Clark Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

“Good evening to you, too, sis.” Nora doesn’t even smile. Her brows pull together as she shoves her phone at me. “This is why I’m saying it.” On the screen is a gossip site, headline bold, picture brighter. Adrian Knight, elusive billionaire, was seen leaving the gala with Clara Hayes, Ethan Ward’s former flame. The image is damning: Adrian and I, side by side, his hand just hovering at my back, my face tilted up toward him as though he’s the only person in the room.

I snapped as I booted my system. "And then, you won't believe what his wallpaper is." "Who? The staff?" "Ewww, what business do I have with the staff? Have you ever seen the staff? Looks like a grandpa." I scowled. "I'm talking about Clark. When he unlocked his phone, I saw his beautiful body, damn!!" I winced. "You have to see how beautiful he looked and right now, I'm also imagining how beautiful Rex is." I muttered. Yes, if I was drooling, I was confidently doing that. Who wouldn't drool for him? But then, I couldn't let him see me like some cheap lady who desperately wanted him.

“You see that rubbish story? I want it taken down from every platform. Now. And pass a message to the media, anyone who dares repost it, I’ll bankrupt their company myself!” The words thundered through the connecting door. My stomach tightened. What story? I reached for my bag and fumbled for my phone. For a moment, I thought it was something corporate. Then the screen lit up and my heart stopped. My own face stared back at me. Lucas and me hugging. The kind of casual intimacy you never plan for a camera to catch. The headline blared: Katherine Clark Cheating on Gordon Smith with Her Personal Guard. “No. No. No…” I whispered, my mouth dry.

As the elevator was approaching the 9th floor where Clark's office would be, my heart suddenly began beating faster. I took in a deep breath standing at the entrance of Clark's door with my hands on the door knob. Clark was in there, with a lady stark naked on top of him. No wonder I had hesitated a bit earlier. I stared at them, not even shocked at what I was seeing. I was hurt, but wasn't surprised. I forced out a smile, and stepped forward folding my hands underneath my breast and watching them separate from each other. I could see the panic on Clark's face, but the look on my face assured him that I wasn't even bothered about what I just saw.

I ask, and the cold, hard truth blankets my body. She closes her eyes and then hands over her phone. The color leaves my face. I stare at the picture. My hands begin to vibrate. I can’t feel, can’t think. All I feel is dead. One of my nudes. They sent one of my nudes. I’m laying back across my bed, looking up seductively at the camera which my ex, Mark, is holding. My eyes are hooded and you can tell I’ve just had sex. Mark’s hickey claims my neck, just above my collarbone. My breasts are pushed up in my hands and my bush peeks out from between my crossed legs. I remember this picture – it was the first, and only time, I’ve taken nude photos.

“All the news outlets already have this video in their possession, and they’re just waiting for my signal to release it. Along with that, they have another video.” Another? What other fucking video could they possibly have? “You should take a look at yourself,” she laughs as I continue to stare at her in confusion. For a moment, I don’t move as I try to consider what exactly it is that she is speaking of, but when my eyes begin to travel down my body, I find that it is covered in hickeys and claw marks. Looking over, I also take in Nadia, who is completely naked with marks on her skin as well, and resting on her neck is something I can’t believe she managed to get on her body.

Arriving, she pressed the doorbell and knocked three strong times. "Hey, Bitch, come on in," Clark said. "Mac is in the shower; he will be out soon." Clark wore a pair of gym shorts and a lascivious smile. She reached out and caressed his chest, and he returned it with a firm grip on both of her títs. Mara, putting on her best coy voice, said, "I say we start without him." She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Clark then took over, stripping her fully naked. "That is one hot body you have, Bitch!"

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

What did he mean by his actions? Ralph scoffed inserting his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down and soon his underwear joined his clothes on the floor. He is completely naked, without a shred of clothing on his body except his watch. Klara's jaw dropped seeing his unholy form and her face turned bright red witnessing his erection. She swallowed hard as her brain is clouded with unethical thoughts. What the F?

I couldn't help it, I looked through the gap. It wasn't Claire’s room. Because sitting in a black leather armchair was a Raphael... He was completely naked, his skin pale and covered in dark ink that looked like snakes in the dim light. I recognized the sharp, mean line of his jaw immediately. He was completely naked, his skin was glowing in the lamplight. His muscles were bunched, his head thrown back. Between his legs, a girl was kneeling, her dark hair spilling over his thighs. I watched, frozen, as his fingers tangled in her hair.