Kingsman Eggsy Suit Novels & Stories

I Own More Suits Than Oxygen" King wore a hoodie for you? Like a normal human being?! That’s it” She throws her hands up. “You’ve officially won. He’s whipped.Jesus, I can't believe that stuck up business man actually wore a normal outfit. I can't decide whether to congratulate you for making him less of a jackass, or just faint from shock.Seriously. What the hell did you do to him?” “Girl,for real,i don’t know.But guess what? He also wore crocs”. “CROCS?!? AND SWEATPANTS??? AIDEN KING WORE THAT?!“

His suit perfectly complemented his dark brown hair and blue and green eyes. Damien's suit is dark blue, almost black with a baby blue button-up shirt. The dress shirt hugged his muscles just right, which screamed for me to kiss every inch of them. The top two buttons of his shirt were opened as well, but his shirt was tightly tucked into his pants, so tightly you can make out the yummy six-pack that hides underneath it. His pants are a little tighter than Jackson's, making his ass look perfectly plump. The dark color of his suit stood out from the light color of his hair and made his beautiful coffee-colored eyes pop.

Jason pov Standing before the mirror, I take in the sight of my reflection. The deep navy of the finely tailored suit enveloped my form, the woolen fabric soft to the touch. Intricate stitching traced along the lapels, catching the light in subtle glimmers of silver. Each seam was a testament to the craftsmanship that went into its creation, a symbol of the care and attention to detail that defined my outward appearance. The crisp white shirt beneath adds a touch of elegance, and the dark tie is the final flourish to this polished ensemble. Despite the nerves that gnaw at my insides, I can't deny it—I look every inch the alpha king I'm meant to be. But beneath the surface, turmoil churns.

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After looking around, Sophie Kenwick was drawn to the luxurious environment. The moment Xyla Quest walked in, an employee dressed in a suit approached her. “Ms. Quest, are you here to see King?” “Yes,” Xyla replied. “Do you have an appointment? Ouch!” Before the employee could finish speaking, somebody dressed in a similar suit knocked his head violently with a makeup brush. That person was King, the young and successful celebrity stylist. Although they were both wearing similar suits, King wore an elegant, custom-made suit that made him seem more exclusive.

Cam said as he headed to the door. "Again, this is not a date!" Kanyon rubbed the bridge of his nose as he shouted after him. Cameron picked out an outfit with matching shoes he was sure Jessica would love, but the King would probably hate, and then he issued orders via the link, directing the servants to perform his requested tasks. Kanyon would need some help pulling this date off. He hurriedly went back to the King's quarters. "Here," he handed him the outfit. The king grabbed them from his grip and inspected them with a grim expression. "Pink, really?"

I looked untouchable. The elevator chimed, and the twins stepped in like they owned the place, which, judging by their presence alone, they might as well have. Kieran was in a deep charcoal suit, his black hair tied back, the ink at his throat just peeking above his collar. Callum wore midnight blue, crisp and sharp, his ice blue eyes more dangerous than any blade. “Ye're both overdressed,” I teased. Kieran’s smirk was pure sin. “Aye. And so are ye.”

Seeing her stunned expression, Asher leaned over and kissed her. His broad back blocked the camera for a few seconds. He was wearing the deep blue suit she had picked out for him, the fabric stretched taut over his firm, sexy back muscles. His shoulders looked broad and powerful, paired with that unruly blond hair—the whole effect was incredibly sensual and bold. After he released her, held in the arms of this suit-clad bad boy radiating masculine pheromones was a princess dressed in pure white, with dark hair cascading over her shoulders, gentle and elegant.

His freshly cut hair, the stitching on his white coat, and his cufflinks were all the same shade of green. The king was looking at him with a gentle smile. As always, he had a casual air about him, but Xasha couldn't feel the pressure he usually did when facing this man who ruled the world. He wondered if it was because he got stronger. The king, his father, and Meg's father were all wearing the same white dress coat. The king's coat had gold stitching, golden epaulets that was the craving of a golden Tiger, and a golden Ankh that ran the length of the coat.

A security agent steps out, opening the back door and out steps a young man, no older than myself, wearing a hand tailored Armoni suit with leather crafted Gucci shoes. He’s tanned, with curly, shoulder length dark hair. I step forward but am stopped abruptly by an agent with a gruff hand to the chest. Not appreciating the behavior, I look down at the hand and back at the agent. “Are all alphas greeted so invitingly?” The king eyes me, looking me up and down. Mind you, I am a solid five inches taller and significantly more muscular than he is, making his Armoni suit look like it was tailored for a pubescent boy.