Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

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!

I tilt my head, realising it’s a shirtless man with his back to us who's wearing them, and my heart skips a beat, realising just who it is. Atticus… An angel and a demon… now that’s what Valerie meant. As if he senses me watching him, he turns, and for a moment I forget that he can see me staring as I rake my eyes over his body. He’s wearing white pants with a white strip down the side, some white boots and a gold belt, his hair is all slicked back and those wings are damn huge. And he looks sizzling hot. What the actual fuck? A small smirk crosses his lips as he sees me watching and I realise his eyes are raking over me too.

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.

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.

"Yea" "But...??" "What?!" "You don't know how to have fun!" There was dead silence between them "I'll show you" "I can't wait but first let's fix you up" "How about this dress?" "Mm it's fine" "????" "...." "I love this red shirt and the black pants try it on" "Ok" "Oh my God you look fantastic lemme take a shot" "Can you just light up your face" Betty pleaded "How is this?" "No"

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.

“Blake I mean it, I cannot be tempted by you right now so go change into some shorts or something.” He put his head down as if he was a lost puppy and I laughed to myself as I pulled at some soft black jersey shorts, my pink sports bra as this dress did not allow for a bra, and a large sweatshirt that if I squirmed would allow you to see my shoulder a time or too but oh so comfortable. Perfect for fire and s’mores! I looked over at Blake and he was rummaging through a dresser across the room. It seemed he had clothes just for the beach house versus everywhere else, of course, a billionaire would. I rolled my eyes but also took my chance as he seemed occupied to slip off my coat jacket and pu

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.

Renata sat on the sofa, resting her chin on her arm on the sofa's shoulder. She looked out the window, where the sky was starting to turn orange, signaling that darkness would soon come. The door opened, making Renata turn her head, and she saw Bastian walking in with his shirt off. "What are you doing?" Renata frowned as she saw Bastian taking off his shirt. "What's the matter?" asked Bastian, casually removing the shirt from his body. He was now shirtless. Renata turned her face away, immediately looking back at the window.

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.