Man In Suit Novels & Stories

"Hey..ki.." my words stuck to my throat as I noticed the boy hugging a man dressed in a fitted dark blue retro suit that complimented his masculine body. He looked like he was taking a phone call. Glancing downward I could see a pair of perfectly long, straight legs leading to a pair of freshly polished brown leather shoes that glistened.

It came from behind her. Both Nina and Sulia turned around simultaneously. There, standing at the entrance of the restaurant, was a man whose presence commanded the entire room. He wore a perfectly tailored black Armani suit that clung to his athletic frame. He had to be at least six feet tall, his broad shoulders straight, his posture relaxed but exuding authority. His features were godlike-sharp, symmetrical, with a jawline that could cut glass. His eyes, a deep, piercing black, locked onto Sulia for a moment, but they were filled with a detached amusement.

He simply grunts and my legs are already wobbling. “Alright. Alright. Gosh!” Rosita rolls her eyes, but before she says another word, another door across the room opens and a man in a crisp white suit steps out. He wears a broad grin on his face and following him is a woman who is dressed in the same uniform as the bartender outside.

When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on. The woman was moving constantly on top of the man, humming a cry of pleasure from the corner of her mouth, while the man was lying beneath her body, his eyes vacant. This couple of a man and a woman was Larry and Wanda.

Jessica has really been nice to me and she's made me feel so relaxed about the whole situation. I walk to the living room with Jessica behind me. "Thanks Jessica" "Jess" she corrects for the umpteenth time today. "Thanks Jess" "Let's go" Nathan orders. Nathan is wearing a button up shirt and dark denim pants. His hair is perfectly styled as usual and his well trimmed beard makes him even more handsome. His lips tug into a smirk "Are you done checking me out?" He tugs his hands in the pocket of his pants. My cheeks redden and I stare at the floor. "Isn't Jess coming?"

Like he could possibly see right into my soul, right into the dirtiest parts of me. Goosebumps surfaced down my body and I sucked in a sharp breath, still in awe at this captivating man. His masculine jawline was covered in a dark stubble, cut clean and attractive. They matched his midnight black hair, tousled to perfection in a way that made my fingers itch to touch them. In his expensive crispy black suit with the top buttons popped open to briefly reveal his tight toned chest, I could swear that Mr. Odd Suit Guy must have been carved out to be every woman's sluttiest fantasy.

Personally, it was really pleasant to see trees or even plants in this kind of areas, it just simply symbolizes how beautiful nature is. In the middle of our trip to nowhere, this beautiful yet austere man beside me was just looking straight ahead while showing no emotions as though I didn't exist inside this limousine. Sir Aiden looks really stunning with his suit matching his white Chinese collared polo long sleeve as his internal clothing. Not going to lie either, this man can top the rank for being the most gorgeous man alive. But, before we go deeper into these strange thoughts, I just want to ask myself this question.

Sabine’s reaction nearly knocked her off balance, she jumped to back of Annie’s mind and lay there cowering. Regaining control of herself and keeping her face impassive, Annie slowly scanned the people around her to see who the scent belonged to. She locked eyes with a handsome man who stood in the entrance of the marquee buttoning up his jacket. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair, slightly greying at the sides. It was cut noticeably short on the sides, longer on top and swept back off his forehead. His suit was pristine, black pinstripe with a white shirt open at the neck, no tie. The suit looked bespoke, and it crossed Annie’s mind that he filled it nicely. “Mate.” whispered Sabine, Ann

She recognized this voice, this was the same voice that had made her flutter all those years ago. Crystal looked up, flabbergasted. The man was only wearing a white shirt and a gray suit without a tie that looked very fitting on his body with one top button of the shirt left undone. The tall, sturdy, and sturdy body underneath the suit made all the difference. It was attacking her every nerve with its overwhelming aura.

He dropped the telephone as soon as he saw them and a smile formed on his lips. "Thanks for honoring the invitation," he said with a grin exposing his brown teeth. He was a middle aged man with an average height, blonde hair and an oval face. He had a small moustache attached to his chin. He wore a black suit and tie which he adjusted properly as they took their seats opposite him. He stared at the man in disgust as he took his sunglasses off. He adjusted his suit too and looked into the man's eyes. His looks seemed to be intimidating the man who shifted uncomfortably on his seats.