Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

Instead, I focused on removing his coat, but when I stared at his dress shirt, I knew I had to unbutton it. Every. Single. Button. I mean, he wouldn’t mind, right? I am already used to seeing his majestic abs every day because we train. He is always topless or sometimes in a sando when we fight. But no, never in my wildest dreams would I do it. The removal. Why does it sound like a dramatic title? I shook my head and gulped intensely. Be professional, Minerva. It’s not like you are molesting him or something. You are just helping him out.

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

It didn't exactly help to see how her buds pressed against the material of her swimsuit. She was definitely peppering them. "Not that we're not liking the view." Obinna drew out with a chuckle, glancing over at the two breathtaking girls, Obinna had a lean stature, but he had lines against his toned tummy. Ope and Ada hadn't let out a word, Ada just kept staring at Ope, anyone could see how flustered she was.

Josh Batton smiled gently as he followed bodyguards into the mall with Annabeth Cates next to him. While he did so, he raised his hand and kept waving at his fans… Wherever he looked, people were screaming crazily… Their voices were shrill. There were even female fans who felt suffocated because they couldn’t handle how good Josh looked… Josh wore a champagne-colored silk shirt and a pair of light purple pants. He also had a casual, ash-green windbreaker on the outside and a pair of white sneakers.

I wanted to check in with Shikoba before I went to Jonny Weaver’s office. Shikoba looked like a proper businessperson wearing a black pencil skirt, blue pinstripe button-down blouse, and black blazer, and her hair was in a neat bun giving her a very polished and professional look. She makes me look like a damn slob in my ripped black jeans and faded red tee with my unkept beard and hair in a messy man-bun.

The main group of people dancing make way for him as he flails his arms around and bobs his head while jumping at least two to three feet in the air. North Carolina! C'mon and raise up! Take your shirt off! Twist it above your head (spin it like a helicopter)! The speakers blare. And of course, Sebastian rips his shirt open in the front, slips it off his body, and spins it above his head. Like a helicopter. When the chorus ends and begins with a new verse, he throws his shirt on the ground with so much force his arm is a mere blur and begins dancing shirtless like a mad-man. And when I look behind me, people are recording it.

“All thе hоt guуѕ wіth a fаbulоuѕ tаѕtе for fаѕhіоn uѕuаllу аrе. Chесk оut mу onesie, I саn’t еvеn do саѕuаl wіthоut brіngіng a little moi into it.” He ran thе іPаd dоwn thе length оf hіѕ bоdу, showing оff his black dеѕіgnеr outfit. It wаѕ fіttеd wіthіn аn іnсh of his lіfе ѕhоwіng every ѕіnglе muѕсlе, аnd the zip wаѕ hаlfwау dоwn his сhеѕt revealing hіѕ naked tоrѕо.

She tries to swallow, but she can’t—her mouth has suddenly gone dry. Oh, Addison knew this was going to be bad, but she didn’t know just how bad. Javan is shirtless, unfortunately, and he’s wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks. They’re fitted and they only come down to about mid-thigh. He has both arms raised, pulling the top of his hair into a half-ponytail, his biceps and shoulders flexing. His entire right arm is covered in tattoos, the artwork dense and dark and swirling all the way up to his shoulder.