Pantalone Novels & Stories

Rows of chairs faced a long runway where models walked past in clothes that looked like art, like sculpture, like nothing anyone would actually wear. Louis sat beside Lorenzo with their hands intertwined on the armrest. "That color is called pertanico," Lorenzo whispered, nodding at a gown that looked like spilled wine. "It's made from berries that only grow on one mountain in Sicily." "That's a lot of words for red." Lorenzo's mouth twitched. "Is not red. Is perta…" He stopped. "Never mind. You have no taste." Louis didn't reply. He was getting used to the negative remarks that came from Lorenzo.

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.

Sometimes probably but right now I want to wear my big boy’s pants or big girl’s in this scenario anyway. A minute passed. I rang the doorbell again. Finally, I heard the faint sound of footsteps, which grew louder until the door swung open and I found myself face-to-face with the angel of death. He’d taken off his jacket, but otherwise, he still wore his work outfit— a charcoal gray, two-piece suit from Brunello Cucinelli crafted from ultra fine Merino wool and silk blend. A white Turnbull button down shirt. A Loro Piana navy blue cashmere crewneck sweater over his shirt. His trousers tailored so perfectly and with his John lobb leather shoes, he looked so perfectly put together and I looke

Malakai pushed off from the wall and walked toward me so slowly that I felt my pulse start racing. He stopped inches away, his gaze dropping to the exposed skin at my hip where the slit ended. His jaw tightened. "Where are your panties?" His voice was so low I almost didn't hear him. I swallowed hard, feeling my face flush. "The stylist said the silk is too thin. It would show lines." Ronan let out a sharp curse, dragging his hand over his face like he was trying to physically contain himself. "Are you kidding me? We're walking her into a room full of mob bosses and cartel heads, and she's not wearing anything underneath this?"

“Pan…underwear…and…and a nightdress.” Renee had thought saying underwear was less vulgar but knowing Dante was going to see her panties made her flushed all over.She hoped he only sees her fine underwears though. Dante searched through the wardrobe and found some of her panties. He bit back a laugh seeing the animal designs on some of them. Her panties were just as cute as her. He picked up her bralette and sighed. It was a Mickey Mouse design. As he passed the clothes to her,he teased. “Are you still a child?How can your underwear be so childish?”

He didn't know much about her, her tastes or her size, but apparently he had observed her enough to buy her clothes and not fail in measurements or style. No, a short dress wouldn't suit her knowing what she was like. No, tight-fitting black pants wouldn't look good on her knowing that her feet weren't very well, but what about that set of white pants and a sweatshirt with pink lines on the edges? Yes, she would surely look great in it and above all, it would make her look genuine as always. "Miss, those pants in a small size," Brandon said, pointing to the mannequin in front of him.

I don't know what yet, but something is definitely wrong. The moment I close my door, I cross straight to the box again. I examine the coat more carefully and snap another photo, this time capturing the whole coat, then carefully check for any other identifying marks. No brand label visible on the outside, but when I check the inner collar, I find it. Bellatore. Milano. My fingers tremble slightly as I type the name into G****e. The results load, and my eyes widen. Bellatore is a high-end Italian brand that specializes in custom loungewear and robes. I click through to their website, and the prices confirm it. We're talking thousands of dollars for a personalized robe or coat.