Drake Bell Shirtless Novels & Stories

Suddenly, everyone's attention was diverted to the entrance. It was him. Drake. The word 'Handsome' wasn't enough to describe how he looked tonight. If there was another word for me to describe him with, I would describe him. He was looking extra good. He is wearing ripped jeans and a white plain shirt with his white sneakers. Looking so fine. I didn't know when I started drooling over him. I couldn't stop looking at his face either. His tattoos and the multiple rings on his fingers stood out. He looked just like a Playboy but suit him well.

Drake was waiting. He stood on the threshold, backlit by the soft, controlled lighting of the house’s interior. He was still in his tuxedo, but the jacket was gone, the tie yanked loose, and his shirt was partially unbuttoned, exposing a sliver of that powerful, scarred chest. He looked less like a corporate titan and more like a captured beast. The moment the car door closed, muffling the sound, his eyes locked onto mine. There was no greeting. No small talk. Only raw, concentrated possession.

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?”

It was clear he wasn't interested in her, but she just wanted to give it her best shot, so she pretended not to notice the discomfort and soon they were sitting opposite each other. Drake was in a white long sleeve shirt and a suit trouser. He had pulled his jacket, since he got to his office. His hair style was different this time, as the ones at the center were gelled back, leaving his mesmerizing feature more obvious. Sarah has a short yellow sleeveless gown on. It was barely down to her knees and tightened around her body, bringing out her well sculpted shape. Her cleavage is out for display, looking smooth and milky white.

And that was that- "Morning," I gasped when Draven entered the room, shirtless, might I add, with only a grey sweat pants that hung way too loosely on his hips, revealing his v-line. "Sorry, you didn't respond when I knocked so I-anyways, can we talk?" I practically had to rip my eyes from his body and meet his intense gaze. "Talk about what?"

“Shh… No, of course not. I just want you to come with me and finish what we have started.” I whimper. “No. Please. Don’t do this to me, Drake. I can’t… Please.” “Don’t you remember?” I shake my head. “Then I’ll remind you of it. Now, I want you to take off your clothes and change into this.” He picks up some pieces of clothes folded from the sink. It turns out to be another attendant uniform. “Why?” “You look too bulky in that dress. It looks beautiful on you, but we don’t want any attention.”

Drake on the other side stopped and looked down at his chest, then mumbled softly, "baby do you not like me in this shirt or its the apron, I could take it o-" "no no no don't", Cynthia interrupted and rushed to stop him but her hands landed on his firm and hard chest. Drake looked down at her," you know I could just take the shirt off and let you see it live, " he stated and Cynthia shamelessly nodded then raised her head to look at him, "I know, but have you ever heard of the thrill in imagination? You could just let me enjoy that for now,.." she paused and rolled her eyes then slurred,

I tried on a grey embellished lace dress with set stones that had a straight neckline, an off shoulder bodice with short sleeves,Waist peplum detail and a fitted skirt but didn't like it at all. Drake gave me a pissed look after seeing the dress and dropped his eyes back to his phone. I know we he wouldn't like it either. The next on line was a black low V halter neckline gown. It had sleeveless bodice, fully open back, flow-length pleated satin skirt with side pocket.As usual Drake didn't like it. He didn't even look at me twice."It pretty but not that pretty. We will take it but try on more..." He stated arrogantly.It was already quarter past six and nothing seemed to pleased. I swear I a