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I shivered in fear as I feared what was happening. Why was he telling Noah to take off his shirt? What was underneath it? I hadn't seen Noah shirtless before, but I had seen him sleeveless and there was nothing there except for his normal tattoos. "Fuck off Drew!" Noah said through clenched teeth. "I don't belong to anyone" Even from here I could hear the dear in Noah's voice as his voice shook slightly. The guys around him laughed. "Take off the shirt, Noah. You seem to have forgotten. Or rather let the guys help you remember" Drew said, acting cocky as he smirked at Noah who looked uncomfortable.

Another night, he came back from the gym shirtless, and she almost tripped over Monty. But they never said anything. They were just playing a role. Pretending. Right?

So I wasn't into that game! "Whoever the spotlight lands on will get to experience a unique body shot! And the more exciting thing is that the five famous businessmen are here to join us! So girls just sit there and relax; you might be the lucky one! I know you're excited! So what are you waiting for?" The crowd's cheers were deafening, especially when one by one, shirtless men went to the dance floor, only wearing boxers. Oh god, why were they like that? I could barely see the dance floor because of the crowd, but I could see the five men's athleticism.

"I will no' cringe behind my female and take off her tae guard me." "It doesn't see like you've got much of a choice, enormous fellow." She may see them all presently: Six guys, all littler than Brock, but no less deadly. They were dressed in human dress, pants or other casual pants, boots and long- sleeved, fitted tees. But their indented eyes, lean, skittish bodies, and shaved, inked heads finished the likeness there. They looked like they all endured from a serious case of meth compulsion and hadn’t had their settle in a long time. Which, she gathered, was kinda true.

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

Grace was waiting. “How did it go?” she asked. I sat down. “It was only Lazaro there.” She frowned. “Only him?” “Yes,” I said. “And he was shirtless.” Grace gasped. “What?” “Yes,” I said. “I told him to wear a shirt. He acted like he didn’t see anything wrong.” Grace shook her head. “This smells like trouble.” “I agree,” I said. “I’ll keep my eyes open.” She nodded. “Good. I’ll do the same.”

Regular clothes were very restrictive. A real fighter either wore loose clothing or shorts and a tank top, or perhaps even shirtless. This made it easier for them to attack. Alexander's temples, muscles, and dressing… Without a doubt, Walter was sure that Alexander was just pretending to be cool. He was surely not as great as he thought he was. After assessing the situation, Walter was relieved. He turned to chuckle at Frank. "Don't worry, Mister Harley. This guy is no threat at all. I can kill him in just one move!"

But still, I wanted to get my friends here. "Dude. I am going to borrow my girlfriend for a while." I heard Grey's voice from behind me. I turned around to face a shirtless Grey standing with his hands in his pockets. And I was wondering what he was doing shirtless in the middle of a corridor! "Sure, but don't give her a hard time." Kyle teased and left, not before winking at me playfully. Grey and I watched as Kyle left while whistling to himself. I frowned at Grey as soon as he turned to me. I wanted answers. Why was he shirtless??

Chelsea added, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “let it be known—I’m doing this against my better judgment and under extreme protest. This? This humiliation? Was earned.” Tyler muttered something about cruel and unusual punishment. Chelsea gave a dramatic sigh and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the guys were no longer tragically dressed like they lost a game of magical strip poker in the ‘80s. Their usual attire—jeans, combat boots, dark tees, and the occasional leather jacket—returned in a shimmer of golden light. Except. For. The. Fanny packs. “Oh, hell no,” Jax said, tugging at the glittering pink nightmare still attached to his waist.

Then I remembered what he looked like. His striking figure stood tall and confident, his presence commanding attention despite the simplicity of his attire. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form-fitting, charcoal-gray shorts, his physique was on full display, showcasing a body sculpted through dedicated physical conditioning and an unwavering commitment to fitness.