Novel & Cerita X Men Suit

For a moment, I think my mind is playing tricks on me as I stare at the two gorgeous men outside my door. When the one greets me, I know it isn’t a trick. Man Bun and Faux Hawk from the diner stand before me with identical smirks. That is the only identical aspect of the two, though. They are both in a clean-cut suit. Man Bun’s is a dark gray with a maroon shirt, and Faux Hawk is in a black suit with a deep pink shirt underneath. Now that they are standing side by side, Man Bun has at least four to five inches on Faux Hawk.

Xander turned the mask slightly in his hand, his eyes carefully taking in every detail. Then he reached into the bag again but this time around, he brought out the main outfit which was black tailored suit. The moment it came out, the room fell silent and for a second, no one said anything as they were all just staring. The suit was flawless, from the cut to the stitching and to the way it held its shape. Everything about it screamed perfection. “Wow”. After being speechless, Maxwell finally said under his breath. Michael blinked his eyes and said. “No Max, this is not just wow.”

"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.

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."

Yet, the contents inside weren't mine. What on earth was happening? I scrutinized the footage several times until the truth became evident. I pointed at the screen and argued, "That man took my suitcase! While the two suitcases are similar in size and appearance, mine has a sticker on the left side." Seeing this detail gave me some relief. However, another troubling thought surfaced. It had been two weeks! Had this man not opened the suitcase even once? How could he not have realized it wasn't his? Or was he deliberately taking advantage of the situation after seeing what was inside my luggage?

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.