Novel & Cerita Jeremy Diamond Shirtless

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.

A white shirt with a black leather coat that's beside him and a fitted ripped jeans along with those black sneakers. Definitely a heartbreaker. Damon remarked, "Stop staring, love, I'll melt." "Geez, you're so cringey as usual." While Serena showing off her height wore a sleeveless white crop top along with her white skirt and black elegant heels. And Dylan was the most perfect of them all, he wore an oversized cartoon graphic shirt and denim jeans. Comparisons are easily done once you had a taste of perfection, which is Dylan! Damon laughed at me as he whisphered softly, "How could you make anyone excited to see you with how you look right now, Olivia?"

They curved down in a strange, almost snake-like shape, and every part of them seemed to be made of glass. But honestly, I barely noticed the stairs. Because I was looking at him. Oh. My. Fucking. God. This was the first time I had ever seen Damian without a suit or a proper shirt. He was wearing a simple tank top that hugged his physique, and for the first time, I got a very good look at just how fit he actually was. His arms were bare, his shoulders broad, and the shirt left very little to the imagination. Then there was his hair.

" Emma watched her pull the hoodie off, feeling a bit disappointed when a black long-sleeved, round-necked shirt came to view. How the heck was she this calm. Emma could feel the heat up to her neck. "It's great what you guys did here under the short notice " "Oh my God" Jemi looked up "What? " "You compliment people? " her cynicism wasn't hidden. "And you're not dead? " "Yeah" she sat on the bed pulling her sneakers off "like me thinking how much Will deserves a medal for putting up with you and your mess for how many years? " "It's two years...and we're friends because we put up with each other, but you?" She flung her hands "I bet no one can stand you"

Exposing the intruder’s face. “What are you doing in my bedroom?” she whispered to him. His eyes were wide. He had never been this close to her before. Her unbuttoned gown was showing way too much of her cleavage. “I got lost,” he said. “Bullshit.” “It’s true.” Atarah tightened her grip on his wrist, and Dragomir flinched. “Fine. I was just trying to get some diamonds.” He said, wriggling his fingers, but Atarah didn't let go.

Dre said softly. “No,” I replied. “This was on me.” That night, I made a decision. If I wanted answers, I needed someone who’d give them willingly. Jamila" The next day, I texted her. Me: Want to hang out? Jamila: Come to my suite. When she opened the door, I froze. No hijab. A dress that didn’t match the shy girl I knew. “Finally decided to see me?” she smiled. Before anything else, I asked, “Why the Blackwood ring?”

I blinked hard, trying to force my vision to focus. Candlelight flickered around me in a loose, eerie circle. Shadows danced along the walls, and the walls carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. But they looked ancient. This wasn’t just some hideout. This was a shrine. And then I saw him. Jeremy stood a few feet away, his back turned, shirtless and barefoot, wearing nothing but a thin black cloth wrapped low around his hips. His skin glistened with sweat, and his muscles were tense. Even before he turned, I knew it was him. I could feel the wrongness in the air, the madness radiating from him like static before a lightning strike.

Currently, he was wearing a white button-down shirt and a pair of dark green slacks. Jeremy's sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, revealing his toned arms. One of his hands was stuck in his pocket as he continued standing where he was. His tall and well-built figure made him look very eye-catching. He was undeniably attractive in terms of looks and physique. Many would definitely lust after him. The sun was bright and warm at noon. A few slivers of sunlight poured through the layers of branches and leaves crisscrossing outside the floor-to-ceiling window. As such, dots of light danced on Jeremy's form.

With no one else around to tend to the garden, I grabbed the hose and watered the plants myself. "Good morning," I heard Jeremy's voice behind me, and as I turned to face him, I couldn't help but notice the way his black shirt hung open, revealing his sculpted chest and chiseled abs. I swallowed hard, astonished that his office attire concealed such a striking physique. "You don't mind if I stared at yours too," I heard him say, jolting me from my thoughts and forcing me to glance down at my own outfit. A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized I wasn't wearing a bra beneath my shirt, and I quickly looked up at his face, regretting my choice of wear.

She smiled, “Pardon me, I meant, when you make love to a man, you never ever wear another man's shirt. It bruises a man's ego, especially if the man happens to lo—like you like Jordan does. Speaking of Jordan, has he seen you in that? Where is he?” In utter confusion, Emerald looked down at her outfit. She was simply donning a pair of black spandex shorts with an oversized cotton shirt, one which she had snagged from Logan. Looking back at her friend, Emerald saw the expectant look on Oriana's face as she awaited her response and then, Emerald finally realised what she had meant.