Nathan Webb Nude Novels & Stories

I hung up the phone and forced myself to calm down, my fingers trembling as I slid the mouse across the pad. Aside from the wallpaper, the desktop was almost too clean, with just a single folder named "My Treasure" saved. Zane Lockhart had once made me a folder like that, too. It was filled with photos of us growing up together. My heart hammered against my ribs as an absurd thought exploded in my head. Was he having an affair? The thought barely lasted a second in my mind before I crushed it. I knew that even if every other man in the world cheated, Zane would be the only exception.

My best friend beamed, wrapping herself around Nathan Whitley's arm. "Nathan," she cooed, "my friend here was just saying her boyfriend has no sex drive. I was teaching her how to turn a guy on. "You know what… maybe we should show her one of our private videos?" My breath caught. My heart felt like it was being crushed in a fist. I couldn't believe it. It was really Nathan. Just last night, he'd been sick in bed, stuck in a run-down studio apartment, eating leftover bread.

Curiously, she walked over to the table and looked at the catalog in shock. The catalog was all pictures of naked women in different poses wearing all types of underwear and brassiere with the outline of the clothed part quite visible in the photo. Brooke’s mouth would have gone dry with jealousy at the sight of all that attractive feminine beauty on display, but the fact that these pictures were in Nathan’s room unsettled her. What was Nathan doing looking at them? It wasn’t as if there was only one picture, there were many. Was this how he pleasured himself? Brooke felt dismayed about the fact that Nathan maybe loved to fantasize about naked women in bikinis. This wasn’t what she expected

But he can't just point it out, then he thought about it deeply and then his eyes flashed with a thought. He face-palmed then stood up and allowed the blanket to fall to the ground showcasing his naked body. His body had some small scratches but they were not as bruised as the ones on Evans's body. Nathan had a body with muscles that were not exaggerated, his body was toned and honey-colored, and his packs were obvious as he exercised every time. He looked so handsome which is why both ladies and men want him but too bad, he is still stuck on someone who doesn't even see him.

Subject: What The Public Doesn’t Know About Nathan Carter I attached three things—screenshots of shady financial transfers Nathan had made over the past year, a recording of one of his private calls where he discussed buying off a whistleblower, and a still from the security footage—Nathan with that woman, her skirt hiked up, his hands all over her. I didn’t press send yet. Not yet. Timing was everything. But I was ready. The world adored Nathan. They saw him as powerful, charismatic, a corporate god. Let’s see how they feel when I strip him bare.

I said, leaning forward. “Another huge brand just reached out to me, saying tbey want to partner with you. But it’s going to be a nude photo….are you okay with that?” Mr Nathan asked, brow raised. “A nude photo?” I asked, not knowing what to say about it. Roy would never let me shoot nudely…although, personally I woukd not mind being brands loved my body….Roy would never want that. But I could talk to him right? “I’ll get back to you on that?” I said and manager Nathan smiled.

He removed his phone from his pockets, and browsed through it for a while before he turned the screen to look at them. On the screen was a picture of them together. Their hands were wrapped around each of his fingers as they came out of the restaurant. The picture seemed to have been taken the previous day when they spent the day out. “This… is us,” Nathan’s eyes shone brightly. “This is all over the Internet,” he said, swiped the picture, and showed them another one of where he was bending in front of them, his hands placed on their cheeks. “This…!” Natalie clasped her hands together in excitement.

As for the source of the video recording, it seemed like a candid shot of the scene. But the man in the video was indeed Nathan. And Nathan was found wearing the same suit that he had been wearing in the video in one of the photos that a reporter had taken when he went to the clubhouse and published a while back. Back then, Nathan had come forward and clarified that he was there at a friend’s gathering, and he did not elaborate much about that statement after that. The article also revealed that it was not the first time for Nathan, and the two female Internet influencers were both fans of Nathan. To be exact, they were super fans who had spent substantial amounts of money to show their supp

I smirked at her comment, happy that she might be coming around a bit to the idea of dating. “Lela, really? I thought you were all about waiting for our mate?” I berate her kiddingly. “I know. I know. But damn Raina! Look at him! How is he just standing there all by himself when he looks like that!” Lela wasn’t wrong. While this pack seemed to have more than a few good-looking guys and girls, Nathan seemed to exude sexy. His chestnut brown hair was short on the sides but a bit longer on top. His hard jaw line and steel gray eyes gave him a firm but mysterious look. His short sleeve shirt was tight and revealed nearly every muscle in his biceps and chest.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.