Straight Jacket Mga Nobela at Kwento

She didn't have time to browse or explain. In the first aisle, she spotted what she needed: a pair of loose, faded denim jeans. They were slightly oversized but durable, which was what mattered. Next, she found a plain black tank top, grabbing the thick black jacket hanging beside it on a rack. The jacket felt slightly worn, its lining frayed, but it was heavy enough to keep her warm in the cold nights ahead. She slung her purchases over her arm and strode up to the counter, handing over the money with a slight nod

Three skirts which were neither that tight nor that loose. And I also bought a leathery jacket on Alex's request. According to him, all my outfits will look great with a leathery jacket on top. He just wants to make me dress like a badass like him, I think but I couldn't care less, I am enjoying myself and some little badass styles won't do that big of a harm.

The black fabric was expensive and the zipper was silver and heavy. I pulled it down slowly. Inside was a tailored black tuxedo. I stared at it and my throat closed up and my hands started shaking. The jacket was fitted and the pants were slim and the shirt was crisp white. Exactly the size of an Alpha with my frame. It was beautiful and elegant and it was designed for someone with broad shoulders and a flat chest and nothing to hide. How was I supposed to hide my body in this?

He licked his lips as erotic images of himself licking his secretary’s cleavage danced in his mind. "Wear my jacket to cover your body." "But I'm not cold." “Who said this jacket is to keep your body warm? This jacket is to cover your transparent body.” “You think this dress is made of plastic, huh?” “You really look like you’re wearing plastic instead of a dress. You had perky breasts that almost jumped out of the small cup of your bra. People will be happy to see you without a jacket.”

"I just needed a simple, professional outfit for the upcoming trial. We aren't here to purchase a new wardrobe." Adrian walked over to her, his long, predatory strides silent against the thick silk carpets. He had already shed his heavy suit jacket, his charcoal vest tightly hugging his broad, muscular chest, his crisp white sleeves rolled up precisely to his forearms, exposing the thick muscles of his wrists. He stopped right in front of her, leaning down to cup her face in his large, warm hands. His dark eyes burned with a raw, intense heat that made her breath hitch in her throat.