Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

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"

He didn’t slack either. He wore a black silk shirt, sleeves rolled slightly, with sleek tailored pants that clung just enough to showcase his broad build. The shirt’s top buttons were buttoned to little above his chest, revealing just a glimpse of his tattooed chest and the faint chain that always hung there. It was subtle but dangerously attractive. Together, we looked like we were stepping out of a movie scene. If there were cameras around, we would've been the headline, you know but I know he didn't want all of that.

Being in the shower is so relaxing; Jeremy always thought it sounded like rain and could escape the world along with its pressure. Jeremy got dressed in very nice dark denim jeans that hugged his thighs and calves as he slightly kept up his athletic form; it made his butt look so juicy. He wore a black compression t-shirt that clung onto his muscular torso and a black button-down dress shirt that was always pretty tight as his biceps were just big enough that every long sleeve seemed to look like it was going to burst by the seams. Jeremy fixed his hair a modern pompadour with somewhat shaved sides and combed his medium rugged beard. Once Jeremy was ready for the League meetings, he went to

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.