Novel & Cerita Jeremy Diamond Shirtless

“I… I don’t know what to wear. It’s just the movies, but Stella will drag me for wearing anything boring, and Bree will drag me for wearing anything too much.” Jeremy chuckled, stepping in and closing the door behind him. “Let me see.” He walked over to the closet, flipping through hangers until he pulled out a simple cream sweater dress and dark tights. He held it up, tilting his head. “This one.” I hesitated. It was modest, soft, and…safe. Exactly what Jeremy liked. But it wasn’t what I would’ve picked. I have to try... adjusting to him ...but then a thought Crossed my mind

Jeremy and Lena walked into a room, it was a dressing room. Lena sat on the sofa while Jeremy stood in front of the dressing mirror as though he was admiring himself. Jeremy began to unbutton his shirt slowly, he pulled it off and showed his massive shoulder, and broad chest,his ads were heavenly. Lena exhaled deeply as she saw Jeremy take off his shirt, it became hard for her to breath it was as though Jeremy sized the air around her making her choke,Lena couldn’t take her eyes off of Jeremys figure,he was breathtaking,Lena didn’t notice that Jeremy could see her and head her as her heart thumping hard in her rib cage like it was going to jump out.

A moan escaped my mouth and I helped myself in taking off my sweatshirt. I lay on his bare chest and we were touching skin to skin. The only clothes I had on was my black bra which I'll take off soon, call me a horny bitch I don't care. And I was still having my pink silky bum-short on, well I guess I might not take it off anytime soon though. While Ferd was left with his grey joggers. His body was as warm as mine and I love it this way.

Bell stammered out a response, something about our plans for the day, but it was the sudden silence that made me look up. Dylan stood in the doorway, shirtless, his chest bare save for the low-hanging basketball shorts that clung to his hips. For a moment, I understood why Bell had been struck speechless. The man looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine, all hard muscles and tanned skin. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, though I wasn’t sure if the insult was meant for him or myself for noticing.

He loved the hiking boots she got him, and she’d even sprayed them to resist water, but he was not about to wear a damn Broncos t-shirt. He picked up the orange and blue shirt like it was a snake. “I’m not wearing this shirt.” Hailey was in the kitchen making breakfast before their hike, and he shouted loud enough for her to hear. She appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. Jayden instantly hardened as her eyes ran over his bare chest. “Hmm…that’s too bad. Personally, I think nothing is sexier than a man in a Broncos shirt. You’d look so hot. I’m not sure I could keep my hands off you.” With a dramatic sigh, she turned and went back to the kitchen.

After five minutes, driver held the door for his boss with respect. Long legs with polished loffers made there way out and , long slender and wheat colored hands hold the door and slowly the Greek god made his appearance. It was none other than Damien. He was wearing black suit with collared shirt and red tie with a suit pin neatly hanged on his left side of suit. Not only journalists but heiress of other families also pulled out their phones to capture a slight glimpse of cold and alluring beauty.

As you glance back at your friends, jumping and laughing in excitement, their voices gradually return, and they pull you in, insisting on grabbing a drink, leaving you with no choice but to stay. But no, that's not my reality at the moment. Izzy, Emma, and I squeeze our way through a sea of sticky, sweaty bodies, searching for a spot with a bit more space than our current cramped surroundings. "Emma! I'm so glad you could make it," a shirtless blonde guy greets us, his smile so bright it could blind us. Is going shirtless a thing here? This is the third guy I've seen without a shirt. "Denny, so good to see you," Emma responded with a forced smile, shaking his hands that were obviously expect

It's the men's tent. [Mr Dumont is in there right now to change his clothes, what is Gold doing?] [Gold messed with the flags on purpose! She wants to hook up with him] [Don’t lie or she’ll sue you! I’m a huge fan of Gold. She’s never do such a thing] Inside the tent, Damon opened his suitcase. He took out a black shirt. The buttons were buttoned down to just two below the neck. Then a noise was heard at the door of the tent.

I whimpered, curling slightly into myself, blinking at the sudden brightness. And there he was. Damien. He was shirtless, only wearing dark jeans, standing tall in front of me like a monster from a nightmare. And in his hand… a silver chain, wrapped around his palm tightly. It should’ve burned him, but it didn’t. It was like he enjoyed the pain. Like he fed off it.

Jeremy stood in one corner of the lift chewing his chewing gum and wearing a denim jacket, unzipped and a white shirt which was almost transparent under that fashionable jacket. I admit, he looked handsome but a lot scarier than a man handsome. I stood in another corner of the lift to prevent any kind of conversation with him.