Enrique Iglesias Shirtless Novels & Stories

Would my life be like this? After taking a bath together, I quickly dressed up as well to join my team who are probably working now. I wore a simple white sleeveless dress that showed a bit of my chest. I dried my hair as well before I tied it in a messy bun. I also brought my sunglasses that I can wear, especially today that the sun is a bit burning. “Are you ready?” Elijah is wearing a white polo sleeves, rolled up to his elbows. The three buttons were widely opened so that can barely see his broad chest. He paired it with his beige shorts and just like me, he was wearing his sunglasses, too.

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.

Isabelle must be home, I can't wait to finally meet her face to face. “Hello,” I call out as I shuffle inside, dragging one bag and pushing the other inside with my foot. “Isabelle?” I muster but gasp out in shock standing in surprise. There’s a boy! No.. Not just a boy—a MAN, standing in the living room shirtless. His back is to me, and it's cut in a million different directions with thick muscles and deep grooves. He's wearing gray jogging pants, his ass is round, firm, and clenches tightly as he turns around.

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.

But there he was. Enzo stood at the massive island in the center of the kitchen, back to me, lit only by the faint blue glow of the refrigerator light he had left open. He was Shirtless, always shirtless lately, like the cold meant nothing to him. Moonlight slanted through the tall windows and painted every ridge and valley of his body in silver. Broad shoulders that could carry the weight of an entire pack. Arms corded with muscle from years of training and battle. The deep V of his torso tapered into abs so sharply defined they looked carved from stone. Sweatpants hung low on his narrow hips, the drawstring loose, revealing the shadowed trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waist

I try to calm myself, twirling my hand together as Enrique comes out of the car. My breath hitches, how is it that someone can look so breath-taking without even trying? And his scent, it’s so thick and warm; I want to cuddle in it forever. Enrique is wearing an overall coat, and underneath is a dark shirt and dark pants, coupled with white trainers. His gaze, framed with strands of tousled chocolate hair stares back at me intently. Why do I wish to desperately vanish under his gaze? For a while, neither of us says anything, until I cough, “uh, let’s go take the photo now.”

Christ, does this idiot only know how to answer questions with questions? “That wasn’t an answer,” I pointed out. He leaned back in his chair, and only then did I realize he was shirtless. He. Was. Shirtless. Why didn’t I notice that when my body touched his? Why didn’t I realize that when my back rested against his chest? I tried to look at his face, but I couldn’t help it; his chest was too distracting. He was toned, his muscles looked so manly and appealing that I wanted to lick them.

Busy silang lahat sa workplace kaya halos ngayon lang niya makita at makasama ang mga ito. Sa lahat ng babaeng empleyado, siya lang ang nakasuot ng plain white tshirt, at sixpocket white din na cargo pants, paired with a rubber shoes. All of them wore something sexy , wishing that they can find a love of their life, or kahit sino basta gwapo, lalo na ang mga single ladies. Her straight black hair was smoothly cascading down her shoulders. A ponytail served as her bracelet, para ready na gamitin niyang pagpusod ng buhok incase mainitan siya. Her choosen face is completely different sa dati niyang mukha although almost the same ang mga facial contours. Pinatanggal din niya ang kanyang cleft ch

I walk out of bed and go straight to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I put my phone on to play music while I am making breakfast. I am dancing to Swalla by Jason Derulo ft. Nicki Minaj and Ty Dollar $ign. I turn around; I am startled by what I see in front of me. A shirtless Enzo is sitting on the stool in the kitchen drinking water like it’s a regular thing to be shirtless in the kitchen. For God’s sake, does this man not know he is sexy, and it’s not right to show off his sexy body when I can’t even allow myself to look for too long...‘It’s not fair’ I whine to myself.

“But don’t go labeling me a puck bunny just yet. I have standards.” “No? That’s a damn shame,” Santiago says, stopping just inches from the mesh. Isaac bites his lip, suppressing a laugh that would surely ego-stroke the Alpha standing before him. “I was actually hoping for a souvenir. A photo for the fans... or maybe just for my bedside table.” “I don’t do charity work,” Santiago retorts, though his eyes drop to Isaac’s snug, charcoal-grey Henley. “Not even for a loyal member of the pack?” Isaac hooks a thumb into the waistband of his dark jeans, tugging just enough to reveal the black elastic of his briefs. “I’m wearing the team colors underneath, if you need visual confirmation of my loyal