Oh No He's Hot Novels & Stories

He placed it on the table and took the lotion from me. I positioned myself so that he could apply the lotion, and a few seconds later, nothing happened. I didn’t feel his hands on my skin. “What’s wrong?” He was clenching his jaw as he stared down at my back. “Should I untie my suit?” He cursed under his breath before he replied, “No.” “Are you married?” “No.” “Anyone at home? Girlfriend, girlfriends, boyfriend?” He sighed. “No. It’s just. Fuck. You’re hot.” His voice deepened as if he was holding something back.

He pressed it to his face, the fabric already damp from someone else’s blood. “You’ve got a death wish or what?” a voice said. Sudan looked up. The guy leaning on the ropes couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Tattoos crawled up his neck. His grin was all teeth. “Don’t need a wish,” Sudan muttered. “Just a reason.” The guy snorted. “Plenty of those around here. Name’s Rico.” “Sudan.” Rico’s eyebrows lifted. “Like the country?” “Yeah.” “Cool. You hit hard for a guy who takes punches like he wants to feel them.” Sudan didn’t answer.

Chest thumping hard against my ribs. “You worked hard,” she continued. “His late father saw you for who you really are, gold mixed with white gold… It's not your fault Gabriel chose to be a blind bat.” I scoffed. Chest heaving slowly now. Anger dying down. “You always know what to do with lemons…” She let out a small laugh, “There are a thousand and one billionaires in Manhattan who would give everything to have a hottie like you by their side forever…” Her voice now bouncing off the roof, she was growing ecstatic.

I thought that was the end of the topic, but I was wrong, it was only the beginning. “So what’s he like?” “Annoying.” She gasped dramatically. “And hot.” I shot her a glare. She giggled. “You didn’t deny it.” I clenched my jaw. “Every girl on this campus talks about him like he’s some kind of god.” “Well,” she shrugged, “he kind of looks like one.” “He’s gay,” I snapped. She nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. That’s what makes him hotter.” I stopped walking again. “What?”

“Alpha, Kian, I’m hot. I’m so hot. I think I’m going to die. I’m so hot. I’m burning.” He put a hand on my forehead. Somehow, his hand made me even hotter.

How can someone be so angry and yet this calm? “Yes… ma’am… he … he.. um ohh there he is” Jenna stuttered before pointing to the entrance of the hall. I followed the direction of her pointed finger to a familiar figure that looks like he was in his early twenties with a suit tuxedo. “Ohhhh!” I heard Josie gasp beside me Ohhh is actually right, the guy I’m staring at right now is so fucking hot! Taking long strides and nodding to People’s greetings as he made his way towards us.

The word is a breath. — It's a good start. He murmurs. Hate and desire are enemy brothers. They share the same room. The same bed. His other hand comes to rest on my hip, through the fine silk. The burn is immediate, electric. I gasp. A small sound I don't recognize. His eyes darken, grow more intense.

“Oh, but he’s got bones elsewhere....tell me, who’s hotter? Damien or Ethan?” I hesitated. My face burned. “…If I’m not gonna lie, Damien is so motherfucking hot it’s not fair.” JoJo let out a squeal. “See! Go wiggle that ass in front of him and watch him fall at your feet.” I snorted. “Do you ever give out advice that doesn’t involve sex?” “Nope,” he grinned.

A smile crawls to the corner of my lips as a naughty idea comes to mind, this would be a day to remember . ***** Noa stood legs crossed beside the black car illuminating under the bright street light , still as alluring as ever, dressed in shorts and a hawaiian T-shirt, how can he look so undisturbed, “Hey” His eyes held mine, as he froze for a second, not moving at inch, then explodes with a heart warming laugh, “ what the hell are you wearing” he eyes me from top to my bunny night flops, “ well” turning in a circular path so he gets a better view of what ever i had to portray.

She shook her head. “You know I'm hot.” He winked. “Don't lie to yourself.” If ‘hot’ was a person, then it's definitely Santos. He is an embodiment of perfection. A god.