Peters New Suit Mga Nobela at Kwento

Peter paused. "Also, your cologne is too expensive. Did you know that? One bottle costs more than my monthly car payment." "Peter—" "And your suits! Derek, do you have any idea how much these things cost? I had to have one tailored for the press conference because none of yours fit me properly. The tailor actually laughed when I asked about the price. Laughed, Derek." "Are you done?"

Hey!" I exclaimed. "You didn't tell me there was a new year eve party tonight. " he said. "Thanks to my guys around. " he added. I smiled and said "will you make it? " "Sure. Why not? " he asked. "Okay I'll get ready. We will be leaving by 9." I told him. He nodded and went to his room. Peter and I left our compound at exactly 9pm. The weather was cold and I was a bit shaky. I had not come along with my jacket. As we walked to 3rd street, the street was filled up, the loud music was playing and fire crackers were everywhere. "Wow. This is cool. I've never experienced a street party before. " confessed Peter. "I think I should include it in my Internship log book. " he joked and I chuckled. "

No underwear. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and Peter stood there with his hands on the door frame. He had changed his clothes for a grey tee shirt and shorts. His legs were lean and sturdy. He looked like someone who worked out and I couldn't escape the thought of what he looked like underneath the rest of those clothes. "So," he said. "I can see that you are all dressed up already." "I wasn't expecting an old place like this to have.. basic amenities. And these clothes are for men."

Instead, he turned his attention to mine and mine alone. A deep, wide smile spread over his face when he saw the suit. He touched it gingerly. “It’s divine, Cassandra. You shouldn’t have,” he said. He looked at the label. “It’s a Hot House Flower design?” “An original, yes. I had it specially commissioned by a designer there.” “Let me see,” Ellie said, snatching the pants of the suit. We gawked as she glanced at the label. “Hm,” she said curtly. Then she passed the pants back roughly to Stanley. “She’s lying. This suit is a fake.”

Thea trailed off. “Don’t tell me that you’re going to get married in those clothes,” Pen stated not even giving her time before she was pushing her back up the stairs. “We still have some time! Peter will be here in fifteen minutes, it’s more than enough to make you presentable.” she said as she pushed her into the room. “Pen! It’s just an official paper sign! I don’t want to be overdressed,” She complained. Pen glared at her. “You're worried about being overdressed? And that strikingly handsome man downstairs isn’t overdressed in his three-piece suit?” She asked.

Peter took a deep breath and said, "Finally you held my hand." "Peter, should we go somewhere else and talk?" Jasmine said, looking at the crowd. Peter said, "Yes yes, why not? You must have booked a table for me, right?" Jasmine said, "Yes, but I don't think that now we both will be able to sit and talk peacefully." Peter said, "Sweetheart, no problem, come with me." Saying this, Peter moved those girls away and went ahead and placed his hand on Jasmine's waist. Peter was wearing a white tuxedo under which he was wearing a white shirt and even his pants were white. The favorite color of both Peter and Jasmine was white.

They love each other that they almost forgot about me. But knowing Peter. He would always suggest to make a new baby so I don't have to get jealous. He has been trying to get me pregnant but I won't fall for his charm. It hurts to bear a child and especially, when you are in labor in hurts a hundred times. The pain is unbearable. "How are you, my lady?" A sudden kiss on my forehead and slight touch on my shoulder. Peter suddenly walked in, inside the room. He is still in his dashing suit. He also give Terrence a kiss on his forehead before he starts to unbutton his suit following his white long sleeves.

"Choose something that suits your taste. You can have anything you want." Emotionally, Eric walked towards the tailor's statue. He ran his fingers along the fabric of the suit's sleeves, feeling the luxurious texture under his touch. Each suit seemed more luxurious than the last, but he honestly wanted the cheapest price possible. Just as Eric was about to give up and choose a plain black suit, his eyes fell on a unique suit hidden at the back of the rack. It was a suit unlike any he had ever seen before. The suit was made of dark blue velvet, decorated with intricate silver buses that shone like stars in the night sky. The trousers were a deep blue color, tailored to fit his body shape.

This was different. Peter appeared impeccably elegant. Normally, he avoided formal attire, favoring jeans, shirts, and coats, but tonight he wore a black suit paired with a dark gray shirt. He had skipped the tie, leaving a few buttons undone, giving him a casually sensual look. “Wow, Grandpa! You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen! Miss Celeste is definitely going to fall in love with you,” Ethan said innocently, completely unaware of the implications of his words. “Ethan, events like these are formal. We need to dress accordingly. This is your first exhibition, and it’s an important day for you,” Peter replied calmly.

As Peter reached the door, a staff member timidly extended a hand to stop him, saying, "Mr. Rufus, you haven't decided on your clothes..." Peter impatiently pulled out a black card from his pocket and tossed it to the staff. "Is that enough?" "That's enough." The store staff nodded fervently. Peter took off the new suit he was wearing, carelessly tossing it onto the floor. "This one and all the ones in the fitting room, send them to my house." Following his orders, the store's staff members busied themselves with packing. He adjusted his shirt, then walked straight towards the door. "Oh, by the way," Peter's steps halted at the doorway.