Peyton Sawyer Clothes Novels & Stories

She looked back and forth between her daughter and her son-in-law and then shook her head trying to make sense of it all. Meanwhile Meredith’s father grunted almost inaudibly and put on a stern face. He was, after all, her father and he had to make sure his daughter was treated well. This man before him looked charming and well off but looks could be deceiving. Brayden was wearing a dark blue nearly black crew neck t-shirt, a pair of five pocket dark grey pants and a pair of dark blue sneakers. He was pretty casual and still looked amazing. At first glance his outfit was on the simple sidle but his t-shirt was a Loro Piana high end shirt made of cashmere and silk. His cotton pants were a tai

Emilia Peyton. Her clothing only made her figure more prominent, although I couldn’t see her face clearly, I could already tell that she was a fine woman. I had never seen a woman show you for a business meeting looking like a spy. I guess I might have misjudged her. I smile to myself but quickly cover it up before anyone could notice. She was on a black turtleneck crop sweater paired with a black high waist trouser, black boots to match. Even with every inch of skin in her body apart from her face, covered, she still looked undeniably sexy.

Montana The next morning I find myself in a dressing room at a shop near Planet Hollywood as Peyton tosses dress after dress over the door to me. She’s on a mission to find me the perfect little black dress. She claims I need a new LBD—little black dress—for clubbing tonight. I assure her I packed appropriate attire, but she won’t have it. “I refuse to try this one on,” I tell her through the door, tossing the dress back at her. “You know I won’t wear a strapless dress.” Peyton is aware women constantly tugging up a strapless dress ranks high on my list of pet peeves.

“No. I am not stalking her. She’s a… friend and I’m merely watching out for her best interests.” “A friend, huh?” the kid asked and shrugged. “Look, dude, I saw you down on the beach, watching her. You kinda stood out. You were the only one down there with all your clothes on.” He glanced at his slacks and shirt, the same ones he’d taken Mackenzie to dinner in. He’d have to buy some clothes somewhere. Wyatt frowned at the sweat stains spreading under his arms. “I… Uhm… I haven’t had a chance to change.”

Wyatt POV The boys and I finished our discussions. Justin is going to follow up on a few more leads about who the stupid savior guy is and Maverick and Zach are going to be spending more time with the girls as secret protection. I will be there as much as I can but I still have to do my job. I got dad on pulling all the background checks at the people in her old pack. I was getting dressed for our date tonight. I slicked my hair back and put on my black dress pants and black button up. I hate sleeves so I rolled them up to my elbows leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned.

I expected that comment to come from Wyatt. “Soooo, I have to put on clothes?” I acted faint. “It’s a tragic day for all of us Sugar,” Wyatt joked as he was already searching through my clothes to pick me out something. He picked me out some jeans and a blue off-the-shoulder sweater, I couldn't help but snicker inside knowing why. I was finally going out of the house and they wanted my mark on full display. I slipped them on and threw my hair up into a messy bun of sorts as the boys got dressed.

“What man wears pink?” “A man whose girlfriend buys it for him. Or is sponsored.” I get up and lean against the closet door. It’s big enough to fit a small car. Backlit shelves, cedar panels, mirrors that make everything look ten percent more expensive. Rows of jeans folded with geometric precision. Racks of button-ups, hoodies, jackets, all of them sharp-lined and brand-labeled. Most are Calvin Klein. His backer. Also mine. Jackson is into comfort, not branding. He wears Mack Weldon’s AIRKNITx and Bauer — not by sponsorship, by choice. He’s not big on freebies that come with legislations.

I giggled at her because she loved all that girlie stuff, and clothes shopping was heaven to Payton. Running into the bathroom, Payton turned on the shower. I didn't even have a chance to pee before she had stripped and jumped into the water. Shaking my head, I decided to pick out some clothes to wear, and decided on a pink off-the-shoulder top that came down to just below my belly button. I paired it with a pair of black low-riding skinny jeans and a pair of matching pink pumps. Laying them out on the bed, I waited for Payton to finish her shower.

His polo-type sweater and shorts complimented by his dark shoes and white socks gave him that 'Tyler, the creator' look, and his black ass rocked it pretty well. "I'm guessing that was him?" He inquired. "Don't want to talk about it."

They all changed into their new pajamas and snuggled up with hot cocoa and cookies to watch movies until the girls went to bed. Pagan got pajama pants with red and black buffalo check pants and a T-shirt declaring Trust me, I’m a WELDER and he knew that his mom had picked them out. The ones that Ashlyn wore were red satin with candy canes all over them. again, his mom chose them. But his dad picked out Alyssa’s. Black and green buffalo checked fleece pants and a long sleeve baseball shirt. In the style of the Starbucks mermaid was Dr. Seuss’ Grinch. Definitely his dad's choice.