Peters New Suit Novels & Stories

Please, don't let it be a dick pic…. The image loads and all three of us looks with wide eyes. Not a dick pic… but twice as exciting. The picture is centred around the chest of a man, Davon I'm guessing. He's dressed in a black suit, a smart red shirt buttoned neatly and a black tie down the angled lines of the suit front. We can see a good definition of muscles, even through the shirt and blazer. A cufflink on show. 'Liberton'. "Holy shit, Liz, you hit the jackpot here." Lakista mumbles in amazement. "He's rich enough to wear Liberton…"

He looked like an executioner. Opposite him, standing perfectly still within the center of the pale light, was Peter. He looked exactly like he had the day I walked out of his penthouse—immaculate, pristine, and entirely alien to the decay around him. He wore a sharp, charcoal-gray bespoke suit, his white silk tie perfectly aligned, his dark hair brushed back without a single strand out of place. His hands were tucked loosely into his trousers pockets, his expression entirely neutral, his dark eyes fixed on my brother with the flat, emotionless vacuum of a computer screen that had been set to standby mode.

“I’m truly sorry about what happened earlier. I'll send you a new suit another day. Could you possibly tell me your size?” Perry was no stranger to the eager overtures of wealthy young women. He'd always dismissed them before, but now? Now things were different. He offered a refined smile, then countered, “Isn’t the suit I’m wearing now supposed to be my compensation?” “The size isn’t right. It doesn’t count.” Jerry arrived with the car.

"It's not really about the money…" "Do you even know who I'm marrying?" Duncan said with a smug grin. "It's the Trivetts from South Mistburg! In this whole city, who would dare go against them?" When the manager saw me walk in, he looked like someone who had just been rescued. "The suit was custom-designed for Mr. Presley," he explained quickly. "It was created to celebrate the designer's collaboration brand debuting at Preesia Fashion Week." That only made Duncan's jealousy burn hotter.

A hundred a day? It's funny; I almost crack up. But tonight's not a joke. I'm dead serious. This was supposed to be straightforward. Instead, it's a mess. I grab my phone. “Derrick,” I say when he answers, “this suit's drowning him. Looks like a 1998 rental. Get us something tighter, a slimmer cut…” I glance back. “Scratch that. Get us something that fits.” “I’ve got a backup set ready, 5’8”, lean fit. Sending it up now. Let’s hope it’s a better match.”

In truth looks could definitely be deceiving. “Good afternoon madam”, Peter greeted us with a slightly evident Russian accent. He started off as a Tailor in Russia but within a space of a decade, his tailoring skills had travelled wide, far and beyond his country. As of today, he had outlets in thirty countries in the world, having an array of workers attending to his business in various parts. He was not one to meet casually for he was a very busy man so having him here could only take a billionaire's touch.

"It's fine. I can't believe I was once in love with him. He's a beast." "I know right. He ran away while you passed out. I'm glad you left him." "Me too." Our conversation is cut short by Peter. He walks in, a smile on his face. Damn, he looks so hot. He's claded in a hoodie and a sweatpant. He looks so hot in it. His hair is messy and his eyes looks tired. He has a cut on his lips, with dark circles underneath his eyes that looks sexy, still. "I'll excuse you guys." Elizabeth grins. She bends down and whispers in my ear. "You're telling me everything, including how your night went the other day."

she said as she picked up her tablet, swiped on it and handed it over to me. I peered into it and it was Peter arguing with a guy, the guy was dressed in a black suit and he was very hefty just like a body guard, immediately he saw Peter step out of the car about to come into the office, he walked up to him immediately and stopped him. Peter kept on insisting that he was a regular face here and that he wanted to see me but the guy didn’t let him go further than he already was, after a while he angrily got into the car , slammed the door shut and zoomed off.

Earth narrowed his beautiful thick brows. "What did I say to you? Just shut up and watch" The annoyed guy muttered. He bent down and put on the lighter. Soon the clothes caught fire and within a second, the destroyed clothes were suddenly on Earth. Pete raised his eyes at the ghost and a smile formed on his lips. "It works" Earth was beyond shock when he saw the clothes on him. Not satisfied with the first clothes, the arrogant guy kept on changing and burning them until he found the suitable one. A plain blue polo and brown trousers.

she smiled shyly as he pulled out a seat for her “Oh no, please call me Peter if that’s fine by you” She nodded. When she had seen him during the meeting, he was dressed in a suit which made him look very serious but now, he was clad in shorts and an aloha shirt which made him look much younger. She could tell he was well built from hours and hours at the gym. His blonde hair gave him the typical LA boys kind of look. The view from the rooftop was amazing, the city looked at peace as beautiful streetlights adorned each corner and traders packed up their goods. Anderson had set out a table of delicacies and had soft music playing in the background. It looked like he was on vacation and had go