White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey Novels & Stories

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.

When I arrived back at my desk, Caleb reappeared. I ignored the jitter my body gave at the sight of him. “Can I help with something, Mr Wolfe?” He gave me a long look, up and down. I was wearing a brown check strapless midi dress over a white collared shirt with a slim brown belt. I decided to sit down before he answered me, if only so I could cross my legs for the way that look made me feel. “Yes,” he finally said. “I thought it might be useful for you to know that I usually enjoy a coffee when I get in.”

"You are an employee of C.A, but do you know what you have done? Do you know what you have committed? I suddenly got nervous and felt like something was wrong. Will my work be affected because of the coat? "Jonas." He called. "Why don't you tell her the seriousness of this matter? Aren't you the one who recommended her?" I saw jonas frown and he looked like he was stuck in a difficult situation. "Brother Chard... This is not what it looks like it is." "Then how can you explain this?" Mr. Atanante pointed at the ghotic style of C.A that imprinted on the collar of the coat. The letter is small so it's not easily get noticed.

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.

Nikolai said, bringing my attention to the toolbox in his hand. My heart did a stupid flip. They looked casual. They were in regular clothes that I’d seen them wear all the time, but it was different this time. Whenever they were outside, they were always in suits. This time, Rafael was in a regular t-shirt with blue jeans while Nikolai wore a black hoodie and black jeans. “Thank you,” I said, standing. “Really.” The delivery guys arrived a few minutes later and we got to work. We spent the first hour doing absolutely nothing productive.

He could be a model for GQ. Neil's suit was clearly expensive, and his shoes shone so brightly that they reflected the florescent light shining from the ceiling. He wore no tie but it wasn't necessary. His tall stature and air of confidence that basically said, 'don't fuck with me'. I'm sure not many people would dare to cross him. I wonder if Naomi dared? Was she being punished by him for some infraction? My curiosity was nearly killing me when it came to those two.