Man Without Ties Novels & Stories

"I made the decision to spend some time out of town. to clear my head, as you know. That evening I visited a bar. Though it was not my regular scene, I wanted to briefly forget everything. Isabella leaned forward, her interest aroused. "Go on." Flash back The packed dimly lit bar had the murmur of chatter merging with the bass-heavy music. Sharon sat at the counter sipping her drink; the weight of her recent heartbreak hurt her heart. From next to her, a deep voice questioned, "Rough day?" She turned to find a man with a confident smile and sharp blue eyes. He was naturally handsome. his well-fitting suit suggested authority and riches.

Breaking my hold, he made a move back in the seat and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, shedding it before moving to his the zipper on his pants. "Kind of hard to do it dressed, Levi," he said when I hadn't started taking off my own clothes yet. I had been too enthralled with watching him, the way he moved so easily and comfortably. I had seen my fair share of naked women in my life, some I wanted to bleach from my memory, but then there was Conan, that possessed something otherworldly about his physical self. No one could make me feel the way he did when he was nude before me, giving and vulnerable.

I sneered. He let out a piercing scream and collapsed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Through the pain, he still tried to explain himself. "Uncle Jeremiah has stayed away from women for over 30 years. And everyone knows he's infertile because of his condition. I just didn't think he'd marry you and even have a child with you." "And that's your excuse for killing my child? I begged you to make one phone call to confirm it. You refused and even smashed my phone," I retorted.

He didn’t even take his time to catch his breath at first and instantly went to business. Struggling to keep his limbs together, from behind, Manuel aggressively untied the man’s necktie in his suit, almost choking him to death. He used that cloth to bind his limbs together. Then, Manuel stood on his feet and forcefully had his body face up to him, reflecting the moon’s light onto his pale skin.

" Cipher grumbled to himself and walked deeper into the sea of people. I quickly followed without saying a word. Half an hour into the event, we were halfway through pretending. I had flashed a grin at a score of politicians, smiled politely at two fashion Supreme, and flattered a woman that her diamond necklace was beautiful so successfully that she promised me the name of her jeweller. I was about to get another glass of champagne when I saw them. A couple. The man is tall, with sandy brown hair, with a fake smile full of teeth, he was wearing a well-tailored suit in navy color. Clipped to him is a woman with cheekbones sharp enough to injure your hand, red lips that curved in a sinister s

Men who’d been bold during his absence were suddenly cautious, the bravado leaking from them like sweat in the sun. Link stood before the mirror in his penthouse, fastening the last button of his black dress shirt. He wore no tie, no unnecessary pretense. Just sleek, tailored power stitched into every seam. His reflection stared back—the grey of his eyes darker, sharper, the face of a man who had seen blood and beauty, and claimed them both.

“Don’t lie to me, Jackson.” Savannah’s voice cut through the dimly lit room like a blade, raw and trembling, but unbreakable. She stood near the window, her silhouette outlined in the soft glow of the city lights below. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, the air filled with everything they had left unsaid. Jackson closed the distance between them slowly, each step echoing against the polished floor. His suit jacket hung open, his tie loose, the usually controlled CEO looking dangerously close to unraveling.

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.

It was grand and well decorated in such a way that depicted his aura. I didn’t look around his room. If there was anything I wanted at the moment, it was to be done with him and be left alone. Once I had stepped into the room, the man left, leaving me to face Lorenzo’s wrath. I saw him sitting on a couch not too far from his king size bed. The upper buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned, giving a glimpse of his taut chest. The black tie he wore was loosened around the collar of his white shirt. With his outfit perfectly outlining his well sculpted body, he looked so dangerously attractive.

Ethan The mission entrusted to me was more than a success. That day, when Dinam's pot of glue left the company's premises, I went to the bar at the end of my day at work to celebrate it in due form. Once I had eaten and drunk well with my friends, I returned at night to continue the party in my apartment with two beautiful girls that I caught at the bar. I spent the night between their arms, not to say between their legs. Deleting Dinam from the company was really a big victory for me. I wanted him to feel humiliated, to come down from his pedestal and find himself on the ground, where his true place is. He should never have joined our environment, and he will never have another chance to fi