Novel & Cerita Straight Jacket

His face straightened and he stiffened, stepping away from Shaun and dropping his hand from her arm. She looked over her shoulder and caught sight of Jozef, making his way through a crowd of people toward her. She turned to watch him approach, absorbing everything about him. His long graceful steps, smooth and confident. He was wearing tailored suit pants but instead of a suit jacket he was wearing his leather jacket. The collar was open at his tattooed throat and he wore no tie. She couldn't help herself, her gaze trailed up and down his body, lingering on his strong hands and the cords of his throat, where the tiny scar became visible as he approached.

Astra straightened her forest green dress over her body. She hoped it was not over the top for the art exhibition. She figured people would dress fancy and drink wine because art was fancy and all. She was not sure what type of art exhibition Jared was taking her to though. The dress was something she wore to the office on important days. It was body fitting and it had a row of black buttons that bent to the side and ended with a side slit. The dress had a round neck and a simple short hands.

I took a deep breath and browsed through my upscale boutique, my eyes scanning the racks of my formal attire designs as I didn't want my assistant or other staff members to know anything about our arrangement. I had something in my mind that would suit him well, and just then I spotted it. It was a tailored charcoal gray suit crafted from the finest wool, accentuating his physique without appearing ostentatious. The jacket boasted a subtle pinstripe pattern, adding a touch of modern flair to the classic design. " I think, this will be a perfect attire as it screams sophistication, don't you think?" I suggested. Ryan hesitated, eyeing the price tag discreetly. "Emma, this is a bit too much.

And then he walked through the door. Jace Kingston wore a tailored dark navy suit jacket over a crisp white dress shirt, no tie, with the top button unbuttoned. His dark-blond hair was cut short at the sides, and his jawline looked hard and sharp. He was broader across the shoulders than he used to be, filling out the space of the art class until the low craft tables and small chairs seemed absurdly tiny around him. My throat tightened. I stood rigid beside my desk, keeping a firm grip on my paper coffee cup to keep my hands from trembling, my arms held tightly against my sides.

"Yesterday. My sisters obligated me, so I accompanied them." "You need persuading to come out to a fair?" "Sometimes." He shrugged, leaning his weight on the counter. "Doing fun things also requires a good amount of energy." "Says the guy that hikes and jogs." He kissed his teeth. "Guilty. Did you enjoy it?" "I got this today." She showed off the knitted cropped jacket she bought, holding it open and turning left and right. "It's very flattering, don't you think." Dimitri's eyes fell on the jacket, and he grinned. "It suits you perfectly."

Whoever selected these knew exactly what would fit, what would suit me—knew my measurements down to the fraction of an inch. I dress quickly, conscious of Riku waiting outside the bathroom door. The clothes slide against my skin like they were made for me—which, I suspect, they were. The jeans hug every curve without restricting movement, the tank top skims my torso without clinging uncomfortably. When I shrug into the leather jacket, it settles on my shoulders with perfect weight, the sleeves ending precisely at my wrists. I feel simultaneously protected and exposed, wrapped in leather that carries the club's subtle insignia on one shoulder.

Every detail seems perfectly tailored to accentuate his strong physique and charismatic presence. The fabric of the tuxedo is a rich, deep shade of midnight blue, capturing the essence of sophistication and refinement. Its satin lapels gleam under the light, adding a touch of luxury to the ensemble. The jacket fits him like a second skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and tapering down to a trim waist. A crisp, white dress shirt peeks through the jacket's lapels, the fabric immaculately pressed. The collar is perfectly aligned, framing his strong jawline and emphasizing his confident posture. A simple black bowtie rests at the center of his collar, adding a touch of timeless charm.

I stood from my seat, speaking to no one in particular as I straightened my black jacket. The jacket itself was another annoyance. It was itchy and uncomfortable, suffocating, unlike my fighting leathers. The gold embellishments were also tacky. Everything about this was restricting. But in a world of royals, you dressed nice, smiled when necessary and only showed the people what they wanted to see.

“Looks like outerwear is back here.” I’m tempted to chastise Jax for his use of the term ‘outerwear’, but the guy is here to help me- so instead I just keep my mouth shut and follow him to the back corner of the store. I post up against a clothing rack, watching him thumb through an upper rack on the wall. Jax pulls down a hanger, holding up a red leather jacket with a studded collar. “Heh?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows. I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest. Definitely not something I could see Brooke wearing.

He smells amazing. “You look sexy.” I grin as he pulls up the dark gray jacket from the bed and helps me ease into it. It’s calf length and made of expensive wool and has the most flattering, fitted shape. A new acquisition from Donna at his urging that I needed a winter coat for formal events. New York is starting to get cooler already. “You look far sexier than me, neonata.” He leads me out of the apartment, nodding at the security staff in the outer hall. * * *