White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey Novels & Stories

The little café nestled on the corner of the busy street was the perfect blend of cozy and elegant. Soft jazz played in the background, and the scent of fresh coffee beans mixed with the sweet aroma of pastries. People were going round their normal business, winter is almost gone. Jeffrey sat by the window, dressed in a simple white shirt and dark jeans, yet somehow managing to look like he belonged on the cover of a high-end magazine. His dark hair was effortlessly styled, and the way he sipped his coffee, his long fingers wrapped around the cup, made several women passing by steal glances.

When Carl spoke, his long fingers pressed a white handkerchief over his nose and mouth, and his thick dark lashes cast down, giving him an indescribable charm. If someone else did this, it definitely would've looked girly. But Carl was tall, with long legs and a slim waist, and the well-tailored dark suit made him look even more cold and noble. If I had to describe it, he looked just like a young mafia boss who came back from studying in Chicago, all high and mighty, making people want to stop and take another look...

Her white high heels almost made her as tall as Alexander. Hector wore a cool gray suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. He didn’t feel like wearing a tie and the invitation had said it was semi-casual affair. So, he knew he wouldn’t be committing a fashion faux paw if he didn’t wear a tie. The last thing he wanted was to offend Victoria Van Dyke’s proper ways. Cassandra approached Caitlin. “You look absolute spectacular, Caitlin. Soon I will have a sister. Welcome to the family.” Cassandra air kissed Caitlin, probably not wanting to mess up her cathedral veil which was lovely.

Nyla nods curtly, eyes skimming over me. “I'll be right back.” She says, and shuts the door behind her. I feel myself relax a little, but Cassian's attention is glued to his phone. Whatever is on there, it can't be good. It's never good. “Penny for your thoughts?” “It's just business.” He answers too fast, and it doesn't help the wheels grinding in my brain. So I wait. Nyla returns with the tux, and I watch him disappear behind the black curtain and emerge in a three piece navy blue tuxedo, perfectly tailored to his frame.

Declan stood in front of a floor length mirror in black slacks, a deep green silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the ink on his chest, and a long dark coat that made him look like a Scottish villain from a mafia romance novel. Cat let out a sinful groan. "Jesus fucking Christ." "Aye?" he smirked. "Like what ye see, lass?" "I'd climb you like a jungle gym," she deadpanned. Meanwhile, Callum looked so hot in his navy fitted suit I almost accidentally walked into traffic. Keiran was in a cashmere turtleneck and tailored trousers, looking like he owned the company we were shopping in. Niall, surprisingly, pulled off streetwear with high end sneakers and a black bomber jacket. Rory looked li

The next morning, Nathaniel stood in front of his massive mirror, his fingers shook a little as he adjusted his collar. Usually, he only wore dark grays or black, colors which seemed as cold as his icy heart had been. But today, he reached for a tailored white suit. He remembered that Elara always liked seeing him in white and today he ended up wearing the same color for her.

Cassian hesitated just for a second then smiled like a knife. “Absolutely. Front row. Let him stew in the irony.” “Got it. And what exactly are you wearing to this... gala of redemption?” “White velvet. Custom. I want the photographers to question if I’m holy or unhinged.” Taryn snorted. “And Rowan?” Cassian’s smile faltered, just slightly. “Charcoal gray suit. No tie. Open collar.” “Oh?” she teased. “Since when do you pick Rowan’s outfits?”

Evelyn's POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the CEO’s office. Today, I wasn't wearing "Miller Blue." I was wearing a sharp, snow-white power suit. It was the color of a fresh start. It was the color of someone who had nothing to hide. Cade was sitting in the leather chair by the window, watching me. He was dressed in black, as always. We looked like a study in opposites. Light and shadow. "Are you ready?" he asked. His voice was low and steady.

Pencil skirts, silk blouses, tailored blazers, stilettos. “Is this… an office wear intervention?” Calla muttered, holding up a navy power suit. “Orders,” Neva said simply, arms crossed. Calla narrowed her eyes. “Orders from Killian?” Neva stayed silent, which was answer enough. After the fourth rack of “boss lady” outfits, Calla crossed her arms. “What is this man plotting?” No one answered. Meanwhile, at Killian’s office… Selene entered, having spent an unnecessary amount of time fixing her hair and smoothing her dress outside the door.

Castiel’s P.O.V I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of my teal-green suit. It’s a bold choice, but today feels like a day for boldness. The color matches the excitement and the nervous energy stirring inside me. The white shirt underneath complements it, simple yet elegant. My fingers tremble slightly as I adjust my tie, but I try to steady myself, trying not to think about everything that’s hanging on the balance today.