Patrick J Adams Shirtless Novels & Stories

The door opened faster than I expected. Adam stood there shirtless, one hand on the door, his dark hair slightly damp like he had just stepped out of the shower. His eyes moved over my face first, then down to the robe tied around my waist, then back to my eyes. He didn’t smile or speak. He just looked at me like he already knew I had been fighting myself all the way here. I crossed my arms and lifted my chin. “Don’t look at me like that.” His hand tightened on the door. “Like what?”

The vultures had been systematically starved out of the market. "You're thinking too loud again, corporate queen," Adrian’s deep voice vibrated through the quiet room. He stepped out of the adjacent dressing room, completely barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of loose black linen trousers. His massive, muscular torso was completely exposed, the faint light of the sunset catching the intricate network of old tactical scars across his ribs and shoulders—stars of a war he had successfully fought to secure the peace they now held.

MY BRIDE. ADAMS POV: Occasionally I stare at my watch,my chest heaves as I watch the clock. “When the fuck is this suppose to end” I blurted out “Soon Adam,wait a little longer”Noah spoke, obviously enjoying the show. Everything within me heats all over again, I was about to lose my shit. My jaw clenched,sharp enough to cut through leather.Now am mad,My eyes flick to the stage,my knuckles crackling.

With that insufferably perfect chest and those arms that look like they were designed specifically to make women forget their own names. Focus, Josephine. Because if I don’t control this story, someone else will. And their version won’t end with bad publicity—it’ll end with body bags. That’s when he emerges from his room. Still shirtless. Because apparently God has a sick sense of humor. Water droplets cling to his shoulders and slide down his chest like they’re taking the scenic route. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that hang so low they’re basically advertising what’s underneath. Every muscle seems designed for maximum temptation, and I’m suddenly very aware that my brain has completely aban

had driven parents all over the world mad! “What’s this?” suddenly huskily sounded behind me. I spun around and--- and for the love of---! Didn’t the man own any shirts?! Apparently not, because striding into the kitchen came a shirtless Prez, displaying all his sinfully goods and gorgeous tattoos. The howling wolf on his chest with his club’s name underneath it somehow drew my attention. It was freaking beautiful in a sensual, yet masculine way that I bet had all the girls swooning… “Cookies!” Cade happily exclaimed, proudly showing off her dough-mix fingers.

But she didn’t even realize he was shirtless until they entered the kitchen. That scene made her forget about what she was going to say in her defense. This was the last thing she was expecting to see, Adonis standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of skinny leg jeans and no shirt. He has an exquisite slender muscular physique. Adonis's body has very manly cuts with a nice long torso. He has really nice arms and shoulders. Adonis was standing at the counter with his back to Safira. Adonis's hair is still partially damp from the shower.

Things I couldn’t exactly find here. I guessed I’d just have to walk around braless, praying he doesn't notice. It was warm, so I chose a cream top—loose and long enough to reach my knees—and a pair of shorts that, surprisingly, fit perfectly. I walked out of the room, drawn by the faint sound of metal clinking against metal. Adrian stood by the kitchen counter, shirtless and really breathtaking. I could see some scars covered by tattoos, but I just shifted my focus to what he was doing instead.

Only to come face-to-face with Adam Kennedy. Except he wasn’t as put together as he was that morning. For one, like me, he was shirtless, but he’s stripped out of his undershirt, showcasing a fairly impressive set of abs. His skin was dotted with perspiration, and his chest was heaving. He was gripping the bathroom walls like he couldn’t stand. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something was terribly wrong. “Hey, dude, are you okay? What’s going on there?” I asked.

She would end up naked after a fight. Addison carelessly opened the door and screamed in annoyance. "Don't you have manners?" To her surprise, there was Adonis standing outside her suite, wearing a baby pink long-sleeve polo shirt, denim pantaloons and a black tic-tac shoe. And she can't blame her eyes adored the man in front of her. He screams maleness and masculinity. But his eyes telling different story. She could clearly see the anger in his eyes and amusement at the same time as he wandered his eyes over hers.