Just One More Chapter Shirt Novels & Stories

My shirt clung to me like a second skin, sweat running in thin rivers down my spine, pooling at the waistband of my pants. Trust me, taking off my shirt would literally help. But only will it serve as a natural tan, it will invite those goons on the lookout for guys they feel they're inferior. I'm ticking my boxes of the list of Mr Goodie. I've flopped just once with Malik’s case, and I won't let it happen for the second time.

I replied stunned. -BACK TO PRESENT TIME- Shit this mini Versace shirt dress is uber short, it’s white, gold & black and very cute. But it looks like I’m just wearing one of his buttonup shirts and it barely reaches mid-thigh to cover my goodies. And these lace crotchless undies he insisted I wear ain’t helping, ugh. He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts.

“Clock’s ticking, little nurse. Are you going to take these clothes from me or not?” I sighed. “Fine, I’ll take the clothes. Maybe that’ll finally make you leave me alone.” I took the clothes from his hands. “Happy now?” “Not quite. Now take off that shirt,” he ordered. “I’m not taking off my shirt in front of you,” I protested. "It no longer belongs to you," he countered. "And you have fifteen seconds to close this door, take off that shirt, and hand it to me." I glared at him but I closed the door in his face. I took off the shirt and put on one of the shirts, Adriano brought me. This one was a white shirt made of a soft cotton material.

"I just don't want to face anyone, okay." "And why is that?" she crossed her arms and asked me. "Can't you see my dress, Jess?" I asked her while raising an eyebrow. "Of course, I can and I have been asking you the same question. But what does your dress have anything to do with our hidi-... Wait a minute." She checked me from top to bottom again and when she realized I was wearing his shirt, she gasped loudly. "Isn't that Shane's shirt?" yeah everyone knows that it's his shirt because this freaking shirt has his initials specially designed for him.

“Just answer me—“ The door moved open and Jaren walked in, holding a carton bag. He stared at us, Alex holding my arm tightly as a smile brightened his face. Then, “I brought you a new shirt. I figured that one would be soaked with blood,” he walked fully into the room, closing the door behind me. Alex pulled his hand off my arm, grabbed the carton bag, and removed a fresh white shirt. “You brought a white shirt for someone who just got injured?” He threw an incredulous glance at Jaren. Jaren blinked. “I just,” he hesitated, “grabbed whatever.” Alex shook his head, stretching his hands towards me. “Just walk into the shirt, I’ll button it up for you.”

Why I needed this deal with King Mellors to push through first before I could finally call it off and return everything to its rightful place. She wouldn't understand. But she would soon. I exhaled and turned to the mirror. The black shirt I wore was crisp, the top button undone just enough to make the look feel effortless. I'd rolled up the sleeves halfway without thinking— But the ink on my arms stared back at me, reminding me of the one person whose thoughts I was trying so hard to ignore for the night. I ran my fingers through my hair. ‘You've got this under control.’ I kept chanting like a mantra over and over again.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

Luna's POV: I'm standing next to Tatum's bed looking at the shirt he's laid out for me. It's a soft grey color and thicker than the last one. I pick the shirt up and bury my face in it inhaling the masculine scent that lies within it. I hurry and dry myself off snapping my fingers to make a pair of underwear appear before slipping the soft cotton shirt over my body.

"Is that another shirt? What is that?" She shrugged off her shirt, then plucked at the tight, stretchy garment beneath. "What, this? It's a tactical compression shirt. It squeezes pretty tight, keeps my lady parts from getting in the way. Plus it keeps all the horny boys around here from staring quite as hard." There doesn't appear to be a lot to stare at, I almost said. Officer Barbour took off the tactical compression shirt. I stared. Hard.