Drake Bell Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

She is feeling shy to face him like this. Drake smiled at her unasked wish. She wanted to erase the memory of that Prick from her mind and replace it with him. Drake removed his armor and left it on the ground. He slowly unbuttoned his cotton shirt before removing it and letting it slip onto the floor. He turned Nyra to face him. He looked at her hardened nipples and the blush on her cheeks. Nyra is not looking at his face. But she is looking at his bare muscular torso.

"I still need to play along for a little longer. His role in my plan isn't over yet, and I need him to push Chloe deeper into her madness. I'll see you guys later!" I practically sprinted out of the room, heading upstairs to my private quarters to shower and change. Ten minutes later, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, I pushed open the bathroom door—only to freeze dead in my tracks. Standing in the center of my bedroom was Drake. He had stripped off his dress shirt, revealing a broad, sculpted chest and lean muscle that looked lethal in the soft bedroom lighting. His dark eyes locked onto mine like a predator cornering its prey, and he began taking slow, deliberate steps toward

Turning the television off, I asked, "Don't you have anything to do, Drake? How about work? I don't want to be the reason why your company goes bankrupt. No one would be able to help you anymore, not even me because my mom was mad at me.” “Everything is already finished. I mean my work. And I could finish it later.” My forehead knotted when he settled beside me, leaving a couple of inches from me. “What are you planning, Drake?” He chuckled softly. “What are you talking about? I'm not planning anything, doll.” “Don't give me that shit. If you don't have any plans, why are you wearing nothing but your boxer shorts? Do you have plans to seduce me?” He chuckled in reply.

Drake snarled while mentioning each name. Drake was waiting for his mate to answer, but Noah was too afraid to say anything. ‘So he prefers other men instead of me?’ Drake snorted, ‘well… then I'm gonna change his mind.’ Drake took his black tank top off and exposed his ripped muscular body. “I’ll make you understand that you belong to me, Noah,” he said while unzipping his jeans, letting his huge-and-already-hard-shaft out, “and you’ll know that I'm the only one that you need…”

I grin, looking around the room, I lift my shirt and smile, my stomach was healed on the outside but I could feel myself still healing on the inside, Layla was still sleeping and I was raring to go. I grab some pack sweats and T-shirt and I start getting dressed, pulling on the shirt I grin at how baggy and comfortable it was. The door swings open and in rushes drake “You ok?” He asks grabbing my face and he slams his lips against mine, I grin kissing him back before he pulls away and he looks down at my outfit

Alessandro smiled widely. "It's good to see you awake, Boss." Drake said. "And I can see a certain someone has changed your whole appearance."Alessandro scanned Drake from head to toe as he wasn't wearing his casual clothes with leather jacket but formal shirt and pants. A blush crept on Drake's face. He scratched his nape to hide his nervousness making us all to laugh on his cuteness. "I'll change my clothes if it doesn't suit my job, Boss." He said looking a little embarrassed.

I grin, looking around the room, I lift my shirt and smile, my stomach was healed on the outside but I could feel myself still healing on the inside, Layla was still sleeping and I was raring to go. I grab some pack sweats and T-shirt and I start getting dressed, pulling on the shirt I grin at how baggy and comfortable it was. The door swings open and in rushes drake “You ok?” He asks grabbing my face and he slams his lips against mine, I grin kissing him back before he pulls away and he looks down at my outfit

Suddenly I see Tate’s car pull in behind us, blocking Drakes in. Drake looks up and smiles at him as Tate hops down. My eyes trailed over him. He only had a tank top on and camouflage pants. He also had tribal tattoos running up his arms and I could just see them across his chest where his tank top exposed his skin. He looked vastly different from when I last saw him, how both of them changed so much over a couple of years astounded me. Tate wastes no time rushing over, a huge grin on his face like all his Christmases came at once.

I was about to speak when the door slowly opened and Drake walked in. My mouth fell open in awe as he had completely changed from this morning. He had to step out to take care of some personal matters, but of course and as always he didn't elaborate. He left with his normal t-shirt and black jeans, but upon entrance he had totally transformed. Instead of his usual garbs, he wore a black long sleeved button down shirt with fancy black slacks to match. A black cape was draped around his neck and over his left shoulder, covering his arm. The cape had gold trim around it, with an etch of a dragon standing poised on the back. On his shirt where many colorful medals and pins. He was a very decorat

Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to end well. Drake appeared a moment later, stepping out of his room. He was dressed neatly in off-white slacks and a checkered button-down shirt, tucked in with a black belt. His dark hair was combed back, the effort making him look sharp and put together. Jessica couldn’t help but feel a pang of pride, even amid her unease. He always cleaned up well, and she hoped it might soften Harold’s mood. “Hey, Dad,” Drake greeted, his tone casual as he slipped his hands into his pockets. A polite smile tugged at his lips. “How was work?”