Novel & Cerita Strait Jacket

Wilkinson Club is one of those posh clubs every billionaire aspires to get into and they have their own set of strict rules to adhere to. "Really? Are you sure?" She saw his face getting twisted with anger. He even mumbled some curses directed at the old man. "A jacket above my shirt won't do?" he asked. He knew the old man chose that club solely to make him wear a suit. But he didn't want to. "No," Jacques shook her head glancing at him in his usual plaid shirt, jeans and boots. "they won't even allow loafers."

I knew I looked hot and was bound to turn heads but that was the point. “Will you be putting on a jacket?” I frowned. “Do I need to?” Saint pursed his lips. “Then can you at least wear a bra?” “I didn’t bring a strapless one.” “Change the top.” “The top is the point.” “Your ass is distracting enough.” “My ass is distracting you?”

"We can't miss the meeting. I'm not leaking bodily fluids, and I have all my extremities." "Except for those dents," Cleona grunted. "Maybe it's the hair." Stralath touched the clipped strands. "How should I know." She waggled a long strand of her own. "This is annoying. Who chose our skins? Some asshole at HQ?" The two women who'd eyed him earlier sauntered closer. "Are you an actor?" They both wore tight dresses that showed off every curve. Stralath's nostrils flared as potent perfume almost blew him back. His predatory sense of smell wasn't built for harsh chemical scents, and he swallowed hard.

He buttoned it up methodically, his long fingers moving with practiced ease. Next came a charcoal gray suit jacket, tailored to perfection. He slid his arms into the sleeves, adjusting the shoulders until it sat just right. The trousers followed, their pleats sharp and creases crisp. He fastened a black leather belt around his waist, adding a touch of formality to the ensemble.

She got to the end of the aisle, and then stepped out of it, joining the other guests. Jake walked down the aisle next in a white tuxedo jacket and trousers made with high quality wool. It had a single-breasted design, featuring a satin peak lapel that gracefully widened as it approached the shoulders. There was a white satin pocket square elegantly peeking from the welt pocket and adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble. The jacket's silhouette was tailored to perfection, creating a slim, flattering fit that accentuated Jake's physique. The shoulders were softly padded for a refined structure, and the sleeves tapered elegantly towards the wrists.

The air seemed to crackle with tension, each step of Aiden's echoing a reminder of his elevated status. Isabella watched as everything slowed down to her. Aiden's appearance was a striking blend of elegance. He wore a fitted black jacket that clung perfectly to his athletic frame, tailored precisely to magnify his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The jacket was sleek and spotless, with deep red linens running along either side, a designing but deliberate touch of color that hinted at a more dangerous allure. The red trim seemed to pulse against the black fabric, a quiet but bold statement that mirrored Aiden's own presence–controlled yet impossible to ignore.