Peters New Suit Novels & Stories

Going to the birthday party, he naturally couldn't dress too shabby and lose his face. Even if he was now down, there were some things that he still could not lose. Because of the changes in Katherine Richards's Company, Alden had not bought new clothes for a long time, and naturally he would not buy new suits. Alden remembered that he still had clothes under the box, which was his favorite suit. This suit had a shirt which was complicated and luxurious and under the refraction of heavy lights, it would emit a dazzling bright light. The overall color of the suit was blue, from light to dark blue, which looks like the midnight sky under the night, and it appeared dazzling and dazzling.

I had nothing to dry them off with now. But to my surprise, Peter sat down beside me, and I watched him remove his own shoes and socks, lift his pants as high as they would go, and put his feet into the cool pool, as I had done. We remained silent for a while, until Pyotr broke it. " Will you tell me what is going on in your mind? " he asked, without looking at me. " No way! The secret to success is to keep all the craziness inside and act like a normal person. I won't let my husband find out that I'm a well of madness!”

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.

He had a sort of Spanish accent. “Peter! There you are. I was wondering if you ditched me,” Anne exclaimed. Peter was dressed in a beach shirt and cream colored shorts. He had white snickers on and on his shoulder was his camera hanging with the help of its straps. His hair was short and curly as they stood above his head. “I would never abandon you, my dear amour. So these are the couples, yes?” he asked instead. “Indeed Peter. Do what you do best,” Anne gave him her consent.

“That’s because she doesn’t know a long flight is going to be exhausting.” “Then we’ll bribe her with new toys.” Aurora shook her head while suppressing a smile. And just as everything felt too comfortable— the doorbell rang. One of the staff members quickly walked toward the front door. A few seconds later, Peter entered the house slowly. Aurora looked slightly surprised. “Uncle?” Peter wore a simple dark suit, his expression far calmer than it had been over the past few weeks. The older man’s gaze immediately fell on the large suitcases in the living room.

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.

I was not at all impressed compared to him and his abs, not with my noodle arms and plastic straw legs. The door opened, and Adam popped in before quickly closing it behind him. He was holding a suit in a bag. “I managed to find something closer to your size from my old suits, but it’s still going to be a little loose on the shoulders. Hope you don’t mind,” he walked towards his desk and hung the suit on the back of his chair. “I’ve already sent your suit to be laundered. Mrs. Perez promised that it would be done before the party ended.”

Five minutes stretched into three before the door opened again. “Peter Calvin to see you, sir.” “Send him in.” Pete entered, his tall frame filling the doorway. Dressed in a suit, with his tie loosened, he looked less like the Pete he was and more like a business man on his way to a conference. But I knew better. Behind that composed exterior was a man who could come up with amazing plans and unveil secrets with a single phone call. Besides our partnership in business, he was good at things like this.