Peters New Suit Novels & Stories

The door slid shut, locking me in once again. I forced myself out of bed, my knees trembling slightly as I walked to the closet. Inside the garment bag was a tailored ivory wool suit. It was stunning and elegant, looking like something a billionaire's wife would wear to a charity luncheon. But as I pulled the jacket on, I realized the cut was incredibly tight—borderline suffocating. It forced my shoulders back and my chin up. It was another cage, just made of expensive wool. When I entered the penthouse foyer, Killian was standing by the private elevator, reading a document on his tablet. He had discarded the charcoal suit from yesterday, now wearing a bespoke midnight-blue three-piece that

Let him try. So when Taiga opened his apartment door that morning and saw the large box sitting there, the last thing he thought about was basketball. It was big. Heavy. And not the kind of delivery he was expecting. Now standing in his kitchen, he pulled the lid off with a wary curiosity. Inside, folded in pristine layers, was a two-piece suit that looked like it had been stolen straight from the window of a high-end boutique. The waistcoat’s stitching was precise, almost artistic. The shoes gleamed, brand new, their leather so smooth it practically dared him to touch. He didn’t have to check, the sizes were perfect. Too perfect.

“Mr. Grant, Adrian Cole is waiting for you on the twentieth floor.” Peter gave a little nod. They stepped inside as the elevator doors parted. Peter adjusted his cufflinks and stared at his reflection in the polished metal doors. Everything about him looked flawless. The tailored suit. The expensive watch. The controlled expression. Anyone watching him would assume his life was perfect. But lately, something has been bothering him. A weird emptiness he refused to acknowledge. His assistant glanced at him carefully. “Is everything alright, sir?” Peter’s eyes remained fixed ahead. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

06 Saturday came and just like planned, Peter went to West's room. He wore his usual attire— a sweater paired with his jeans. Even when West's room is literally next door, he still wanted to dress properly. While changing a while ago, all he could think was his appearance. Am I overdress? How do I look like? Why am I being conscious? In the end he chose to wear what he usually wear. It's comfortable and kind of suit him. Back to present, Peter's currently sitting on the floor at the end of the bed waiting for West to return. The latter excused himself a while ago to buy a drink. A milk drink in particular dahil naubusan daw ito.

Julian told me I’d be meeting his friend today, but I hadn’t expected to see him this early. Peter is in the living room, standing near the door, hands in his pockets. He’s polished, as expected, in his cobalt three-piece suit and roguishly brushed-up auburn hair. He is fairly nice-looking with his deep ash gray eyes and clean-shaven jaws. Julian has also already told him about us. He seems to have trusted the man as if he were a family member, making him one of his few confidantes.

A bored drawl instructed. Both Cassie and Luther turned to see Felix approaching them. Cassie never thought that she would have been happy to see him. As always, he was dressed in a suit; a light blue three piece that looked like it had been made with his body in mind. His dark hair had grown longer since the last time she saw him but it still wasn’t as long as it first was when Cassie had heard Bethany tell him that he looked like a homeless person. “I don’t have to do anything you tell me.” Luther announced as he squeezed Cassie’s hand even tighter.

Peter answered with a cryptic smile as he stalked towards where I perched with a predatory look on his face. I swallowed nervously as his hand moved down to the thick bulge that had appeared between his legs and he kneaded it through the material on his trousers as his eyes became clouded and his face darkened with lust. “Take off your clothes.” He commanded huskily as I blinked at him in surprise. “Don’t you want to take it slowly? I thought…” I began but a low growl emanating from Peters chest shut me up less than a second. “I didn’t tell you to think, did I?” He growled, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The idiotic official tells me with a disgusted look knowing I could throw a spanner into the works with ease. “Does it look like I care what you’d appreciate, if I want to talk to somebody, you and that oddly fitted suit cannot stop me.” I spat back with a look of anger myself at the guy, whose eyes opened wide as he played nervously with the suit which clung to his body. “I can see this place hasn’t changed you, Erin.” Peter chuckled staring over at me as I remained seated and chained on the sofa, but his chuckling only pissed me off further.

Taylor's POV I see Liam leaning against the wall facing the bathroom that I was in, with his hands in his pockets while staring down at his feet looking like he was thinking about something without noticing my presence. That was when I took my time to eye him closely on the clothing he had decided to wear today for the dinner & gala. He wore a black suit which made him look fit, with a sharp look. It seemed like he had help while choosing the suit. I feel nervous as if there were butterflies in my stomach when I felt myself becoming the old me who was in love with the guy in front of me. I realize that I was staring at him for quite some time that he, himself was still looking down, still u

“This is a really crappy joke. You know I can’t wear suits. Not funny, really.” He was about to toss it on the bed when I held him back. “What if I said, you can wear this one.” “What do you mean?” “I had it tested. It’s made of a completely new and different material. No rashes for you anymore.” “Are you serious?” “100%” “Can I?” he asked gesturing to the suit. “It’s yours. Do whatever you want with it.” He hesitated before touching the fabric. He held it for a while and then stared at his spotless hands. When nothing happened, he looked at me wide-eyed.