Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

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

I tried to hold in my laughter as I looked up at him. “Well, I can’t help but laugh! Why couldn’t you at least wear some slacks?” I asked, still amused. His unusual eyes held no emotion as he stared at me. He finally removed his white button-down long sleeve, leaving him only in black boxer shorts. With this action, his tattoo on his biceps was once again exposed, perfectly complementing his muscular physique.

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'

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

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.

The gunshot memories from last night makes my breath heavy, and the sight of one fearless man fighting against a group of gangsters replays in my mind. What if he wasn't there to protect me? My chest heaves as fear engulf me all over again. But I'm safe now. He saved me once again. Patrick stands up, still dressed in his neat white suit with a black unbuttoned shirt, his hairy chest half-exposed in a senseless yet eye-catching design, and perhaps the twenty-years-old me would be enthralled to just jump on him and rip his shirt off. Not anymore.

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.