Billy Hargrove Shirtless Novels & Stories

Then *he* walked in. Professor William Hargrove—tall, broad-shouldered, short dark-and-gray facial hairs that make his strong jawline look even more defined. His button-down stretched tight across his chest, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, muscular forearms. A bit of a tattoo peeks under his rolled-up sleeve. My panties went damp in a heartbeat.

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

Without looking up I could hear him unbuttoning his shirt. Terror blocked my ears. Was he going to ravish me right there? I wouldn't be able to save myself, weak like this. I couldn’t run. My breathing escalated. He was on his last button. Underneath his shirt, he had a grey vest. The white shirt slipped off his rigid body. His eyes were expressionless as the shirt came completely off his bicep.

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

It is a story that has not been easy to get through, but a million emotions have been conquering on this day. This day. The left-wing guest lineup was dominated by the RED-EYEZ and the northern wolf clan that looked like royalty. Notably, Glenn's body was covered by neat shirts and suits, with absolutely no there was no impression of a hooligan, even though his big muscles were poking out from under the case. Barlie was seen, and Thomas mingled with Haris and Shey. Shey looked elegant. She wore a cream-colored medium dress with a tiny flower clasp.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Jackie opened her robe. Patty’s eyes widened. Her head snapped over at Billy. Jackie giggled. “He’s seen me naked plenty of times.” “Really?” Patty said with surprise. Billy rubbed the back of his head. Jackie took her robe off and placed it on a towel rack. “Yes, I think Billy is the only man alive who has screwed all three Garvey women.” Billy laughed. “Jodi, too?” Patty exclaimed. “Oh, shit. Does . . . you know who know?”

Even though I prayed not. With a small knock, I stood nervously waiting for his response. "Enter.." he yelled. I did, my hand shivered as I twisted the knob. Closing it behind me, I saw him shirtless watching me. "You did not have to dress up... you look ridiculous knowing it will be harder to get that off." He bellowed nonchalantly. "I prefer you in your rags because that's you Merrigold. This this just looks like a Harriet counterfeit."

I throw the flimsy excuse of a dress on the bed and turn to face her, “I saw the kinds of women he surrounds himself with, back at that hell hole of a party. I saw the eight women draped over him, and I am nothing like them. A stripper's outfit and a makeover will not change that!” Ava sighs, “I will not act like I know Mr. Garres intentions, but I will assure you that he knows all of these things. And no, there is no makeup artist waiting. The boss wants your face bare and natural, please put on the dress, Miss Hilary. I will be back in ten minutes.” She turns around and leaves the room before I have a change to argue.

My eyes widened—Hade, Hank, and Jarred were all standing there. None of them looked like they were headed to a business meeting. Hade wore a plain white V-neck and black shorts, his beanie pushed low. Hank was in all black—shirt, jeans, baseball cap. And Jarred? He was impossible to miss: white sleeveless shirt under a loud Hawaiian-print polo, blue shorts, and a beige bucket hat. His style was… painfully human. I hated it. “I thought you guys were going on a business trip?” I asked, turning back to rinse the dishes and place them in the rack. Footsteps echoed behind me.