Chris Evans Hot Novels & Stories

"Not really, I just tricked you so you'd come upstairs," he said with a mischievous grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with desire. "Oh really, I know that smile," Vivian said, her laughter light and carefree, her eyes shining with amusement. Chriswell moved closer to her and locked his arms around her waist, his body radiating heat. "Why don't you follow me, let's have a hot bath together?" he said, his breath warm against her ear, before he pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

“Still. You went to war for me.” “I’d do it again. Ten times.” He nods. “I know.” We don’t hug—never have. But he flicks a hospital Jello cup at me with a smirk. I dodge, barely. We both burst out laughing like kids in detention. “By the way,” Chris says, “Evelyn stopped by last week. Brought muffins. Still the best damn baker in the city.” “Don’t I know it.” “She seemed… different. But not in a bad way.”

Nonetheless, I wasn't fazed by her description. "Are they that good looking?" Paige asked doubtfully, her question mirroring my thoughts. "Yeah. I would do one of them if not both. They're that hot." Chris responded, stressing the HOT. Yes, Chris was bisexual, so he got his way with both sexes since he was really hot himself, to the extent that I would be into him but he was too much of an ass wipe and I saw him as my elder brother which was surely mutual. "Uh-huh. Kris, I'm gonna get a glimpse of this hotness. You coming?" Paige inquired, glancing at me.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, slapped a bright, entirely fake smile onto my face, and hit accept. "Hey!" I said, my voice pitching a half-octave higher than normal. Evans’s face filled the screen. He was sitting on the hood of his Land Rover, the Boston skyline rising behind him. He had a dark purple bruise forming along his left cheekbone, and his hair was damp with sweat, but his green eyes were shining with that familiar, cocky light. "Hey, sunshine," Evans grinned, the sound of his voice instantly sending a painful ache straight through my chest. "Did I catch you in the middle of building an empire?"

" “I can hardly believe you said that.” “Let alone you, even I still don't believe it. In the past, I would not hesitate to make love to any woman anywhere, on the train, at the bus stop, in a restaurant, even in the middle of the road, there was something that pumped up my adrenaline, when all the women were able to let out delicious moans that made my guts swell. "But now, I don't like making my woman show her breasts, I don't want other people to see my woman's bare body, that will make me emotional, jealous and annoyed."

I said while selecting the dresses I picked and liked very much “It's spice up a relationship okay… especially if you have a hot hubby like Dave…ahh so hot,” Chris said with a mischievous grin as she tossed some clothes around and stood in front of the mirror sizing up a black push-up bra. Occasionally, I failed to understand her. How did Charlie tolerate her craziness? Since we were in high school, Chris had been open about her sex out. Her fantasies and when she met my brother for the first time, she didn't stop talking about how hot and sexy Charlie was. It sounded ridiculous, but I didn't know my brother had the hots for her. Later I caught them in Charlie's bed fucking. And since then,

"I think I heard that but it's fine too" This time she wasn't smiling. She was livid and obviously wasn't trying to hide same. Fr Gregory on his part wasn't ready to walk away without having his way. "You would have been long gone if you had just saved the phone number." Maybe something else was not right. "May be you do not want to serve Christ with your voice. Your husband wasn't going to stop you either way". "That's not true!..." "Then save the number." He softly cuts in.

Chris crossed his legs and smiled broadly without minding the anger in Kelvin's eyes. "Tell me, man," he started, "are you pissed because Cara isn't here and you miss her because you have fallen in love with her, or you are pissed because you are not yet the CEO? Make me understand." Kelvin glared at Chris and dipped his hands back into his pockets, he silently wished he could punch off the smirk spreading across his face. He shook his head and ambled towards his chair without giving a response. Chris threw his hands in the air excitedly. "Yeah right! I thought as much. My awesome friend is in love but cannot admit it to my face! Awe-mazing!"

he said, clearly enjoying himself. "Haha, guys, stop. We’re going to be late," Abigail interjected, stepping between us like the world’s most cheerful referee. We turned to her. She was grinning from ear to ear, radiating confidence and energy. Extrovert level: off the charts. Friendly, outgoing, sunshine wrapped in human form. Honestly, why are we friends again? Chris is a model. Not joking. Tall, rich, perfect jawline—the whole package. If he weren’t gay, I might’ve considered asking him out once. But, nope, he’s more girly than me anyway, so problem solved.

“Hey. It’s okay.” I swallowed. “I don’t even know him that well.” “You know enough.” Her thumb brushed my jaw. “Eve, Josh is sweet and fun and obvious, the school hotest guy. Mr. Evander is…” She searched for the word. “A Greek god and intensity in human form. Both of them are stupidly handsome. Though let’s be honest, Evander wins that contest by a mile.” I snorted despite myself. “You’ve never even seen him smile.”