Ticci Toby Jacket Novels & Stories

“You watched me like you were trying to solve a puzzle.” The voice came from beside her at the bar. Low, with a rough texture that slid over her skin like raw silk. She turned. Tobi stood there, now in low-slung jeans and a simple black t-shirt that did nothing to hide the physique she’d just seen on display. Up close, he was even more devastating. A day’s stubble shadowed a strong jaw. His lips were full. And those eyes… they were studying her with an intelligence that stripped away the last of her defenses.

asked Novi. The middle-aged woman who had been standing not far from Novi and Diki's position. He walked closer to Novi and Diki. "It's imported Moscrape material and size XL. It fits 40-70 kg in weight. For color choices, there are only maron, army, navy and lastly tosca." The middle-aged woman replied at length. Novi looked at the tosca colored t-shirt and she turned to Diki. "If you like it, then take it and I'll agree to buy the clothes." Diki said with a flat facial expression.

I said more to myself but she was down stairs already and safe. As soon as I got down my eyes stopped at Tobi, whose back was turned facing the window. He wore a chocolate brown shirt with matched perfectly and a pair of dark blue jean. His hair a little bit messy and his beard unshaven which gave him a whole different manly and hot look.

The day Tobey laughed so hard he fell asleep in the car with sand still in his hair. A little away from them, a man stood tall in a suit, dark shades on, one hand raised to his ear. She knew whatever he was holding was meant to be a phone. Alicia laughed softly. “Is that Daddy?” Tobey nodded proudly. “Yes! I made his tie blue because it's my favourite colour.” She laughed again, louder this time. It was accurate. Painfully accurate. Levi looked less like a father and more like a security detail assigned to observe the family from a distance.

Tiff laughed at his pouting and then said, “You’re going to have two people waiting for you at home soon.” “Two people?” He said, looking at her curiously. Then she started rubbing her stomach and nodded. “Me and our pup.” She said, and Jaxon and I start smiling at Tobias’ reaction. It looks like his brain stopped functioning. “Toby?” Tiff said, worried about his reaction. I’m not worried though. He is in shock, but not the bad kind. He blinked and then he smiled widely reaching for Tiff’s stomach. “You’re sure?”

“Gee Fox? You're just a toy and always will be—” “Gia?” A voice cut through my haze, and I turned to see Bobby, the manager of the club. “Yes, Bobby?” I replied, peeling off my coat to reveal my micro mini skirt that showcased the black thong underneath, knee-high transparent black socks, heels, and a cropped corporate white shirt, complete with a tie to fit tonight's high school theme. “Private room service. Tobias Whitlock,” he said briefly.

How about that? "Thalia, I'll treat you so well. Toby said he wants a duck, so we'll make a little pond and keep a few for him to play with." … Thalia rested her cheek on his shoulder. Her eyes were wet, tears sliding quietly down, dripping onto his black coat. She'd told him to wear a down jacket, but he'd chosen the coat instead. After all, he looked good in it. Thankfully, the black fabric soaked up her tears. He didn't notice a thing.

I had gone on enough boat outings to know how to help tie up, so I grabbed a rope and assisted. “I'm very sorry, sir, but there's a matter that needs your attention.” Toby fidgeted slightly, pulling at his dress collar. He was wearing dark blue suit slacks and I could see the matching suit jacket hanging off a bench. Unfortunately, I could also see a very large white bird poop squarely on the arm of the dark jacket. “What do you mean, Toby?” Leo asked, confused. “Is this about the new phone app?” “No, sir,” Toby said slowly. His brown eyes skittered over to me and then back to his boss. “It's about the other thing.”

The girth of his biceps was distractingly distinct and the silk clung to his chest; slipping into the dips and angles of his barbarian-build as if it were purposefully trying to drive me insane. The muscled man parade didn't stop there. Torquil stood beside Tiernan dressed in a similar fashion; jeans and a collared, silk shirt. His was ivy green. Torque's hair was pulled back into a ponytail and was glamoured jaguar-black this time. It suited him better than the brown; making his baby blues spotlight bright. He filled out his clothes as well as Tiernan, but I restrained myself from ogling him and instead, set my gaze resolutely on his face. Torquil looked a bit nervous but managed to smile.

Toby was a tall man, but she’d be willing to bet that Colin Taggart was taller by several inches and broader all the way around. Despite the cold, he wore Birkenstock sandals on his big feet, strapped over a pair of heavy wool socks, worn and frayed, but clean. Baggy khaki pants were topped by a tie-dyed T-shirt hanging down past his thighs. His hair was spectacularly orange-red and coarse like a pony’s mane; it curled and matted in a hairstyle that might have been a deliberate attempt at dreadlocks or just lack of care. He’d pulled the whole mass away from his face with a substantial, ink-stained rubber band. He hadn’t been at the funeral, she thought. She’d have