Novel & Cerita Derek Hale Shirtless

“It is gross.” Derek burst out laughing and jumped off the bed, peeling off his shirt. “Fine. I will shower.” Without another word, he stripped the rest of his clothes and walked, completely naked, into the bathroom. Caleb sat on the bed, shaking his head with a chuckle. “So you left me here all by myself for three hours.” From inside the bathroom, Derek’s voice echoed faintly, laced with amusement. “Like it wasn’t your plan all along.”

He tears his tie off, rips open the collar of his dress shirt, and bunches his sleeves up. He looks absolutely fucking terrifying. A vein I’ve never noticed is bulging from his forehead, and it’s all I can focus on in my state of shock. Shawn sputters and coughs, bringing his attention back to him. “Man, what the fuck, what the hell! This is a mistake, I didn’t, I’m not—” he starts saying, but then Derek, who is standing above him, kicks him in the ribs again. Shawn collapses to the floor. The look on Derek’s face is manic. His eyes are sparkling with something crazy. His jaw tenses and his nostrils wide, I can see it even in the pitch black.

Every movement pulled the leather tighter, emphasizing rather than concealing. Tyla didn't comment. She just watched. Waiting. Judging. A sheer shirt came next—if it deserved the name. It was barely there, black and translucent, soft in texture but cruel in purpose. When she pulled it over my head, it settled against my skin like smoke, revealing more than it hid. My chest, my stomach, the faint rise and fall of my breathing—everything visible beneath the thin fabric. I froze. Derek adjusted the hem without a word, smoothing it down like he was dressing a mannequin.

I was just happy and excited to be able to see her at least. A few hours later, the club was packed, filled to the brim with sweaty, gyrating bodies as usual. The drinks were all going, like water to a fish and I was glad for the turn out, my paycheck would reflect this. I saw Derek coming in from his office, with a grin on his face. Tonight, he was wearing a casual blue shirt and black jeans, unusual from the button ups and slacks he normally wore. “Hey, Alex, how’s it going?” He asked, sitting on one of the barstools like a customer.

Causing everyone’s eyes to widen at that. “They’re actually gonna end up stripping out of their clothes and fucking there if they continue that.” Chloe whispers to Betty who’s staring with shocked eyes. She can’t lie, it’s a beautiful sight to behold. Derek pulls back from her and observers the work he’s done and he smiles proudly and kisses her on the check. “My mark looks good on you.” And he walks back to his position and Alicia fights the urge to die of embarrassment. *********

The sleek black car that pulled up to the curb looked expensive enough to belong to someone wealthy. I stood there dripping mud from my clothes and I was still reeling from the shock of everything that had just happened, when a driver dressed in uniform stepped out of the car before taking a step back, his expression, full of shocked horror. "Mr. Hale, sir," the driver stammered, taking in our muddy state. "Perhaps we should—" "It's fine, James," Derek said smoothly, though I could see him fighting back a smile at this, as he waved it away as if dripping mud was a daily occurrence for him and perfectly nomal.

"Derek we love you!!" "Derek! Derek!! Derek!!" They all chanted, making a big deal of it. "What's there? " I lifted my brow, trying to look Unamused. Honestly, I didn't see anything quite amus... I froze at the sight of Derek's clear view. He wore an armless top which was never on him when we came together, flexing his muscles with sweat drooling down his skin. My cheeks came burning just staring at him, as he battled with his friend, looking so calm and... Cool.

I said. “ I know ” he kissed my forehead. “ shall we take of these clothes ” he said. I opened my eyes to look straight into his eyes before nodding my head , before I knew it I was standing naked in front of Derek covering myself with my hands “ shy are we ” he said staring at me making my face face red in embrassment. “ I'm the only one standing naked her, why won't i be shy ” I said. “ really ” Derek said and met the towel around his waist fall to the ground leaving him naked too, I gasped when I saw his little brother.

With that done, we started walking along the shore. It was a nice day out. The salty breeze made my sundress ruffle, and my hair whipped in every direction. Derek looked handsome in his white v-neck shirt and faded jeans. He looked laid back, and I like it. He usually wears dress shirts and slacks but today, he was going for the casual look. We are dressed for comfort. Not for style. Derek broke the silence, "I'm sorry for not telling you the truth." He said solemnly.

said Sandra, still blushing seeing Derek half naked. "Understood, Sandra. Thanks for the information." replied Derek, before gently closing the door. Derek decided to end his morning exercise routine and take a quick shower before changing into some comfortable and appropriate attire. Wearing a white polo t-shirt, navy blue bermudas and a pair of beige boat shoes, Derek descended down the stairs to the front door, where Peter, Lea, Owen and Amanda were waiting. "Good morning Mum and Dad. Hi Owen. Hi Amanda." greeted Derek.