Just One More Chapter Shirt Mga Nobela at Kwento

What an asshole boss! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I hope this chapter isn't weird. See you next chapter 💋💋💋💋.

"Open the door. You are taking too long." "I've earned this! I-I want to pick my shirt in peace." I snap. I'm disappointed with not finding a weapon, but I did find something earlier. The flash drive! I snatch it from the boot and tuck it into my panties. I smooth the giant shirt down and limp out of the closet. Kellan has the aura of pride as he inspects me and the shirt I grabbed. I hadn't even realized the dark burgundy color is the same shade as the one he is wearing, but without a logo.

“Next time you come infront me, atleast wear a bra because your shirt is too thin to make those hardened pinks disguise and I fucking hate it when someone glances at what’s mine.” A/N: Liking the story so far? Do share your thoughts. Also are you okay with steamy chapters? Like, comment and follow.

She grabbed the front of his torn shirt… (To be continued in the next chapter…)

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 19 CHAPTER 19: IN MY DOMAIN My hands begin to move as if they have a mind of their own. I can’t seem to stop them. I am kneeling on the soft cushions of the sofa, and I can feel Adrian’s presence like a wall of heat right behind me. My fingers grip the buttons of my work shirt—the crisp, professional fabric that usually makes me feel safe. One by one, I undo them. My heart is thumping against my ribs, a wild, trapped thing. I hold the corners of the collar and slowly slide the shirt down my arms, letting it fall away completely.

I explained quickly. “Of course, Your Highness. I must also inform Their Majesties. They will probably make their way to you before I return.” She paused a second, waving her hand and a large shirt with the word Evanescence splashed across it. It was the 2 XL shirt I had kept after my online shopping trip went awry and I received the wrong size. I heaved a sigh of relief. “This should cover you for now.” I thanked her and waited for her to leave before shedding the too small bra and shirt.

“What do you need?” “Another shirt, maybe? This one is…” Chan frowned. How could she tell him it was showing too much? “Too big?” He finished off for her. Chan licked her lips. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that it’s too thin. Do you have a thicker one?” “Yes. Just wait a minute,” he said, heading over to the closet again. What he handed her this time was more decent, Chan decided. It was one of his work shirts. Pale gray with white stripes. It smelled nice, too.

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

Then I mumbled, “Not a Star Wars t-shirt. More like a Hobbit t-shirt.” “Are you wearing a Hobbit t-shirt?” he wondered in a sultry tone. I took a deep breath, then turned on my camera. “See? Nothing special.” I wasn’t expecting it, but his sharp intake of breath was surprisingly gratifying. “Mmm, sexy. I also like the t-shirt.” I looked down at my t-shirt, noting it was white, stuck to me, and had the store’s logo on it. “‘The Dragon’s Lair’” he read.

He frantically shook his head, trying not to remember it. "Kai." Manik placed a shirt on his shoulder from behind him, grabbing his attention. "Change into this." "Oh, than-" his words were replaced by a frown when his eyes fell on the shirt. It was a 3D muscle printed skin toned shirt that he had gifted Manik on his last birthday just to mock him for being such a body building freak. "No I am not wearing this!" "I only have that shirt in the car." Manik shrugged. "And c'mon it would look good on you. You know with those fake abs on display you wouldn't need to worry about real ones"