Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

You need to rest. Kate stayed there, breathing fast and cheeks flushed. Bastien came out of the bathroom, freshly showered, his hair wet, shirtless, wearing only his black silk pajama pants. His crotch was perfectly visible since he wasn’t wearing underwear. Kate looked at him, her cheeks turning as red as a tomato. Bastien smiled satisfied and lay down beside her. —Come here, little one, sleep. Kate curled up against him, but his bare skin kept her awake. —Bastien, why don’t you wear a shirt?

She had seen enough pictures of him to know who he was and she had to confess, pictures didn't do justice to the perfection that Ryder Bates was. The only thing she could think of was how she understood why women fell for him in the blink of an eye. He was wearing dark pant trousers and a black T shirt with rolled up sleeves. His shirt was buttoned down to reveal a dangling silver cross and a well chiseled chest. His black hair was slicked back and his face was clean shaven. He was staring at her intently with his smouldering gaze and intimidating build. He shook Justin's hands and he smiled at him.

I was finishing up my makeup when Brittany walked in. “Hey!” She was wearing cargo pants, black fitted shirt with flowers on it. Even with her hair pulled into a high ponytail, she looked amazing. “I saw Piercy’s chest….” “He didn’t put a shirt on?” I asked, looking at her through the mirror. “Nope. He sure didn’t.” “Add that to the list of embarrassing things.” “Brett?” Gavin’s voice was closer than I expected. “Can I come in?” “Yeah, she’s dressed.” Brittany folded her arms.

As soon as I did, my jaw dropped. Two men were fighting in the round arena in the middle of the hall. They were both all-muscles, perfectly sculptured and… shirtless. Normally, I would enjoy the view with semi-indifference, but the problem was that one of those men was Patrick. My adorable, puppy-like bodyguard-slash-ex-assistant was beating the shit out of his opponent with fire in his eyes while proudly exposing his six-pack!

A shriek escaped her lips which was immediately ceased by a large calloused hand on her mouth. A large figure almost jumped in her room while his hands were still on her mouth. Glaring almost flabbergasted, the girl pushed his hands away. "What are you doing here!" She hissed. The man only smirked as his eyes roamed her from head to toe, the girl realized what she's wearing as she felt self conscious and embarrassed simultaneously looking down at her, batman pajamas and iron-man shirt. "Babe you look hot." Alex mused smirking at the petite woman, who looked so damn adorable.

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.

She couldn't see the man who kept turning away from her coming in after her unless he intended to do it fully clothed. "Okay, but you have to strip down to your undies. No tricks," she said, calling his bluff. His jacket hit the floor and it was her turn to gulp. He undid one button and then another until his shirt was on the floor too. Aria inhaled sharply. She knew he was completely ripped under his tailored suits, but damn if seeing it wasn't something else. Aria was not a stranger to shirtless men. She had sparred with her fair share of them. Bart didn't sparr without a shirt though, so this was all new to her.

Just like right now, I want to burn this image of him in my mind. He was shirtless, but he still had his pants on and he was putting on an apron. Yes, I really am going to bleed to death if I have to keep seeing him like this. He’s so hot.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

I hoped I would see her again, but I wasn't sure. I stepped out onto the fine white sand. Bastian was wearing his full length shirt again, after an entire week of wearing short-sleeves or nothing. It looked strange now. Like he had on the wrong skin. The wind tugged at his hair, messing it's warm brown and golds into a tangles.