Strait Jacket Novels & Stories

He got up from his chair and paced back and forth in his office, inhaling and exhaling many times to calm his irritation. As he passed a full-length mirror in the corner of the room, Jayden stopped and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Today Jayden wears a long-sleeved cream shirt with a black vest and black pants, a maroon tie and black leather shoes. Of course everything Jonathan wears is branded and limited edition items ordered directly from the designer. However, why at this time, Jayden felt himself looking too mature and gave the impression of being very stiff and old-fashioned in all these best brands?

“You are soaked. You must be freezing.” Florence hesitated, her hands trembling slightly from the cold and from everything that was inside her head. She stared down at her damp clothes, her mind racing with thoughts of her own vulnerability. The stranger, sensing her hesitation, gently placed the jacket around her shoulders. The warmth of the fabric was a comforting contrast to the cold she had been feeling. The oversized jacket enveloped her, providing a sense of security and protection.

It will show him more powerful. It was a beautiful dress. The upper black portion will hug the torso tight and then run lose down her waist as a red skirt. Since the dress was strapless and rather had low cut back, Lola added a red jacket to not only hide the skin but also proof of that horrible accident. The sleeves of that simple yet expensive jacket ended down the elbows.

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.

“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.

Layla brought over a dress for me the other day and made me swear to wear it. It was a little shorter than what I would normally wear and it was spaghetti strapped. I thought she was crazy. There was no way I would go out with my fat arms on full display. Good thing I had a cool silk jacket that matched the dress. When I walked out of the house, she frowned at the jacket. “You shouldn't be wearing that jacket! You promised to wear the gown.” She said, her face twisting into an angry mess. I scoffed and looked down at the dress.

The suit jacket features a slim, tailored fit that accentuates Kay's physique, with carefully structured shoulders and a streamlined silhouette. The design of the suit incorporates contemporary touches while embracing timeless elegance. The lapels are sleek and narrow, reflecting the trend towards more minimalistic details. The jacket may showcase subtle patterns, such as a subtle pinstripe or a textured weave, adding a touch of visual interest without overpowering the overall look.

Alex stepped out and adjusted his suit jacket, posture straightening into something lethal. A man ready for war.

Jen commented, looking at the laced underwear Sylvia was wearing. “Would you like to try on a pair?” Sylvia asked. Jen hesitated but still shook her head no. She was facinated with the undergarments, but there was no way she could wear such underwear with her clothing. It was not proper to lift her bosom when wearing her attire; she could only utilize a dudou, a square piece of clothing that was tied at the neck and waist, or a susoyoke, another robe-like material that wrapped around the body and tied in place.

Needed to say more, but he doesn't. I look down at the dress. "You really think it's the perfect fit? The straps are just..." I pull at it, unable to find the right word to describe it. "Strappy." I say at last. West let's out a small chuckle. "How do you want it to be?"