Novel & Cerita Lucas Black Shirtless

I stopped walking instantly. “You are standing where exactly right now?” “I am standing directly beside your bedroom window.” I gasped loudly and rushed toward the curtains. Then I pulled them aside without hesitation. The sight before me immediately stole my breath. Lukas stood beside his sleek black vehicle effortlessly. One hand rested casually inside his pocket. The other hand held his phone against his ear. For once, he was not wearing expensive business attire. Instead, he wore simple black shorts that reached his knees. A plain white hoodie rested comfortably against his broad frame. His dark hair looked slightly messy from the night breeze.

She looks flushed, and I've known Isabelle long enough to know she never blushes. “Who is it?” I ask, breaking the silence. “Hi Mrs King.” Lucas's annoying voice answers my question. Luca is usually in his army uniform, so I'm shocked to see him wearing a black T shirt and dark jeans. “Didn't take you for the type to have ink on.” I divert the conversation. He chuckles. “Oh this? Don't mind it.” He pushes away from my counter. His arm is curved in ink, some intricate design I can’t make out under the low light.

"Sorry Shana, I'm a little distracted." That earned a light giggle from me, and I grabbed his shirt, trying to lift it off him. It was only fair if both of us were evenly undressed. Once Lucas's t-shirt hit the floor, I felt my jaw drop as I stared at his chest. I'd seen Lucas shirtless countless times before at training or hockey practice, but for some reason, this was different. It was a more intimate setting because he was only showing me this side of himself. "My eyes are up here," Lucas said in a voice that imitated my own.

It was highly unlikely that he would, but the thought was amusing nonetheless. "I feel boring." Emma turned to the doorway, where Lucus had paused, tugging on the hem of his purple button-down. He wore a black shirt beneath it, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and there was a dark gray blazer folded over his left arm. His jeans were a dark denim, snug but not painted on, and there was only a small line of black around his eyes.

“But now, you can’t even form a sentence? Interesting.” Her jaw tightened at his smug tone, and her indignation flared despite the heat pooling in her stomach. “I’m perfectly capable of forming sentences,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re stripping in front of me like some—some male peacock showing off.” Lucas grinned. “Peacock? That’s a first.” He leaned back slightly, giving her a full view of his arrogant posture. “I took my shirt off because I tend to get hot during a certain…uh…strenuous activity.”

Olivia was in a sexy cover up thong swimsuit and her hair in cornrows which I helped her weave the previous night Well we are at the beach so "Yeah,why are you still wearing your clothes?"Lucas fired. Relax people I'm just ashamed of my body,exposing my body in front of strangers and classmates, I ain't used to it Who cares! I do "By the way,there's gist o,Lucas have you told her?"She looked toward Lucas and raised her brows,he shook his head in response. "What's the gist about?"I asked,looking downwards and loosing my belt off my dress.

It truly pulled at my heart how everyone was rallying around me, being there for me. Lukas looked absolutely mouth watering, I mean I’d seen him dressed up but not like this. He had a crisp white collared shirt and a black dress jacket with black pants. He was even wearing a black tie. He looked like the Men In Black and if we were alone I would totally ask him to beam me up. But now was hardly the time for those thoughts.

All the anger and need to assert control drained right out of me the moment I saw Lucian standing there, badminton racket in hand. He wore a white polo shirt and black shorts – an outfit I’d never seen him in before. The truth is, I’ve rarely seen Lucian outside of work, and when I have, it’s usually been at some formal event where he’s dressed to impress. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this casual. And I won’t lie, it suited him. He looked... different. Not the sharply dressed man in a tailored suit or the stiff, buttoned-up executive in slacks and a collared shirt. But even dressed down, he wasn’t any less intimidating. He still looked exactly like himself… rigid, composed, and completel

She blinked. Lucas was dressed so casually and that shouldn’t have drawn attention, yet somehow commanded every pair of eyes in the room. A plain black shirt tucked into dark slacks, sleeves rolled, wristwatch gleaming faintly under the white light. Even the models who didn’t know who he was seemed to feel it. A few people at the far end of the room scurried out, murmuring. Someone whispered his name. A foundation rep clutched his phone tighter like he wasn’t sure if this was an emergency or not. Val stood slowly, stunned.

Luke laughed cutely, munching on his popsicles. Tess flashed him a side eye and laughed. For a couple of days now he has been dressed as if a clown threw up on him, with bright contrasting colors but today he's clad in a black designer joggers set. She expected a switch in his personality as usual when he wears black. They arrived at the hospital and Tess strolled leisurely to Lucas's office. Luke excused himself to use the men's room and Tess instructed him not to wander away. He charmed her with his cuteness and ran off.