Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

An airplane. No way, no fucking way. This can't be. Then he showed his face to me. Paxton was cladded in a blue, jean trouser and a plain white T-shirt. The sleeves were rolled up. He had on that "I don't give two fucks" look. He kept staring at me but not my face. He was staring at my body. I lowered my face to check if I had dirt on my body just to see that my clothes had been changed.

she replied. "What? Come on, I need you help." he pleaded. "Nope." "Jennifer, just climb up..." he started. "I'm not wearing underwear." She blurted out. "..." Patrick's mouth hung open. "It's hot. So I'm not wearing anything. Just the shirt." She held the hem down and out, then shrugged her shoulders as if to apologize for the outfit.

Brеndа is busy tucking George in the bed and rеаdіng ѕtоrіеѕ, ѕо there’d bе no harm dоnе, but instead, I make ѕurе I bеnd right over as I ѕtаrt lоаdіng the washable роtѕ іntо the bасk оf thе machine. Turnіng, I see thаt hе’ѕ changed іntо a раіr оf low-slung workout pants аnd a t-shirt. Hіѕ аrmѕ аrе cut, thе muѕсlеѕ tоtаllу dеfіnеd. His shoulders are wіdе, аnd I ѕее the ѕkіn асrоѕѕ thе top of hіѕ сhеѕt іѕ marked with a tаttоо thаt rеаdѕ Hеll оn Eаrth.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.

My eyes opened all the way. He was wearing nothing but black boxers, his hair slightly damp, a small towel in one hand, and apparently five years had failed to teach the man that shirts were an invention also available for domestic use. I stared at his bare chest. “You don’t own pajamas?” “I do.” “Then?” “I don’t like them.” Right. I’d almost forgotten. Sebastian used to walk around shirtless everywhere the second the front door closed. In the bedroom, in the kitchen at midnight, on the couch while reading emails, even once on the balcony in December because apparently hypothermia also answered to the Romano Empire.

“Miss Lichter?” Beatrice almost jumped when she heard a deep voice. She immediately looked behind her only to see a man standing near the canvass wearing nothing at all. Beatrice shouted and turned her back again. She couldn’t have a chance to see his face because she panicked seeing his body. “What are you doing, you pervert?! Where are your clothes?!” she said, panicking. It was the first time seeing a man without any clothes. Was he out of his mind?! He was expecting her but he went out without any clothes?! Beatrice tried to calm down herself and closed her eyes. But the first thing she saw was the long and big thing hanging on his center. She heard him laugh and just added more of her a

BELLATRIX.... I swallow hard, my gaze dropping down to his physique, mouth agape. I didn't realize he was hiding that masterpiece under his white shirt! Shirtless, he looks so different from usual; his muscles are lean and toned like supermodels, and his eight-pack abs are half covered in tattoos. At that moment, his image is no less than that of a rough gangster! "Like the view?" I gasp at his playful voice. Immediately pursing my lips tight, I look away, blinking before gulping hard. "I... uh—G-good morning," I stutter slightly.