Novel & Cerita Patrick Bateman Shirtless

I turned to offer him the water to find his shirt off and his tan chest on display for the world to see. In any other scenario, even the most devout of lesbians would have swooned-or at least stopped to admire the attraction-but the funk radiating off his clothes took precedence over his beauty. He took the hose and began to spray the chunks off his T-shirt and then held it out for me to hold. I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts and then slid them off, laying them flat on the ground. I wasn't sure if West, Collier, or Brutus stood next to my house in nothing but his boxers, and I didn't want to find out if there was a personality I hadn't met.

"Come on in," she said, backing up into the house. As Peter stepped forward to shake my hand, I sensed Erika behind me take her turn to pause. Peter was wearing loose, knee-length gray cargo shorts, but the pause had to be for the shirt. It was a white cotton, button-down, short-sleeved camp shirt that looked about a size too small. At least the arms and shoulders were too small. It was unbuttoned halfway down, giving a broad view of a waxed smooth chest. 'Jesus, he waxes his chest?' I thought with a sudden competitive twang.

“Sophia Turner! Get out here!” A man came down the stairs from the second floor. He was wearing my silk pajamas. My slippers. A baseball bat rested in one hand. Only two buttons on the pajama shirt were fastened, exposing a large, ugly tattoo across his chest. He was broad-shouldered, thickset, with a scar at the corner of his mouth. Victor Zimmerman. The man from the photo. “What are you yelling for?” He scratched at one ear, smirking as he spun the bat in his hand. “It’s early. Quit making a scene.”

"What!" I said frighteningly as I step backward. "Take off your damn clothes Nala and quit making things hard for yourself," the alpha told me as I saw him quickly take off his shirt. Allowing me to see his hard muscular chest and his six-pack. My heart begins to race within my chest and my two feet begin to tremble. "What are you doing Mr. Bate?' I said frighteningly as I turn my head aside, feeling very uncomfortable about seeing his bare hard chest before me.

I'm not a virgin but being a slut for Patt isn't my thing? Patt hates blondes and he never uses me since I'm his soldier to begin with. "And you have seen a lot of naked girls? So that's why you're comfortable?" I asked as I unbuttoned my shirt back facing him "Quite a lot" Manwhore "Quick.. we don't have time!" He hissed as he walked to the window again. I opened my shirt and dropped it on the floor. I unzipped my jeans and left only in my underwear. I took out my bra's strap since the dress is strapless.

she called out, her voice echoing loudly, but he remained calm and unmoved, unaffected by her loud words. She moved closer to him, furrowing her brows as she tried to remember any past interactions. As her gaze settled on him, she noticed his rugged charm and disheveled hair. He was donning black pants and a white shirt, and she couldn’t help but notice the bloodstains on his shirt, likely a souvenir from his time at Billy’s place. With three buttons undone, the tattoos on his chest peeked out, adding an air of intrigue. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and Janet noticed the ink on his wrist, which stretched upward and vanished behind his shirt as he raised his hands in surren

Ben straightened up and looked at the still surprised Shane, he needed to remind him that time was not on their side “Shane it is now or never, just man up, okay. Pull up your sleeves in fact take off that stupid shirt off. So that you can remain with a vest .I want you to show them, this beautiful abs you always showcase to those prostitute. I think today they have found a better use.” He finished saying and then ruffled his hair playfully not worried the death stare Shane was giving him.

I’m excited to see what surprise Ethan has in store for me. “Done!” I call out as I leave the bathroom in my robe to check if Ethan is done with his bath as well. But what I see is beyond all expectations. Ethan Reed, wearing nothing but black dress pants. His back was to me but it certainly is enough to tempt anyone. The muscles of his broad back flex as he puts on a shirt to match. “Keira! Here! Have a seat on the bed, please,” he says and turns without buttoning his shirt, giving me a full display of his toned abs and chest.

I thought to myself, trying to hide the laughter that was trying to show on my face. Ben, on the other hand, was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, although he had a gown on top of them to distinguish him from humans. He was so smart and handsome. His chiseled chest, broad shoulders, toned muscles, six packs, and an attractive, charming face made him the heartthrob of millions of girls in the human world. They just freaked out for him.