Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

He worked hard to calm his racing heart, which felt like it might leap out of his chest. Silence fell between them. Bonita’s eyes scanned Benjamin’s outfit—a neatly pressed short-sleeve formal shirt and jeans. Typically, Benjamin dressed casually at home in T-shirts and shorts or training pants. His current attire suggested he was planning to meet someone important or attend a prearranged event.

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.

Of course, I would be stunned, I’ve never seen anything like him. There was a magnificent tattoo of a bat hanging upside down on the side of his neck, surrounded by deadly snake-like vines. It looked mysterious with stars twinkling all around it and I could bet on Carmine’s tail that there were more under the grey Henley shirt he wore. All buttons of his shirt were loose, with sunglasses hanging at the end of the placket, and if his muscles filled up those long sleeves, he had to have some load in those sweatpants. ‘What did you say about my tail again?’

I watch him get in his closet to change, and I turn to Ansel with a smirk. “I feel so accomplished right now.” “Of course you do, you little psychopath.” “Don’t pretend you weren’t fighting for your life not to laugh, and that you didn’t hate that shirt, even a little.” He lifts his Hands in surrender. “Guilty as charged.” I’ve hated that shirt since I first saw him wear it when he and Ansel came to help me train by the riverside. I mean it’s a pretty nice shirt, but the obscene inscription makes me want to burn it every time I see it on him. What do you mean by “All the ladies…take them off for me”? I’d tolerate it if it ended at that and left people wondering what the meaning was, but no.

He placed her on the big bed and reached out to take off her drenched clothes. Patrick untied her clothes with his slender fingers. He took off her coat. Then he took off her shirt. Under the shirt... Patrick was puzzled. Did this woman usually wear so much? It was summer now. Patrick put his fingers on her long-sleeved undershirt. He was very confused. Who else would wear such a long-sleeved undershirt under layers of clothes in summer? However, he couldn't just let her wear wet clothes like this. Patrick quickened his movements and took off her wet clothes.

From the way his shirts hugged his form, there was nothing left to the imagination as to what lay underneath. I had seen Nate shirtless countless times back in high school too. He used to be the goalkeeper in our soccer team in Bellevue High and he sure had some toned abs that countless bitches ran their hands through. But no regrets there, he's mine now and he doesn't even remember their names.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

The two older alphas around her nod as they see another man approach and walk away, not giving us another look, like we're nothing. The sergeant with the horrible last name stands in awkward silence as she waits for the guy to approach. She's insecure when she's alone, which is good to note because I can take advantage of that at some point. I'm getting bored as we wait and the arms of the guys at my sides seem to produce even more sweat than my ass, but that's all forgotten when I get a glimpse of the heavenly man approaching us. Unlike everyone else, he's not in full uniform, he's shirtless and just wearing his pants, so I can get a good look at his abs and his big arms filled with tattoos

I breathed it off and dressed up in a black hose, wearing a short denim jean under. I matched it with a peach off shoulder top. Next, I wore a black hoodie to cover the outfit, since bright colors were forbidden. As I marched to school, I was passing near the gym when I saw Bane. He was naked at the top. Thus, this left me staring at me like a hungry she-wolf. He was lifting an exercise instrument which made his chest flex sexily. I bit my lips at the sight, watching how hot he looked by that