Novel & Cerita Lucas Black Shirtless

Jessica gulped seeing the light stubble on his chest; her eyes froze on his rippled muscles, he unrolled his sleeves a smirk tugging on his luscious lips amusement dancing behind his eyes at how Jessica’s cheeks were flushing , “Do you like the view?” his voice made her snap her eyes up meeting his dark gaze “I .. um… a.. I…” she stuttered “Words, Jessica” his tone was firm as he took off his shirt and tossed it on the ground showing how large and manly his torso was; he took a step forward , alarmed Jessica let out in a breath “I’m sorry; I was hoping I could use the bathroom alone” she managed to say clearly Lucas arched a brow

He couldn't help but admire his Luna's composure and courage. Bianca looked at him coldly, but she could not resist looking at each centimeter of skin offered to her sight. On the other hand, she swallowed her saliva loudly when she realized her position and raised her chin in defiance toward him. "I don't know what you're doing, but if you're going to play macho muscle man with me, it's not working." "I just want to get dressed, Love," Black immediately replied. As if to illustrate his point, he gently pushed Bianca aside and opened the dresser's top drawer to pull out a pair of black jogging pants.

"I didn’t mean…" "I know. I just... I don’t know what to think." Nico bit his lip. Then straightened. "I’m going to see Lucas." He took the elevator up the sleek modern apartment building, heartbeat louder than the music in his headphones. When Lucas opened the door, Nico froze. The man stood there shirtless, in nothing but black drawstring pants, his abs on full display. A towel was lazily slung over his shoulder, damp hair slicked back, that signature stoic stare on his face.

The dress was a long silver dress that glowed to the ground and was beautiful, it brought out my curves and my little baby bump was visible. It was like he was trying to show the world I was pregnant, which I didn't feel so comfortable letting everyone know just like that. I couldn't tell the man Motives, bit inkew whatever it was I wouldn't like. Just as I was admiring my reflection and lost in thought, Lucas himself appeared, his presence commanding attention as always. As he was dressed in a black sult and his shirt was left open showing his chest to the public which was covered in tattoos and gave him the Don vibes.

Lying on the bare sand was obviously a bad decision, and just as the horrific pictures of yesterday began to flash before my eyes, my savior walked in. Dressed in fitted black trousers and a blue shirt, which must have gotten rumpled somewhere along the way, Lucas walked in looking more disheveled than I was despite the fact that I was the one who slept halfway in the wild. His black hair shot out in different proportions like he had raked his hands repeatedly through them. His blue eyes were stormy, still electrifying but clearly disturbed.

I took off my robe letting it drop to the floor and prepared to dive in when suddenly Alex emerged from the water. I recoiled. I thought he was asleep! “What are you doing out here?” “I…I just wanted to take a walk. I couldn't sleep” Water streamed down his body as he walked out. He wore nothing but black briefs that outlined his thick shaft. I managed to look away. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face. “Couldn't sleep either. You should get in the pool. It helps” he said casually as if he wasn't standing there practically naked. “It's okay. I'm fine” I said a little too loudly.

She was about to open her mouth and ask if anyone was around, maybe a servant or something, when Luca emerged. He was wearing one of his signature black shirts and black sweatpants. He was already hot as it was, and the black color only added to his charm. Freya looked at him with wide eyes, and for a moment, she could not utter a single word. The moment Luca saw what she was wearing, his expression changed. He never knew that his black shirt would look this sexy on anyone, and especially not his little troublemaker. Looks like she was looking for trouble so early in the morning.

CORINNE We missed the rehearsal dinner last night, and honestly, I didn’t mind the trade-off. The four of us fell asleep tangled together on that massive bed and stayed unconscious through the entire evening until Lucas finally woke up complaining dramatically about starvation. Another thing I had not prepared myself for was the sight of a shirtless Lucian; sometime during our nap, he’d taken off his shirt and all those broad shoulders with tattoos on display, tapered muscles and messy hair were enough masculine energy to shorten my lifespan seconds after waking.

But one I need to get used to quickly. A few minutes later, my tea arrived and I took a small sip before I let out a sigh of relief as the hot liquid blessed my throat and my stomach. But the joy of hot tea is short-lived as Lucas walks—limps—into the dining room, wearing a black shirt and cream-colored trousers. The shirt sleeves were folded, intensifying the bulge of the muscles on his arms. He was busy on his phone, the wrist watch making him extra sexy this morning, and the white shoes accenting his dark get up. How charmingly modern. I almost slap myself across the face for not letting last night go...explicit, and instead throwing a tantrum inside Lucas' bathroom.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung