Novel & Cerita Enrique Iglesias Shirtless

Mag a-alsa balutan na ba ‘ko bukas sa trabahong napamahal na rin sa 'kin? "Where are you heading with that er–car?" Hindi nakaligtas sa pandinig ko ang pagkadisguto sa boses niya nang magtanong. Nilingon ko ang prinsipe't lihim akong napasinghap nang ganap na mabistahan ang ayos nito. Today he's out of his element, no cameras around, no custom made suits and less royal guards. He's wearing a simple faded jeans and slim fit gray polo shirt that perfectly hugged his biceps and torso. Bukas ang dalawang butones nito kaya't kita ko ang sexy nitong leeg. Fresh, neat and immaculately handsome equals the crown prince.

Maybe a job position that makes him have to be arrogant. I cradled myself, clutching the last remaining water bottle, all through Los Angeles. I glanced at Edmund, who was wearing his sunglasses. Could Edmund be like Justin Bieber, being chased by the paparazzi? But no one seemed to recognize him. He only wears black training pants, sunglasses, a black hat, a gray and casual blue t-shirt.

Her pulse quickened at the sight of him, and she struggled to compose herself. He was shirtless, his toned chest still glistening with droplets of water from his shower, and the towel wrapped around his waist hung low, teasingly revealing his muscular build. The sight of him standing so casually, completely unbothered, only made Isla’s heart race faster. She tried to take a breath to steady herself but found it hard to focus with Vincent standing so close. His smile, mischievous yet warm, made her feel exposed, like he could see right through her.

Elias’s cock twitched in his slacks. “Shirt,” he said. Caleb tugged the tee off in one motion. Bare torso now—lean muscle, faint tan lines from summer tank tops, small brown nipples already peaked. A light dusting of hair trailed from his navel down. Elias exhaled through his nose. “Jeans. Underwear too. Everything.”

I wasn’t trying to impress Enrique, but at least I wanted to look nice if I’d be with him—he literally looks good in everything… well except when his temper is quite fickle. I did not want to waste the time picking an outfit since I realized I’d probably be barely noticeable in anything, and he’d still look good in his cargo shorts and plain shirt. I ended up wearing a plain shirt and jeans along with a beige coat before coming out of my room. “Where are we going?” I asked while smoothening the surface of my coat in front of a mirror. I smiled and looked at Enrique who was just looking at me for a while. “Earth to Enrique?”

Folding my arms against my chest, I went inside. It was the day of the party and Enrique is in my room, begging me not t go or even talk to Leondre but I'm adamant to go, I turn my back to him and stare into the mirror, I was wearing a deep red dress that had an opening at the back and a plunging neckline, the dress is beautiful and I smile,

To lend credibility to my words, I wrapped both arms around the blonde, who hesitantly returned the gesture. I finally broke away from him. So I could scrutinize him, because he was dressed pretty summery. He was wearing black shorts that covered his knees completely and were quite loose fitting, along with a black T-shirt that said ENERGIE . Whatever that meant, I couldn't make sense of it. In any case, the outfit suited him perfectly. A pair of sunglasses was also hooked to his shirt.

THE NEXT DAY: Warm sunlight fell on Dorian Iglesias, who was out of prison after 2 years in the eyes of the public– behind he had been in and out many times. In a black loose shirt and cargo trousers. His body ripped, pumped from the workout session he had. His hair was messily scattered, accompanied by a lethal silver gaze that could pierce through one’s soul. He threw his bag inside the car, pushing his hair behind with a deep breath to inhale the fresh air.

This felt scary, so I shyly looked down. “Oh, guys. This is the lady I was telling you about; Paula Alonso the fashion designer,” Juan, the mayor’s son walks out of the crowd and charges towards me with open arms and a warm smile before he hugs me. “You look stunning, and better in person,” He compliments. “Thank you… well, I try,” He smells so good, and he is handsome too. He is topless, wearing beach shorts and slides. How are these girls still sane when a man like him is walking around shirtless? I am going to lose it if he does not get something to wear soon.

Antonio hadn't had the chance to hug me back when I pushed him away turning my face to Chris. He looked at me with a raised brow and I paid it no mind proceeding to look at his shirt. He was dressed in a black t-shirt as I pulled it up exposing his toned skin and rock-hard abs. "Oh, my God! PDA, please... There's a child in here." Elena said shielding her baby. Still, I paid no attention to her. My eyes roamed his chest and I only sighed when I saw nothing. "What are you looking for?" he asked softly and I looked up.