Asher Angel Shirtless Novels & Stories

He laughed and there I knew : I was doomed. I met his gaze and my knees weakened. I guess Asher had that kind of hold over me. “Here.” Adam tossed him his shirt and he caught it with his arm. He turned to me and smiled that attractive smile. “Can you help me with this? My hands are covered in dust.” My brain went dead for a moment before it was revived. “Shirt… sure.” I took the shirt that was twice my size from his arm and held it out. Asher turned his back to face me and slipped one arm into the left sleeve of the shirt. Then he did the same to the right arm. But before he could finally slip it on, something caught my eye.

Ashier stood up and walked to the giant mirror in his room. He stood in front of the mirror with his eyes peering at his own image. He pulled off his shirt and turned his back to the mirror, revealing a big wound that ran from his left shoulder blade to his lower back. It was a deep gash that looked like it had been made by a sharp blade.

And Abel wanted to finish the photo shoot first thing in the morning. As Aria couldn't do anything about the contract and she couldn't think about a way to leave Asher, she followed him to work. But she looked distracted at best. Today she is wearing a red dress. It has drop sleeves that are full with sheer lace fabric, leaving her shoulders and collar bone bare. This dress has lace detailing near the bodice. It hugged her frame till her waist before flaring down and reaching above her knees. Pairing it with red shimmer heels, she looked gorgeous. Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, showing off her bare shoulders and collar bone. Asher is wearing a black dress shirt and paired it wit

Asher was out of his seat, and I hold my breath, watching the way his shirt clung to him like a second skin. Jesus. Why did his shirt have to look so devastatingly good on him?? I swallow, eyes jumping to his face before they had the chance to dip below his waist. He doesn’t even give me the chance to imagine what he looked like below the belt, not like I haven’t done that plenty of times. “Give me a minute.” he says before leaving.

When I tried to recall, I was greeted by a merciless pain in my head. The bathroom door pulled open, and involuntarily my blue gaze lifted and caught Asher's, stepping out, almost naked with only a blue short cladding around his waist. It was hanging so dangerously low with lines of water running down the bare surface of his chest, down every dotted black ink of the massive tattoo on his chest, leading to his arms and back, every trail of his god-damned muscle, his unbelievably fine abs. Holy fuck, he was hot.

Ashley had changed. She was wearing deep maroon lingerie. It had a deep neckline and a short cut, ending a few inches above her knees. No outerwear—no veil of hesitation. Just the gleam of silk against skin, catching the light like a secret no one was meant to keep. And hugged her figure with quiet defiance, smooth as water and just as dangerous.

Obviously, it was too small for the both of them to fit comfortably. Her breath caught when she saw Ash appear in the doorway, shirtless. His hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken, water droplets clung to his bare body. Jo stared at his chest and hoped she wasn't drooling. Even if she was, nobody could blame her. Although she'd called Ash's body scrawny earlier, it was anything but. His chest and pecs were clearly delineated and his pants hung low on his hips, missing the indecent mark by just a hair.

He shifted his eyes from me to the front of the car. Ash was talking fast on the phone. His jaw was tight and his voice was sharp as he spoke. He was still angry and his eyes hadn’t changed back. A number of girls had huddled close and were ogling at him. He did look hotter when he was angry and his body was tight and tense, making his muscles look more lethal than normal. This was exactly why I didn’t want him anywhere near my school. Ash had his Police shades on. He’d also taken his shirt off and he was in a black vest. His huge arms, thick shoulders and tattoo were exposed.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

Ash wants it to last, but knowing he wants an excuse to go to the bar once she comes back out from the back again, he makes a more concerted effort to finish his drink. He didn’t want it to look too obvious what he was doing, so he took a minute or two by which time she’d reappeared. She’s now wearing a dark grey long-sleeved top, with some of the top buttons undone, showing off her impressive cleavage and making Ash have to catch himself before he starts drooling. She rolls up the sleeves as she approaches the bar, showing tattoos that swirl around her arms. He can’t tell from here what they’re supposed to be, but they look interesting from here.