Straight Jacket Novels & Stories

Straightened her jacket. And walked out of the office without saying another word.

“You’ve said that like five times.” “Well,” she said, spinning toward me, “then you can talk more about your space.” She pointed toward the hallway. “You can take the right room—it gets better sunlight. I checked earlier.” “Fine by me.” I walked toward it, brushing my fingers along the smooth white wall. Then something caught my eye. Aria’s jacket. Black. Clean-cut. Slightly oversized. A single silver zipper ran diagonally across the chest. I slowed, frowning slightly. That jacket looked familiar.

North’s POV I straightened my jacket, smoothing down the fabric. Calvin Klein. East and Winter had already tried to claim it the moment they saw it, arguing over who would wear it next like it already belonged to them. It was one of the many things Jeremy had gotten for me. Part of the image. Part of the role. Dark fitted jeans, a clean white tan top underneath, the jacket sitting perfectly on my shoulders. My hair was done, not too much, just enough to look effortless.

"I wasn't sure which brand you prefer, and I'm not very familiar with these things, so I just bought the one the shop assistant recommended." Jane squeezed the small bag in her hand, feeling a warm current run through her heart. "Thank you. This will be fine." "Good, the restroom is just to the left. Hurry up and go, I'll wait for you here." The men's jacket, which Jane was now wearing, was large and covered the stained area on her pants. It smelled different from Tom's clothes. Tom's clothes always had a delicate cologne fragrance, but this jacket had a clean minty scent, with a faint hint of sunshine.

The owner, a woman with silver hair and plenty of piercings, greeted Maddox like an old friend. “Maddox Cruz,” she said warmly. “It’s been too long. Who’s your friend?” “This is Alina,” Maddox said. “She needs something that says ‘don’t mess with me’ but also ‘I can join the fun at parties.’” “So a jacket with a personality crisis,” the owner joked. “My specialty.” She pulled out several options, and I tried them on while Maddox watched with that focused attention that made me hyperaware of every movement. Finally, I found one—black leather, perfectly fitted, with silver accents that sparkled as I moved.

’ I pointed at the off-white suit jacket. ‘This outfit is for anyone with a busy schedule. You can meet with a client—this oversized jacket offers the etiquette. Yet, beneath it, the royal blue long jumper gives the cheerfulness of casual elegance. The little extra to make an ordinary day of work feels special.’ Annie snorted a derisive chuckle.

Chapter 63 Day one, and I could barely breathe. "Do I really need to wear this?" I brushed off invisible dirt from the outfit that looked somewhat close to a swimsuit, and as though it wasn't bad enough, it was tighter and clutched against my chest. "It's a compression jacket. It'll help you a lot more than you think," Clawface said into the open. We were in the middle of a clearing. An orange tree stood behind me, and I rested my back against it, arms wrapped around myself as I paid attention to the rest of Clawface's lecture.