Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

He pulled it out, holding it up against the light. It was champagne-colored, with a high neck and a sleeveless cut that draped elegantly down to the floor. No sheer panels or plunging neckline. Just pure, sophisticated class. "This one," he said firmly. "You're actually letting me wear something sleeveless?" I teased, taking the hanger from him. "What happened to the 'wrap me in a blanket' speech from five minutes ago?" Luca smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "I’m compromise-oriented today. Besides, the high neck keeps people’s eyes where they belong. On your face. Or on me, for being lucky enough to stand next to you."

And now, Jessica Hargrave called to finalize it. Priscillia was almost done styling me. As I stood in front of the mirror, she adjusted the cuff of my blouse, ensuring the delicate pearl buttons were fastened just right. The fabric was a luxurious ivory silk draped effortlessly over my frame, its high neckline and subtle pleats exuding quiet sophistication. The long sleeves tapered at the wrists, cinched with slim cuffs that added just the right amount of structure.

The dim light in the room dimly fell, and there was still a faint fragrance lingering in the air, making people feel hot and restless. The woman on the bed flirted with her gestures, seducing the man who approached step by step. She looked at this object in her hand, with a look of absolute certainty. Russell took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. He then unfastened his shirt cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.

“Rae, get a swimming suit ready and bring it to me, let me use these few days to do something good before lucifer comes back” Rae’s face saddened with my words but I wasn’t wrong. She nodded and left. She came and handed me a red two pieces swimsuit perfectly fitted for my size. The bra was sleeveless with a silver ring in the middle holding de two parts and the under had to be tied on the sides and hanged perfectly on my waistline.

Niya dropped into the seat opposite Raphael only to look up and freeze. He’d taken off his suit jacket. His white shirt was rolled at the sleeves, exposing those large forearms that flexed each time he reached for something. Her eyes snagged at the thick veins riding up his forearms stretched across taut muscles, peeking just beneath the folded cuffs and disappearing under his shirt. God. Why now? Why did his sleeves suddenly need a break during breakfast? She squeezed her thighs together, cursing him silently as her panties dampened again for no good reason.

As soon as I was done taking a shower, I put on something a little sexier. My shoulders were hidden from view by the dress's flowing skirt and stunning plunging neckline. Because it's a loose-fitting garment, it helps to divert attention from my breasts. My wrists were beautifully curled as the sleeves tightened toward the bottom. At first, they were a little baggy. They'll be drawn in by the vibrant red color, as well as the stunning design.

His perfect figure was packed in a black shirt. Then he tore off his tie, threw it on the sofa, and started to undo the cufflinks. His movement was slow, elegant, and attractive. Noticing Sydney's attentive gaze, Julien curled his lips and moved even more slowly. He could have undone the cufflinks in one minute instead of three. After that, he unhurriedly rolled off his sleeves before his robust arms were revealed. It reminded Sydney of those crazy nights. It was this pair of arms that picked her up when she was exhausted.

He wore a black button up shirt, a black tie on the neatly ironed collar and a pair of black slacks with black shiny shoes. His sleeves were rolled till his elbows. The inked skin and veins seeped out of his sleeves. He wore silver rings on both of his hands, index and middle finger. An ear cuff on his left ear and an apple watch on his right wrist and some silver bracelets on his left wrist. He was the definition of sexiness.

In the bathing chamber, Rafael's nightwear had already been laid out. It was blue, made from a comfortable fabric with only subtle cloud patterns, matching the nightwear Carissa was about to change into in both color and style. It wasn't entirely without embroidery, though. The cuffs featured some stitching: one sleeve bore the words "eternal harmony," while the other sleeve had "blessing of a child," symbolizing good wishes. Rafael had bathed and groomed himself the previous night, knowing that this evening might extend late into the night.

I pointed out, the way he can tell the difference between the designs is just so impressive. "Well I love well dressed ladies and I love taking off or ripping the dresses, so I know quite a bit." He said proudly. "I see Mr dress ripper." I teased him just as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his dress shirt and he rolled the sleeves up for comfort I guess but when my eyes landed on his forearm, my eyes went wide and I was overwhelmed with emotions, I don't know if I should be excited or sad about my latest discovery.