly were made well.

“Oh, I will be going out for a few hours this evening, so if you need something, contact Jean. Have a good night, Xenia.” My back is still turned to her, but I can imagine the look on her face as a wide smirk now stretches across my own. I’m pretty sure I just left her panties wet, and it’s the best I’ve felt in days.

good morning Aerilyn said greeting her as she passed her in the hallway good morning Kyra replied where are you off to? Aerilyn asked with a smile shopping with Xander he says going to take me to Los Angeles Kyra answered LA is gorgeous have fun Aerilyn said Kyra waved bye to her and she went down the stairs meeting Xander in the living room he had changed into a pair of ripped jeans a T-shirt with the words Phat Farm and graphic designs on the front and black jacket with white stripes on the sleeves and arrows in an X in the back

Xander licked his lips and cleared his throat, a sly smile forming on his lips as if he was recapitulating something in his mind. “Yes.” A scowl escaped my lips, “Oh, my god I ripped my favorite jeans!” “Well at least I now know your bra size,” he shrugged ignorantly at me. My eyes were as wide as Rihanna's omelet gown at the MET gala, this time it wasn’t Mr. Pride who was glaring at me, not it was Mrs. Embarrassment, she hangs herself out of shame while Mr anger was slowly popping his head into the scene. As I opened my mouth to snap at him, he pointed his finger at me,” But I did not see your meat curtains, I’m thatrespectful.”