Enrique Iglesias Shirtless Novels & Stories

Her breath caught. He looked different without his cap—messy dark hair, a sharp jaw still speckled with stubble, a single chain glinting beneath the collar of his crisp white shirt. He wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. Just the open shirt, rolled sleeves, and dark slacks that clung to lean, dangerous hips. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, voice low and deep, like velvet mixed with gravel. Elena backed away a step. “What… what are you doing here?”

Sinong hindi magiging wanton mami sa gwapong nilalang na to? " Do you have any problem Ms. Delos Reyes?" his voice took me back to my reverie. Ngayon ko lang napansin na lahat pala sila ay naka abang sa sasabihin ko. Now I have a full view of his body. Ngayon ko lang napansin na nag palit siya ng damit. Kaninang umaga naka black t shirt lang siya. Now he's wearing a navy blue dress shirt and a pair of black slacks with a designer belt. I clicked my tongue inwardly mayabang din to eh. Like duh? This is a public school gusto niya bang manakawan? Showing off such expensive things will only attract thieves. Whatever it's his choice anyway!

“There is just something about a shirtless man.” The men didn’t seem to notice us seeing as we were watching them from above and they were focused on the man in front of them. My mate was also shirtless and for a moment, every rational thought flew out of my head. Elias was built different. His skin was taut with muscle and shone under the sun. His back and arms were littered with scars that only seemed to add to his appeal. His voice was clear and firm as he barked out instructions to the guards.

But truthfully, I felt like I had swallowed a planet and looked like it too. On instinct, I reached for the beach towel folded beside my lounge chair and draped it over my lower body, suddenly feeling exposed. Clara definitely noticed but said nothing, which I appreciated. I didn’t want to discuss my sudden self-consciousness with anyone, not even her. I was trying to get comfortable again when Isaac himself appeared by the pool. He was shirtless, wearing only navy swim shorts that hung low on his chiseled, narrow hips. His golden hair was tousled, his blue eyes bright in the sunlight. He looked like the Sun God himself—all toned muscle and tanned skin.

A little smile on her lips at hearing the footsteps, intentional, identifiable, and unmistakable. The door groaned ajar. Deliberate. Methodical. Enoch Alessi entered the room dressed in his typical black ensemble, defined by sharp, angular lines that highlighted his physique. His white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing the understated strength inscribed on his forearms. The nearly silver strands of his hair were rather dishevelled, as if he had frequently run his fingers through it in frustration. Symbol of the heart Nonetheless, what enthralled Izora was not his appearance.

he replied with a smile. At that moment, I noticed he was in running shorts, his shirt appeared ripped as if he had fallen, and he wasn't wearing any shoes. I glanced up at him and furrowed my brows in confusion. I was just about to say something when Ikaris spoke. "I run better without shoes," he chuckled. "And your shirt? Did you fall?" I asked, pointing at him. Ikaris looked down and then back at me before reaching for the shirt's hem and pulling it off, revealing his muscular chest. He smiled at me, a smirk on his lips. I could feel my cheeks flush as I looked away.

It was best I kept it to myself. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a frown, walking into the room and moving close to me. I was tongue tied, not wholly because I was scared, but because of what he looked like. Miguel had taken off his shirt in fact, his entire suit. He had a pair of slacks on but his upper part was bare. Did he always walk around his house like this-half naked? If he did, wouldn't this kill me even before the curse did?

Trust me, I did not fuck up. "Wait, what? What about the male shoot?" "You're going to be the model. Your black slacks wore fine, just get a darker colored button up shirt and meet us up front." I walked away before he could object. Oh hot damn. That's all I could think when Jose came out from the dressing room. Part of me thought that he would freeze up, maybe be a little shy, but he walked out with his head held high. The shirt that I told him to wear was not buttoned up, instead he had it open, his chiseled body on display. His caramel skin was smooth, bare. The lines on his body were so defined, so firm, I could only imagine what it would feel like to rub my hands over his abs and up his

I don't know, but the first thing I felt was pain in my chest, where my heart is. "There he is, oh!" He held up his cell phone so that the three of us could see the picture of Señorito's girlfriend. First if you notice how white he is, that his face is bloodless! It's wrong, it means that he is an actor's complexion. In terms of what he used to be, it's obvious that he's already rich, it looks like he's wearing a veil! She was wearing a red tube design bikini, so her whiteness was emphasized even more.

The black collar sits prominently around his throat, the silver lock glinting under the low lights. Julian drops the shirt to the floor slowly. "Pants," Enzo orders. Julian unbuttons his slacks and pushes them down his legs, stepping out of them until he's standing in only his black briefs. The cool air raises goosebumps on his skin. He feels horribly exposed, especially with Enzo watching him so intently. "Take them off," Enzo says quietly. "Everything." Julian hesitates for a long beat, before finally sliding his briefs down and kicking them aside. Now completely naked except for the collar.