Romans & histoires White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey

Be focused. Just as I set the files on the table, I felt Avia stir within me. “He’s close,” she purred. “Not now,” I whispered under my breath. “He’s ours.” “I said not now!” The double doors swung open. Neon stepped in first, flashing a polite smile. And then came Geoffrey. Dressed in a dark navy blue suit that hugged his broad shoulders and emphasized his presence like royalty. His scent hit me before his gaze did, Musk, Sandalwood and Leather pronouncing his dominant presence.

Jeffrey was dressed very formally. He wore a navy blue shirt with a black suit jacket draped over his shoulder. To complete his look, a black tie was strapped around his neck. Put together, he looked sharp and refined, yet exuded an air of restrained allure. He gazed at Willow with a faint smile. "Can I sit and have a coffee with you?" After a brief pause, Willow returned the smile lightly. "Of course." Jeffrey set his briefcase down and sat down. Very quickly, a waiter approached and politely asked, "What kind of coffee would you like, sir?"

“Come on, let’s go before Rose drops a bomb on you after coming from the school.” ***** By the time they returned to the penthouse, the floor had already been completed. Ethlyn saw Calvin leaving his room in a three-piece suit, unlike a boxer and t-shirt. “Don’t forget about your dinner, Calvin.” Nelina reminded him before leaving. “I won’t.” He replied, to which Nelina gave him a surprised look. “I mean, I will try not to forget.” Saying this, he left from there. “I don’t understand. Why does he wear these types of clothes in the pack?” Ethlyn asked, recalling the man in the suit yesterday, but something was off about him.

I stepped out of the bathroom and went to my wardrobe to pick an outfit for the day. I needed to look more professional than ever. I was going to face the dean and also deny the ‘unverified rumors’. As I said before, I didn’t like lying, but if it meant Dahlia’s future was on the line, I would do anything. Even if I was going to leave the university, I didn’t need to leave on a bad note. I settled with a button-up white shirt and a black trouser. I also coupled it with a black and white vest with a black tie.

This strategic location was once chosen for both protection and territorial control. I smiled. The only one controlling the narrative tonight… would be me. Raffaele stepped out first, dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo—navy blue bowtie around his neck, a matching silk handkerchief folded crisply in his breast pocket. Deliberately matched to me. The dress I wore now was a rich, midnight blue—boldly sculpted A-line with an off shoulder design. The kind of look that didn’t ask for permission, but demanded it.

Cade is seated in his usual spot at the head of the table. I pause at the threshold, surprised. He looks drastically different than the broken shadow who dragged his duffel bag through the door last night. The heavy bags under his eyes are masked, his beard stubble is perfectly shaved, and his dark hair is combed into place. He looks pristine, impeccably dressed in a sharp, midnight-blue executive suit. He is the picture-perfect billionaire CEO, completely unbothered, scrolling through his phone as he sips his coffee. The mafia boss from last night has been buried beneath a million-dollar fabric.

I raised my eyebrows and he looked at me confused. "This is what I wear everyday" He looked at himself. "Rafael, this is a coffee date... You can't wear a suit." I complained. I am wearing a cute outfit so he has to match my vibes. "Wait!.." I went to his closet and huffed when I saw all black and white. He has nothing colourful. "Rafael, you don't have anything colourful." I huffed. "Thank God!" He mocked. I narrowed my eyes at him.

he told the driver as soon as he got into the vehicle. The air enveloped him as he pushed through the large glass door of the café, the gentle sounds of a bluesy jazz song and a warm blend of roasted coffee beans. Haley was sitting at a booth by the window, silently staring out while holding her chin in her palm. She was dressed in a gorgeous soft white off-the-shoulder cashmere sweater. Her collarbone's delicate curve caught the soft, warm light, and the fine wool fell over her shoulders, creating a relaxed yet subtly beautiful figure that carried a calm warmth that seemed to pull at something within of him.

The deputies and paramedics that had saved her life were on the row behind the sheriff. Neo sat down next to Reese in the front row. Reese looked at his friend and smiled. Neo wore a black suit with a white shirt and purple tie. He also noted that the only piece of jewelry that Jolene wore required a key to remove. Helen leaned into Reese and linked their fingers. Looking down at her, he knew that she had noticed the coordinated outfits also.

She looks as beautiful as I do, if not more. Athena sets down a pair of red soled shoes for me and Mia. I step into them and wobble slightly on my feet. I’ve never really worn heels. Again, not much of a need in Greendale. My Doc Martens got me everything I’d ever needed. Athena steadies me and I feel a bit better. Mia’s shoes are flat. She wobbles despite that. There’s a blunt knock at the door and I turn my head. Neil comes in. He’s in a black pressed suit. It looks silk. The shirt he wears under it is a deep read paisley. His long hair is swept into a neat bun at the nape of his neck.