Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gave a long sigh and washed the soap off my body and got out of shower my towel wrapped around my waist. I unzipped my red backpack which was the only thing that came with me and I brought out a white button up long sleeve shirt and a white pant. I changed my boxers to white before putting on my clothes. My pair of shoes were also white in color to match my outfit and I put on my diamond wristwatch. I glanced at myself at the mirror and brushed my hair with my hands and that was all I need to look perfect. I guess if Antonio and I should go modelling for any of those magazines he always brags about I'd be picked and he'll be shocked. I snorted and grin widely at the thought of it.

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.

It was comfortable even. I slowly glanced at him, deciding to take that time to study him even more. Jeremy was incredibly tall. I assumed he was about 6 ft with the way he towered over me. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a toned chest and a silver necklace. Over his shirt was a black jacket and beneath were black pants and a pair of fashionable boots. When I finally looked up at his face, his eyes were already on mine, and my cheeks flushed red at the fact that I had just been caught staring.

I’m immortal now, or at least bound to this mountain until a Reaper decides to use my ribs as a xylophone. It’s a lot of existential weight to process before breakfast. The shadows directly in front of me suddenly begin to boil, the ink-black darkness folding in on itself with a soft, rushing sound and Damon steps out of the vortex, entirely unbothered by the freezing temperature. Let me take a moment to mention that the man is currently shirtless. And sweaty. In January. His sculpted chest and abdominal muscles are gleaming faintly with a light sheen of sweat as he casually pulls a tight black long-sleeve shirt over his head. As his head pops through the collar, his emerald eyes immediately

I needed Jeremy, most especially this time, to find some pieces of information about the white-bearded man. --- I went to Jeremy's house in the later hours of the day and met him shirtless on his couch. Right in front of him were bottles of beer, and strong additives. He was only wearing a short boxer that showed the shape of his huge dick, and his eyes were slightly opened.

“Why… why are they… are they all… shirtless?” The green-eyed man, Damon, appeared calmly behind me, shaking his head like I was the problem, as if my squeaky, panicked, human existence were the real disaster. “Relax,” he said. “They are… normal for us. Well, mostly. You’ll get used to it.”

I hugged him tightly, making him laughed his heart out. Jeremy was one of those male swoon-worthy gay guys. His defined muscles, chiseled jaws, manly stares, not to mention his toned legs and ass. Oh yeah, also his sexy arm sleeve tats. You would think twice, taunting him in for a fight. "Let the night begin baby bear." He started getting us a seat and bringing the beers that we got earlier from the bar. Thankfully I wasn't wearing my short-short dress, just some designer jeans and glittery top, and a really sexy Manolo pumps. People were already staring at us, well at Jeremy obviously.

he whispered in her ear, smirking at the trail of goosebumps his breath left across her bare shoulders and neck. "Did you ever think I would be putting the gold on, Moni?" Damon asked with an excited grin, making her and David laugh, as he buttoned the trousers up and smoothed any creases out of them, eyeing the gold stripe down the outside of the black dress pants. He took the white shirt from the hanger and shrugged it on, watching his reflection in the mirror as he fumbled with the buttons.