The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

The sleeves, fashioned with a gentle flare, added a whimsical touch that resonated with both elegance and playfulness. I couldn't help but marvel at the thoughtful details woven into the fabric. A delicate lace trim adorned the hem, tracing intricate patterns that added a touch of femininity to the boldness of the red. The dress seamlessly transitioned from a fitted bodice to a flowing skirt, creating a silhouette that exuded grace and poise.

He offered the red dress on a hanger to her then left. She threw the gown on the bed and accessed it, it was sleeveless with a long v - shaped neck line and slit by her right hip. The back had no peculiar design, all the attention was to the front. It was the hue that infuriated her, red wasn't her favourite of colours, despite the fact it was a color she woke up to everyday.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Home is the best gift for me too.” n hour later, he appeared, dressed in a dark-charcoal suit with a silver-gray tie. He tugged on the sleeves of his white shirt, the embossed RVR on his cuffs peeking out. “I can’t get these damn cuff links on, Katy,” he grumbled. “This pair never seem to cooperate for me.” I set down my coffee and slipped the heavy silver disks into the sleeves, fastening them. “There.” He inspected his sleeves, pleased. “Thanks, sweetheart.” “Will you be late tonight?”

“So the family crest on your cufflinks comes from Hynes HR too?” Caspian’s fingers tightened around the tumbler, creating a faint scraping sound against the glass. He set the glass down and pulled a dark navy velvet box from the inner pocket of his overcoat. Opening it, he revealed platinum cufflinks set with sapphires that formed hawk eyes, glinting with cold, faint blue light under the office lamps.

"Shall we, my lady in red?" My smile peeked at what he called me because I am wearing a red gown again. No skin this time. Long sleeve turtleneck is the design of the gown made of crepe material. The style is body fitting is that is up to my heel length. I looked taller with it with my four inch-heel. I nodded. "Yes, Mav."

In this way, the coffee in the cup spilled out and poured on Nick's sleeve. "Ah!" Danica put down the cup in embarrassment and took out a tissue and handed it to Nick. "Unbutton your sleeve and wipe your arm... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it. Is it hot? Are you going to have your shirt dry-cleaned?" Nick shook his head. He unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it up. All of a sudden, Danica stopped and her gaze fell on Nick's exposed arm. Her eyes were wide open and she felt cold. There was a tattoo on the crook of Nick's right arm. The tattoo was in the shape of a cross, not eye-catching, like a medal.

As soon as I was done taking a shower, I put on something a little sexier. My shoulders were hidden from view by the dress's flowing skirt and stunning plunging neckline. Because it's a loose-fitting garment, it helps to divert attention from my breasts. My wrists were beautifully curled as the sleeves tightened toward the bottom. At first, they were a little baggy. They'll be drawn in by the vibrant red color, as well as the stunning design.

The number of maids wearing this one was fewer than the first one. The third wore a red dress with a white and red apron, a red and black adorable cat ear headband, a small bell choker, white and red wrist cuffs, and lacy thigh-high stay-up stockings. The sleeves were short and the open chest design was shaped like the head of a cat. It looked both cute and sexy on them. They finished it off with calf-high gladiator heels. There were only a handful of them.

It was his bronze complexion that made him as mysteriously beautiful as an exotic prince. Absently, my gaze fell on the deep V of his white shirt, and I caught a glimpse of that powerful chest now heaving in a tranquil rhythm. I swallowed as I imagined running my hand across that tight, warm skin…. Blood? I stared in surprise at the dark red patch around his left sleeve. He must have gotten that when saving me, I reflected remorsefully. I reached out a hand to check it—.

It means he loves it! Turning his back to me, he shoves one cup under the coffee machine spout and the other to the top. Cuffing his wrists with his free fingers, he shoves the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt up his forearm, highlighting toned and tan forearms. "Want a latte?" He asked over his shoulders.