Drake Bell Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then the room shifted. Draken strolled in like he owned the damn place. No horns, no wings, no tail, just that infuriatingly handsome human form and a lazy smirk that screamed trouble. He wore black slacks and an open collared shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was built like a weapon.

Isn't that his voice. June's guess proved right when the door to her apartment suddenly opened and Drake stood before her. He wore a light gray V-neck T-shirt made of cashmere material that printed the shape of his chest and stomach muscles. He wore knee-length shorts of the same color. June had never seen Drake in casual clothes before. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?” asked June. "Through the window," he answered casually as he stepped closer. "I've locked all the windows," June replied.

“Put on a shirt!” Miguel arched a brow, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he caught the panic in Drake’s voice. His eyes glittered with amusement. “Why? You act like you’ve never seen a shirtless handsome guy before.” Drake immediately turned his back, flustered, with ears burning red. “That’s not the point,” he muttered, fiddling with the hem of his own sweater. He didn’t dare look again. His crush was shirtless before him, that was when he understood why his chest felt tight or why there was this sudden pull in his stomach

The bitter taste of rejection sat heavy on my tongue until a shadow blocked the light. Drake stepped into the foyer, looking unexpectedly sharp. He wore a slim-fit charcoal suit with a black silk shirt underneath, left unbuttoned at the collar to reveal a silver chain. His hair was slicked back, but a few rebellious strands fell over his forehead, giving him that "troubled heir" look that the cameras loved. "Hey," he said, stopping directly in front of me. "How do I look?" "Not bad," I said matter-of-factly. I forced my gaze away from Jake, desperately trying to focus on Drake. It was easier to look at the son than the father who was currently ignoring me. "What about me? How do I look?"

Emma attempted to look solemn as they were on their way to chanel's show the next morning. Drake was wearing a dark green suit, a white button up and a black tie. He dressed like he was attending a business meeting, and not like he was heading for a fashion show.But as for Emma, she wore a grey Chanel two piece. She looked sexier than ever, and Drake definitely felt the same way.

Two guards flank his left and right and as they pass, the servants instinctively bow their heads, their bodies lowering in deference. Drake stops in front of me and pulls off his dark blue shirt, revealing his muscled torso. “Put this on,” he says and I accept it with trembling hands, quickly slipping it on. It was traumatic to be forcefully stripped in front of the crowd and I have to wonder if my mind is playing tricks on me when I catch Drake’s eyes lingering on my breasts momentarily before he turns his attention back to the servants. I shake my head. Drake is not like that. My mind is not thinking straight.

"Damn how come I didn't realize earlier.My touch produces current?" Drax frowns, looking at his hands like he has never seen them before. "What nonsense are you upto?" I exclaimed in both confusion and annoyance. "I mean it has to be the case for you to react like that" He backs off, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket.A soft cream color shirt with half the buttons undone, leaving his chest and the abs for the show. Why bother wearing it when he can't even button his shirt? Roam around shirtless instead.

I uttered, but he glared at me like he's threatening me not to speak. "Shut up, wife and allow me to carry you until we reach our room. I wanted to do this because I didn't want my wife to feel tired." Drake uttered towards me and I didn't know how to react. I just heaved out a deep breath and allow him to carry me until we reach the room. Drake put me down too cautious and my heart pounded so fast inside my chest when he take off his shirt in front of me. His six-pack abs reveals in front of me and they seemed shimmering in my eyes.

The bottom of the dress fell mid-thigh with a short slit to the right of the bottom. As I slipped on strappy heels, Drake came out of the washroom looking stunning in a black suit, with a red tie contrasting the suit. He walked over to me, “Maybe we should stay in and just get room service again,” he suggests. Laughing as he wraps his arms around me grabbing my ass and pulling me close to feel his hard edges. “No way, you look too good not to show off tonight,” I say teasing him. “I am the one that will have to growl at all the men who will be checking out my mate,” he says.

Period. Drake walked into the men's locker room and tugged off his T-shirt and shorts before slipping out of his shoes, socks, and underwear. He wanted a cold shower, and then he would call Jake to check on Sicily. He needed to stay hands-off until she contacted him. She had seen him at his worst, anger and aggression being the main characteristics that she'd attacked back at the shop. He had fucked up royally, but it was her move. The ball was in her court.