Jay Windbreaker Novels & Stories

Creepy. "Yow Ken. You look so good" Jason complimented. I was just wearing some blue shorts. And guess what? I am topless. I decided that it's time to be confident. And thanks to this guys for the confidence boosting. "Thanks. You too" I say scratching the back of my neck. Jason and Ryder were wearing sandos and shorts.

With a meticulous plan in mind, Jay was ready to seize this rare opportunity and pave a path to his own ambitious future. Jay, now in his forties, rarely exercised, and his body had begun to show signs of age. But for this critical moment, he made the effort. He carefully picked out a fitted golf outfit from an upscale store, trying to project an aura of vitality, though the marks of time couldn't be fully disguised. He also bought a pale pink sports skirt for Sara, knowing well that having a woman by his side during business dealings could make others more inclined to relax.

He feigned a serious expression, turning as he got to a bend and stopping a distance away from the beach. "We're here, baby." They opened the doors and slid out of the car, the strong wind welcoming them by blowing the hem of Jade's long floral dress to every direction. "Seems the wind likes you." Ricky joked, pushing his hands into his pocket, his jet black hair scattered all over his face. She laughed again, something she had just been doing naturally since that evening. "Just as it likes your hair." She had worn the hat, preventing the voracious wind from carrying it away.

With the frigid look on her face, it seemed like she had not heard anything Jayson said. Chad responded politely, "Sure. See you around, Mr. Larkin." It started raining outside all of a sudden. One could feel how chilly it was outside just by looking out the window. Nancy halted and directed her gaze to Jayson. Her lips turned up in a smile. "Jayson, it looks like the weather has turned a bit cold. I'm not wearing enough layers today. Can you lend me your jacket?" Jayson turned slightly and looked at Nancy. His expression remained unchanged as he passed his jacket to her.

“Wooh! Leave it to me.” He was already scrolling and skimming applicants when Raven chose a maroon coat and white undershirt as his attire for today’s business meeting. He was on his third spray of perfume when Jayce ran towards him, facing his laptop screen too close to his face to see a picture of an all too familiar woman. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

The consequences of their actions remain uncertain, leaving the future of Nora, Terry, and the wedding itself hanging in the balance. As the grand doors of the mansion swing open, Jay Nashville steps into the scene, exuding an aura of elegance and charm. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece tuxedo, he cuts a dashing figure, catching the attention of those present. Every detail of his attire has been carefully selected, from the perfectly fitted jacket to the crisp white shirt and the finely knotted bowtie. Jay's tuxedo is a classic black, accentuating his tall and commanding stature. The fabric shimmers subtly under the sunlight, reflecting his confident and refined demeanor. The s

She also wore a pair of white flat sandals because they were warned that there was a lot of strolling that they would do. Everyone is also wearing their most comfortable clothes. Astrrid was the only one wearing black trousers in the ladies. She paired it with a white halter top that was tied in the back, showcasing her golden skin. The guys were in their long sleeves and pants. Hannah also stole a glimpse of Flint’s clothes. He was wearing a cream-white long-sleeved polo in which the first three buttons were unbuttoned. He paired it with brown slacks. He also wore his sunglasses. Before, anyone could notice her looking. She avoided her gaze and joined Joachim and Astrrid in talking.

One was a navy blue suit with formal pants and a white shirt and another one was a gray attire with a skirt. Jay smudged his chin like he was thinking seriously about the one Mayra should consider but the moment Mayra picked out the attires, he knew his answer. “The grey one for sure…” He replied with a smirk and Mayra nodded at him. “Okay,” She replied and placed the navy blue attire back in her cupboard but then she started thinking about something. “No Jay I think I will wear the other one. This one can be too revealing because of the skirt!” Mayra mumbled taking out the navy blue attire back.

Cyrus growled at her compliment. My graduation gift to myself was my Dune and a black Overland Jacket to match. The bomber jacket, made of soft lambskin, was long enough to fit my torso. I could easily disappear while riding in the night. “Thanks, Jane.” She ignored me, lost in the abyss of men’s fashion. I tapped the desk, happy to turn over my pressing emergency to another.