Ezra Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

There he was as I stepped out of the elevator onto the parking lot. Instead of his usual suit, Mr. Miller stood beside a sleek Porsche, wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, blue denim jeans, and athletic shoes. He had left the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his chiselled chest. His smirk pulled me out of my trance, and I hastily looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him.

I looked at Wendy Reed and said solemnly, "I'm Yasmine Miller, the mother of your biggest investor, Cole. His funding for this boutique comes from me." I thought that revealing my identity to her would intimidate her. However, Wendy didn't even bother verifying it after hearing my name. Instead, she cackled. "Drop the act, old hag. I've seen your name in Cole's contact list, checking in on him every day to cozy up to him. How shameless can you be to seduce a young man like Cole when you're this old?" The other store clerks also whispered amongst themselves and looked at me disdainfully. It seemed like they were enjoying the show. It was at that moment that I finally realized that the elegant

I snapped at him and he looked down at me. "What are you talking about?" he asked me but there was a very evident smirk on his face. "What are you trying to do?" I asked Mr Miller, irritation dripping off my tone as I glared at him, "why are you doing this?" "I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged, as his eyes looked me over, looking at the dress that I was wearing. It was a short and tight black dress. It had thin straps and it had a sweetheart neckline. It barely reached midthigh and it was quite sexy but I wore it for Junior.

Ezra Cole survived it with what appeared to be complete indifference to the fact that it was happening. He was wearing a simple white Henley, the kind with three buttons at the collar, two of which were undone, and dark trousers that suggested he had somewhere to be later that required slightly more effort than the Henley implied. His hair was slightly less arranged than it had been last night, which somehow made things worse rather than better. There was a small crease along his jaw from sleeping on his side, barely visible, the kind of detail that the morning revealed and that evening would have hidden. He was looking at the pineapple.

He revealed stone cut abs etched in bronze rock that had me aching to run my fingers down them all the way to the V disappearing down his pants. I think I jumped, where did that come from? He pushed his pants down next, exposing his toned leg muscles and a pair of Calvin Klein briefs. I swallowed, trying not to go there, battling to keep my eyes from his crotch. Gosh, I hoped no one noticed how pink I was. “Alex here is going to attack you,” Miller said calmly. “Attack me?” I snapped my head in his direction.

There was nothing more appealing to me than a man who worked out. “Nothing that involves clothes,” Ezra replied. “Great, because I was just imagining you without clothes.” He barked out a laugh. “Really? You? I’m usually the one drooling after you.” “I just don’t make it obvious.” “Let’s go test out the couch then.” I stopped him by the front door suddenly. He raised his brows questioningly. “What?” “I told you I was thinking about you naked.” I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

“Uh… t-thank you for the shirt.” The guy turned to her and looked at her from head to toe, making Millie a bit uneasy who was wearing a lousy black shirt with the words ‘I Love New York…’ printed on it. “Looks good on you.” He smirked then turned back on the fry pan he was holding. “I promise to give it back to you tomorrow.” “Oh. No need. That’s an extra. It actually comes together with this shirt.” He suddenly pointed at his shirt which read, ‘I am New York!’ “Couple shirt. Pretty cool, huh?”

Didn't he just need to zip her dress down, did everything have to be so dramatic just to scare her? As if provoked and not wanting to be intimidated, Becky straightened her body, which was wrapped in a dress that was torn in the middle, her eyes gleaming in defiance of her master. James Miller snorted then smiled broadly, “Look at you, you have the courage now?” he teased, one of his hands that were holding the scissors pushing Becky's dress off and fell to the floor leaving her standing with only her panties and white bra.

Glaring angry daggers at the only person she saw, who was currently pretending to look else where and snapping pictures with his Polaroid camera. Ezra. He was dressed in a dark colored floral shirt, which three of the upper buttons had been left undone, an equal dark colored each short and a rather cheap Polaroid camera around his neck. Giselle had never seen him dress such way and didn’t even know he had such attires in his wardrobe. As for her, the brunette had adorned a yellow colored free crop top with short beach shorts of the same color, to finish it up, she carried her cute Lilac colored Polaroid camera and hung it around her waist, only now it was situated someplace inside her beach

Ezra was waiting in his car and had sent Milan home. She kept pestering him about what was going on with Miss Facer and him, so she could find a way to cover it up if news arrived. He had told her nothing was going on and that he just wanted to take her out to celebrate. She had given him a look because he had never celebrated when other members had their looks on the runway. “You are making it too obvious that you love her.” He had given her a death glare. “I am serious, sir. People will suspect if this keeps up.”