Novel & Cerita Suits American Drama

There were a thousand things that could go wrong. To occupy my time and divert my attention from the situation, I opted to look through one of the magazines nearby. I chose the one titled America's Most Eligible Billionaires, and you would never guess who appeared on both the cover and the center spread. It's none other than Mr. Maximilian McTavish.

*** A/N: This is the first novel I've ever written. Suit and Tie Series: 1. Granting One Last Wish 2. Teasing Phoenix 3. BASHing Trinity (ongoing) Don't forget to read my other stories: Night Stalker Series: 1. Pyke 2. Xandry 3. Forrest Sin Series: 1. Sin De Rella 2. Sindy Kate Standalone: Blue Iris Love Me

Jpg We open the photo. The same black and red suit but this time his face is on show. His milky white skin contrasts the darkness of his suit, but holy fuck he is handsome. He has this angular face, a chin and jaw dappled with facial hair. His eyes are so dark they are almost ink-black. And his hair had been styled to swoop from one side to the other and back. He screams wealth. He screams desire. Arianna fans her face. "Honestly. I hope you take this opportunity, Lisbeth. It'd be a shame to waste it."

Since I asked him out on a date, his mood skyrocketed to perfectly happy and it got me thinking I should have asked him out sonner. The late night New York breeze bit against my skin as I got down from the car. It was oddly harsh and soothing at the same time calming my nerves for whatever we were going to face at the dinner table. Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I shuddered visibly. “Are you cold?” Sinclair asked, pulling off his coat to hang around my shoulders. He wore a blue three piece suit from Thom Browne while I had on a creamy silk strapless dress that clung to my body like it was custom-made for me.

"Who gave you the right to 'sort through' them?" Elliot, unfazed, replied in an infuriatingly calm voice, "Look, it was a mistake. The suitcases are identical. You can keep my things and do whatever you want with them. I don't need them anymore. Besides, my clothes are all luxury brands—easily worth a few hundred dollars each. I'd say we're even. Oh, and don't call me again. My girlfriend gets jealous." Before I could respond, he hung up. I immediately redialed, but the line was engaged. He had blocked me.

She muttered as she picked the TV remote from Logan’s desk and turned on the TV, and she was not surprised to find it already tuned on the news channel. They were showing a news reporter seemingly covering a field story, she glanced over at Logan and shrugged, surely a little volume would not hurt, she thought as she increased the TV volume. “... the country is still in shock following the discovery of a man who was shot to death at an apartment in the city. It is reported that the suspect who was found at the crime scene had called the police and reported the crime.” MJ felt the bubbly feelings she had felt since waking up, turn to a blood-chilling cold as the building behind the reporter z