Man Without Ties Novels & Stories

"We both know I do not go to public events unless absolutely necessary" Throwing the papers onto his desk he gracefully unbuttoned his suit jacket, took it off and hung it over the arms of one of the couches. Sybil watched the tall man fold his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, showcasing the well-muscle-toned arms beneath. It always intrigued him how this man could easily hide his daunting figure by simply dawning on material. "Well, not this one my friend. This is something I bet you will want to come to" "And why is that?"

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?"

Drugѕ or nоt, the longstanding bоnd between us is dеереr thаn anyone wіll еvеr undеrѕtаnd. Jеѕѕuр is wearing an еxреnѕіvе ріn-ѕtrіре ѕuіt. Thе man is rерulѕіvе. Hе’ѕ асtіng as іf іt’ѕ nоthіng tо discover hіѕ niece working the ѕtrееtѕ. It’s ludicrous tо think hе’ѕ bееn party to thіѕ, but it’s undеnіаblе nоw.

Snowy-White loves children, just not white children. Destin Elliott is wearing a simple shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a sleek vest with 5 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's button-up.

He looked charming in a nude pant coat, but his tie was missing. "Where is the tie?" I asked him. "I decided to match from tip to toe instead of just a tie" He merely shrugged his shoulder, pecking me as his hand snaked around my waist.

How could I look him in the eye? My father showed nothing. Not a hint that he was involved. And the man I know… he wouldn’t throw a peace party just to take out a few low-level guys. If he wanted blood, he would’ve gone straight for Dominic’s head. He didn’t say it out loud, but I knew he had nothing to do with this. But like a true Vitale, he wasn’t shaken. Not even though it happened on our turf. Sure It wasn’t the Blackwoods. They wouldn’t blow themselves up. And it wasn’t us… at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

sat. A man stood by the railing, overlooking the ballroom. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo like the other drones. He wore a simple, perfectly cut black suit with no tie. His hair was dark, his frame lean and powerful, and he stood with the stillness of a man who didn't need to raise his voice to be heard. "You're late, Ms. Everett," the man said. He didn't turn around, but his voice was like velvet over gravel—deep, smooth, and dangerously calm.

Every day, he would tail me to work and follow me home after, using his baseball cap and face mask to blend into a crowd. Most of the time, he wore a blue shirt with jeans, so the only distinctive feature I could note was his hands. And they were a pair of beautiful hands—his skin was fair, chiseled to perfection, with even the veins on the back of his hand something exceedingly sexy. It would look good if those hands danced all over my body, right? As he lay on my bed and touched myself, was he dying to feel me and measure me against the length of his own fingers?

"I've finally found my true self today. My name is Claude Manning, and this new life of mine has only just begun." Applause surged again like a tidal wave after my speech. At that moment, the gloom that had weighed down on my heart for five years completely dissipated. After the awards ceremony, I walked backstage with the trophy in my hands. However, a figure stopped me at a quiet corner of the players' tunnel. It was Ian. He'd already taken off his protective headgear and changed into casual clothing. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with weariness. The once spirited captain of the Yorkson Bears looked utterly disheveled now.

Man! As I returned, the stranger had on a black suit, but with no tie on. He struggles to put them on. How can a man not be able to knot a tie? Silly! “Here, let me”, he turned to face me. I helped knot the tie around his neck, his eyes fixed on me once more. “What?” “You look a mess without makeup, I'm sure your new boss won't be happy to see you in such untidiness”, excuse me, rude. How can he speak to a girl like that? He has no manners.