Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

Contrary to what I’d expected, his touch wasn’t cold—it was scorching, and it burned through my skin and muscles until I felt its warmth in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed hard. Stupid hormones. “What? We’re already late, and they’re closing soon.” “You can’t go out like that.” The tiniest hint of disapproval etched into the corners of his mouth. “Like what?” I asked, confused. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, nothing scandalous. Peter inclined his head toward my chest. I glanced down and let out a horrified yelp. Because my shirt? White. Wet. Transparent. Not even a little transparent, like you could kind of see my bra outline if you looked hard enough. This was full-on see-through. Red lace

"No paparazzi, no low-level street thugs. Just over-priced fabric and salespeople who are paid to look the other way, even if the boss walks in with a baseball bat." ​Lucien slid out of the car first, and I followed before he could offer his hand again, desperate to keep my heart rate under control. I checked my mind’s inventory quickly. ​[Inventory: 1x Aluminum Baseball Bat — Stored] I had already stored my baseball bat a long time back so even if Daniel is talking about me, I wish he wouldn't look in my direction and smirk with those lazy, droopy eyes. “By the way, Daniel,” I called out and he turned his head to me. “Do you always move around shirtless?” I asked and he grinned.

“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.

Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

“Mind if I cut in?” Liam and I stop sparring. “I´m just going to go take a break.” Liam moves to the side to drink water, as Patrick peels his shirt off. Yup, this isn´t distracting at all. These guys clearly hate wearing shirts. “Show me what you got, Laura.” “You asked for it.”

But knowing Baron, he is going to appear shirtless with a blunt in his mouth. I walked into his living room, expecting to see Merissa watching N*****x or something, but I saw it empty. Baron emerged from the hallways shirtless just like I presumed. "It won't hurt you to wear a shirt" I deadpanned, knowing full well that what I just said isn't going to make a difference. He grinned widely at me "Just admit it, you love seeing me shirtless" he sat down next to me and leaned forward "Don't worry, I won't rat you out"

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.

I almost choked aloud but thankfully no one heard me except Nate. "He has superman boxers?" That statement alone gave rise to a mental image of Adrian wearing superman boxers. I tried my best to get rid of the image that had anything to do with a nearly naked human being. Instead, I raised my eyebrows at Nate who suddenly seemed to be lost in his own world.

It’s like it’s all those months ago when I first met him and I’m dying to get him out of my system. Adam takes a seat beside me, and then reaches with his arm in front of me. For a second, I think he is going to touch me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches for a gym bag sitting on my other side of the couch and pulls it to his lap. I gradually regain my breath as he opens the bag and takes out a black t-shirt. He pulls it over his head and puts it on, and then rakes his fringe back with his fingers. The bathroom door opens, finally, and Ben steps out. He is only wearing a pair of jeans, his tattooed torso gloriously naked. My throat goes dry when our eyes meet. Not for long, though. His eye

Not so much. Batting my eyelashes at him, I ask "Dressed like what?" "Like... Fuck, you're practically naked, woman" "And how do you know I have nothing under this T-shirt?" "Because I can see your nipples poking through it." He grits out "Are you trying to test my men's patience? Cover yourself"