Aidan Gallagher Abs Novels & Stories

He had a lean waist, muscular chest, and broad shoulders. Abigail was a little disappointed to see his flawless skin, devoid of any scar which proved that he was not Charles. However, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was attracted to him and couldn’t pull back her eyes. Aidan was completely shocked. He was speechless at the same time. His eyes roved on his stomach. How could it be possible? How could he not have a tiny scar on his stomach? Aidan was stupefied. Could it be that he was telling the truth?

Adam grabbed the hem of his black tank top, his arm muscles tensing, and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. The fabric brushed against his skin with a faint friction sound. His toned upper body was fully exposed to the camera. Full chest muscles, sharply defined abs, and a deep V-line disappearing into his waistband. Sweat slid along the grooves of his muscles, gleaming under the lights. Every movement radiated raw, undeniable attraction. Isolde was rendered speechless. For a moment, she suspected the man in front of her was not a fitness coach at all, but a high-priced escort.

he said, striding towards the entrance. Ryder, Aiden's cousin, was a vision of chiseled perfection. His dark hair was styled in a messy, effortless manner, framing his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul. His broad shoulders and athletic build were evident even under his tailored shirt, a testament to his dedication to his work as a gym instructor. A small tattoo of a Greek omega symbol adorned his left bicep, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished demeanor.

She would've at least helped herself with a cup of hot beverage if she didn't constantly think that Adam neared insanity with each second wasted. The door opened seconds after her first ring to a god in a white towel that secured his lower body in contrast to his upper body which left nothing to the imagination. The ridges on his firm abdomen were as deep as a valley and his strong chest was beautifully molded. Gianna burned with envy of every droplet of water that slid from his hair down his shoulders and through every nook and crook of his sexy upper body.

Who else could it be? My heart warmed at the thought. The door of the bathroom opened and I looked up to have my breath knocked out. Adrien stood by the threshold with just a towel wrapped around his waist, looking no less than a Greek god. My eyes were stuck on his broad, defined chest proudly glowing in the dim light. His perfectly carved abs were worth the time he spends in the gym. He wasn't overly muscular like those boxers or wrestlers, just the perfect amount of lean ruggedness to make anyone's throat dry up. The towel hung low on his waist and I almost drooled seeing his v-line.

Nine? ‘Nope, nope, nope and nope.’ ‘Fifty!?’ ‘Nope but it a bit similar to the actual number though.’ ‘Fifteen?!’ ‘Bingo.’ ‘Elian you filthy whore...’ ‘I can’t deny that I am my dear Aiden. Stick with me and you’ll be a whore in no time.’ ‘Absolutely not thank you very much!’ ‘Are you sure? I’m a lady magnet! I mean just the other day I got asked out on a date.’ I sign, wriggling my eyes brows.

When she arrived, Ida stood in front of the enormous wall mirror, looking at herself in nothing but a silk robe sleepwear. She gradually lifted both hands to her hair, undoing it with a simple pull on the hairband. Her hands then moved from her hair to her chest, then to her stomach, till the tip of her fingers touched the end of the knot that held the silk robe tight across her skin. Ida tugged on the string, causing the single piece of cloth to open up. That quickly exposed the center of her bare body. She had a firm chest with a narrow space in the valley of those breasts. Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide, and her core was wonderfully toned, which some refer to as the 11-line

said one of the security guards. “We'll get rid of her immediately," added the other, still out of breath. Aiden didn't speak, instead he continued to assess the scene before him. He was intrigued by Katherine's natural beauty which was rarely seen these days. Most women had lip injections, butt implants and plastic stuffed in their chests. It was hard to tell what was real and what was fake these days, but this specimen before him was all natural and beautiful even with all the chaos going on with her appearance at the moment.

“Aidan, who is she?!” Aidan instinctively wrapped an arm around Adriana’s waist, his thoughts briefly distracted: Why has she lost weight again? His protective stance was evident as he looked back at the girl with a faintly smug expression. “Who is she? Isn’t it obvious?” The girl was around twenty-five or twenty-six, dressed in a doll-collared outfit, with medium-length, sleek, ion-permed hair. Her makeup was carefully done in shades of orange and shimmering eyeshadow, giving her a youthful, Lolita-inspired appearance at first glance.

Who else could it be? My heart warmed at the thought. The door of the bathroom opened and I looked up to have my breath knocked out. Adrien stood by the threshold with just a towel wrapped around his waist, looking no less than a Greek god. My eyes were stuck on his broad, defined chest proudly glowing in the dim light. His perfectly carved abs were worth the time he spends in the gym. He wasn't overly muscular like those boxers or wrestlers, just the perfect amount of lean ruggedness to make anyone's throat dry up. The towel hung low on his waist and I almost drooled seeing his v-line.