Robby Keene Shirtless Novels & Stories

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

🍁🍁🍁 *Click* *Click* *Click* They were already in California for the brand launch. Infact, they were on the red carpet and were taking pictures together. Ron was wearing a velvet black colored, two piece suit, matching it with a pair of black shoes too. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the neck down to his chest, exposing a rock hard torso and a gold chain necklace. His dark hair curled perfectly on his head and he looked dashing as always.

He prioritizes his looks and health almost more than his businesses. I was a few steps away from the room, and I sighted Zayn riding the spinning exercise bike simultaneously, and beads of sweat were running down his body. He left the door open while exercising, unlike he usually did back then. He couldn't notice my presence as he was wearing headphones, which I'm certain were playing music. I couldn't take my gaze off him because he was shirtless with a short pant that exposed his muscular torso. I raised my gaze upwards, and words couldn't describe how charming his back is.

Today is the ceremony, and as I had promised him, I would be there. I watch him fixedly as he strode over. He has no shirt on, putting his toned six pack on display. His muscles are ripped, tempting me to run my hands down those muscular plane. Those khaki shorts he had on hang low. I tighten my thighs and Shawn coughs, I loosen them quickly, my face burning up as I try to stop from looking at my best friend in any other way than friendly. "Went for a run?" Shawn asked him when he's nearing.

“This is insane.” Greta leaned in too, eyes widening. “This is not a birthday outfit. This is a statement.” I crossed my arms, watching them both tear into the first box like children at Christmas. “Be gentle,” I warned. Lily ignored me completely. Inside was Ryan’s tuxedo. Sky blue. Perfectly tailored. Clean lines, soft fabric, little details stitched in a way that made it look expensive without trying too hard. Greta actually whistled. “That man doesn’t do things halfway, does he?”

Right before it closed, Adrian stepped in. "Gosh," I blinked hard, looking straight down. Just when I thought I'd succeeded in avoiding him today. He walked in, dressed up so fucking casual. His outfit was a full stylish look — tailored long pants that hugged his legs perfectly, a fitted black shirt unbuttoned at the top showing a hint of chest, and a luxurious black robe draped loosely over his shoulders like he had just rolled out of bed but still looked expensive. The robe swayed with his movement, the silk catching the light.

When she woke up the next morning, Dahlia felt much better and was hungry. She decided to take a shower and then headed downstairs for breakfast. Surprisingly, Silas wasn’t in his usual suit but was dressed casually in a T-shirt and sweatpants. He sat at the table, wearing reading glasses while holding a cup of coffee, and a newspaper in the other hand. As Dahlia stepped into the room, he looked up and placed the newspaper on the table, then pulled out a black card and slid it on the table.

he asked. I nodded, pulling out a T-shirt with ink blotched on it. The next package I opened had athletic pants. It’s not really my style. But as he pointed out, it was certainly better than wearing couch cushions from some club. Which, now that I thought about it, might have even been more questionable than I thought to begin with. If Theo and I had the privacy to be naked on those cushions, who else had done that before us? In a juicier manner. I shuddered.

Chris woke up with a start as his alarm blared to life. As he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find Anne sleeping beside him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He felt a jolt of panic as he realized that neither of them was wearing any clothes under the blanket, and their clothes were scattered all over the floor. Chris's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened the night before. He had been drinking, and Anne had been flirting with him...but he had no memory of them actually sleeping together.

His friends maybe. I frown as I realize how little I knew of him. I don’t even know his friends. “Star? You there?” I’m supposed to be drinking and laughing and having fun with my colleagues. But I’m too caught up in the moment, watching Neal watch me. For someone that claims to not know me, he sure can’t keep his eyes away. His friends are seated on either side of him, both dressed in smart, well tailored suits. He has ditched his suit jacket, revealing the white dress shirt has the first two buttons undone. I gulp at the slice of tanned, fair skin that peeks out invitingly; at the way his shirt barely hides the indentation of the huge muscles on his arm.