Novel & Cerita X Men Suit

"That's none of your concern, but I'll tell you anyway. He ruined my life and my home. Since Karma won't catch up to him, I'll treat him as poorly as he treated me. He'll beg for mercy until his last breath. It'll serve as a lesson to everyone—never mess with the wrong woman." "You didn't answer my question, so I won't answer yours. Besides, I don't know much about the dude, only that he always wears a cool mask divided into red and dark brown. There's an 'X' in a circle that looks like a ring of fire, and the color line forms a 'Y' above it. If you see that description, you've found him." "He doesn't use guns, only two Japanese long swords—Katanas. And don't even get me started on his suits

Boss ladies in full formation. People glance. I notice it distantly. Today isn’t about them. Today is about Lucas. “See us,” Stephanie says, grinning. “As if we’re not about to spend somebody’s rent.” I laugh. “Please. I’m about to spend somebody’s annual salary.” We head straight to the men’s section. The smell of expensive cologne and polished wood hits me immediately. Racks upon racks of suits—grey, navy, charcoal, patterned, slim fit, tailored cuts.

“Aiden?” I looked to my left and was taken aback by the sight of a group of men. Just like Aiden, they had all chosen to adorn themselves with suits; however, each suit was distinct in its own way—some shades darker while some more vibrant than others. As I studied their faces, I noticed that the uniformity in their clothing extended well beyond just color. They all seemed to have similar mannerisms and gestures that mirrored one another's.

I love seeing all of them so happy and I can’t wait to tell them the news of my pregnancy. The doorbell rings after a few minutes again before it opens up and Malachi steps in. As soon as I see him, my heart flutters. He is putting on a brown vintage suit which looks so good on him. This man, he makes everything look like a fucking pieces of art. Each step he takes makes him look like a medieval king, strong and confident. His hair is pulled into a neat bun. Well, I would already be tripping if he didn’t belong to me. Behind him is Mason and he looks good too in his black two breasted suit and his hair slicked back to perfection.

And he guided me through it. When I was breathing normally again, he snapped his fingers and a woman pulled in a rack of five male business suits. “I got you these too,” he said, cradling my face, his thumbs wiping my damp cheeks. “Just in case. I like to cover all grounds.” “Men’s wear?” I sniffed. And he chuckled. “Yes. So you bring these back. They aren’t branded, and he can tell their less refined quality, so you checked with him if you could wear them. How’s that?”

He smiles at that. "I didn't know that you would pull that." He says, gesturing to my suit. I look down and then back at him and give him a sheepish smile. The guys were told to wear a suit, and he pulled off a suit quite well. "I hate sarees." I shrugged. He raised one of his eyebrows. "It looks good on you. I think you pulled off the suit better than all the boys." He humours me. I shake my head, chuckling at that slightly."

Zoey's POV I clap along with everyone as Xavier stops next to the man on the platform, who seemed to be on the same height as him. They both wore identical three-piece suits with expensive patterned ties. "So, Xavier, tell me something and this stays between us," the MC whispers in the microphone making a few people in the back giggle, clearly amused. "are you making more money than Bill Gates per day?" "Ahh. Tough question there James," Xavier jokes as he scratches the back of his neck. "Sorry to disappoint, but I certainly will not say, but what I will say, is that I'm making enough money."

Zion said when Xander came out of the room. Xander was wearing a grey suit with a black shirt with the first two buttons opened revealing his nice toned chest, he wasn't a fan of ties so he never had one, his black hair was combed to the back although a few strands fell over his forehead making him look like his face was sculpted by God himself. "Whatever...are you coming or are you gonna sit your lazy ass there?" Xander asks. "Just because I'm not a workaholic like you, doesn't make me lazy," Zion smirked.

Stephen narrowed his eyes in disbelief, and once he deemed Xavier was telling the truth, he went ahead and said, “Pick something for me, you know them best.” Xavier grinned, hurrying to the man's closet and picked a black denim trouser, a dark-gray slim fit v-neck t-shirt, and black boots. He flung them to the guy, closed the closet, and leaned on it.

Xander: "...." If a fight occurs, Xander was confident to beat at least two or three men. But going against several men at the same time would ultimately result in a loss. "Just stay here. If I don't come out in an hour, then call the police. Don't ever come even if you heard the shouts. If those people saw you they will not let me or you go." "...Why?" "Because you reek of wealth," Suzie said as she glance at Xander's expensive suit. Although the suit had some smudges of mud, it did not conceal the wealthy aura around Xander.