The Plot In You Shirt Romane & Geschichten

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'

The room buzzed with tension, a silent struggle between her desperate need for vindication and the fear of what she might uncover. Then, amidst the neatly hung shirts and folded trousers, she spotted it—a crumpled shirt tucked away behind the others. Holding her breath, she cautiously picked it up, feeling a rush of emotions flooding through her. This piece of clothing, once ordinary, now held the key to redeeming herself.

********************** Breanna's POV She found the only extra large shirt Jack owned, it was buried deep in his closet. Breanna had tried very hard to just find the shirt and get out of the room before she would get too emotional. Just as she was about to pull out the shirt, he called for her. "Breanna its for you!." 'For me?." She puffed out a breath. "I'm coming." She successfully yanked out the shirt, a giant grin on her lips. With hurried steps, she ran out the room in only her bra and boxer shorts. "Who is it?, I'm not exp…….."

She said as he nodded; Shayra fingers traced the tattoo on his chest; the tattoo he got after their wedding day; it was his wedding gift to her; he was so scared of injection yet he let the pain of needles priece his skin. “I still don’t know how you got that,” Shayra said as she got off the bed; pulling his t-shirt off her naked body. Yash watched her as she changed into a salwar suit; she obviously can’t roam in his t-shirt with no panties on. “wear your shirt Yash,” Shayra said as she threw his shirt at him. “We don’t need clothes in our room,” Yash reasoned as he threw the shirt on. Shayra brushed her hair as Yash came behind her and took the other comb, styling his hair with a little am

“I mean what are you going to do? Kill me like you did my family? I have nothing to lose anyway, at least I’ll die with my dignity intact.” “Take that shirt off.” “Did you not hear—” My words were cut off when he grabbed my shirt and tore it in one swift move. “When I say take the bloody damn shirt off you do exactly that. When I speak you fucking listen.” The seams of the shirt gave way with a sharp tear. Threads snapped and the buttons scattered across the floor. He grabbed the collar next, yanking it off with so much force it made the fabric bite into the skin at the back of my neck. I stood there, unable to respond as the cool air bit against my bare skin.

I can't help but wonder what has ignited such fury within him. My mate's actions once again leave me bewildered. Without a word, he begins to unbutton his dress shirt, the fabric parting under his skilled fingers. As I watch him, a knot of confusion forms in my stomach, noticing something peculiar. The shirt he's removing is the same one he wore yesterday. A wave of bewilderment washes over me. Does he own multiple identical shirts?

She marched at him, snatched the shirt from his hands & handed over the green shirt. He looked at her challengingly holding the green shirt. She too looked at him matching his same challenging gaze. He was totally enjoying this in his mind. He pushed the green shirt to her and picked up the other shirt from the closet to wear and started buttoning it up while walking out of the closet. Zoya gasped as he refused to wear her choice of shirt. She angrily marched behind him walking out of the closet and saw him adjusting his shirt. She went near to him angrily and stood in front of him. She held his shirt and started unbuttoning it. He looked at her adorably while she was doing it and instantly

She had been sleeping in it because it seemed to calm her down and helped her sleep through the night, with no nightmares. ‘What? No!?’ she brushes him off as she denies his claim. ‘I can leave my other shirt here if you want, so you can have a new one,’ he gives her the shirt he discarded on the floor, ‘I’ll trade you with the one you’re wearing,’ he said to be naughty. ‘No! Put your shirt back on. You pervert!’ she says as she tries to shove the shirt back to him, but she accidentally touches his bare chest.

"I was planning on making love to you. On this couch. Hard." My eyes narrow at him, and I cast my gaze over to the other side of the couch, where my shirt lay. If I wanted to grab it, I would have to lean over him. He follows my gaze, noticing how I wasn't acknowledging his comment, that admittedly sent a wave at my core. "Want this?" he questioned, holding the shirt up. I look at it, then down at my chest, which aside from my bra, showed too much skin. "Yes," I say through clenched teeth.

Shark didn’t chase me this time. He only looked at the shirt still in his hand, then lifted his head as I ran shirtless into the distance. “Seriously…” he called after me. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” He let the shirt drop to the ground, then calmly reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small gun, raised it slowly, and aimed at my running figure in the distance. Before I could even process what was happening, I suddenly felt a sharp sting on my neck.