Man Without Ties Novels & Stories

And he was still silent. After a long time, he spoke with his voice as gentle as before, “Estelle, are you afraid of this tie? Well, the checks on the tie are indeed a little dense, and you may feel uneasy when seeing them. But in my memory, you don’t have trypophobia, do you?” Estelle didn’t say anything but stared at him with a wary look. “Did you buy this tie yourself?” “No,” Mr. Mysterious answered. “My clothes and accessories were all bought by my assistant. I seldom buy them in person.”

’’ I go for bold and verbalise what has been brewing in my brain the last few weeks as I worked downstairs. He looks impressed, relaxing a little as he squares off his shoulders and slides his tie off easily and smoothly; throwing it on the desk and starts sliding his jacket off too. It’s completely distracting in a very temperature raising way—the man has a body that would put a gladiator to shame, and now he is taking off the formal aspects of his attire I am feeling decidedly warm over here and squirming in my chair once again. Lack of hormonal control is very unnerving and new to me.

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?” “It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice. “It's just a manhunt.” And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost. * * * “Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows cou

But they were still animals. The event went on well till it was time for their awaited host to grace them with his presence. The silence that suddenly came on them was threatening and quiet. Everyone’s breath was hitched and even Danica stopped moving. All attention turned to the stairs as a man walked out regally. He was dressed like all the other men, a black suit and was sturdy, big, if not that he looked older and he carried a suffocating air with him. Everyone felt like they were being pressed down by the tension he came with, not just Danica this time.

I reluctantly went upstairs and quickly showered and changed. I didn’t have to do much to get ready. I shaved and put on one of the two suits I own. It's expensive to get a suit for a man my size as it has to be tailored to fit me. I picked my dark gray suit and the simple green tie. “Whoa…” Xenia gasped when I came downstairs. Her sisters and even her mom were gaping at me. “Did I mess the tie up?” I asked as I checked my tie. I know that’s not how they look at me, but it was fun to tease. “I haven’t had to tie one since the twins had their bris milah and brit banot.”

He didn’t want her to stop. Cassie watched on as other random girls tried to dance with Aaron, twerking invitingly in front of him, and she couldn’t blame them, he was a sight for sore eyes after all. He had taken off his suit and tie while they were still in the booth, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, and had rolled up his sleeves a little bit, making him look less corporately dressed and a bit more relaxed than when he was at the launch. He had the attention of the ladies on the dance floor and he did it effortlessly

“Thank you.” I hung up and put my phone into my purse. Fifteen minutes into my arrival at the restaurant, I’d ordered a bottle of champagne as I waited. A few minutes later, Manuel entered the room. The charcoal haired man wore a clean shirt that was buttoned up fully to support the elegant tie he was wearing. On top of the shirt was a stylish vest with 4 buttons, a fairly deep v-line that was narrow enough for the top to remain visible, adding another layer to the overall look of the suit. The jacket worn over the vest was a solid color without a pattern which radiated finesse. In the breast pocket was a pocket watch. On his feet were a classy pair of horsebit loafers. Despite his age, he w

A man who’s doing the right thing doesn’t need to feel anything about it. I stand up and straighten my tie in the reflection of the window. I look fine.

It pains me to know that while everyone around me is so shaken…I’m numb and clueless. “And I know you don’t like the attention, but for now, someone has to watch over you. I can’t take this lightly, Serena.” As if emerging from the shadows, a man walks in. His black suit is crisp, matching his loose black curls. His presence commands the room. His posture is without slouch, standing tall in all his 6 ft 4 inches glory. “Holy shit!” Kaitlyn whispers. Although such a fine piece of specimen is standing a few meters away from me…I’m perplexed.

That was when he saw what the guy actually looked like. He was tall, sure, but he had high cheekbones, a pointy, rat-like face, and nasty, stained smoker teeth. He wasn't even remotely handsome. Dressed in a leisure suit, Warren had a wooden rosary wrapped around his wrist and decorative beads around his neck. Joseph found him rather tacky. But when he imagined that this man had been intimate with Cora and might even have fathered her children, he felt so disgusted that he almost threw up right then and there.