I've Got My Eyes On You Drake の小説・ストーリー

“What else do I have to know, Drake? I am so tired of all of this. Just let me be happy, please…” “My eyes. There’s something I didn’t tell you before,” he starts. “They were my mother’s.” I frown. “They were?” What does he mean? “When she died, Dad gave me her eyes. I have a chronic eye disease. I cannot see with my left eye now, Laynie.” He touches the middle of his left eye and takes something from his eye. “See?” He shows me a piece of contact lens between his fingers then shows me his left eye. The color is different. It’s all white instead of light green. The contact lenses are only there to conceal his imperfection.

Drake started playing the strings of forever and always by Taylor Swift and he sang along: "Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye And we caught onto something I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me (Drake glanced at Anna and she blushed) Were you just kidding? 'Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down We almost never speak I don't feel welcome anymore Baby what happened? Please tell me 'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door Anna nods to the song and joined him in singing: And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called

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.

Her smile was controlled. She looked every bit like the perfect wife. Until her eyes landed on me. The smile faltered. Just for a second. Then it returned. Drake stood beside her in a black tuxedo, looking composed, powerful, infuriatingly handsome. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I didn’t look away. Let them see. Let them wonder. Let them talk. I walked further into the room, feeling eyes on my back, whispers rising and falling like waves. This was not going to be a quiet night.

"Mom." Drake froze.

"Find me if you can, I'm very close to you all you have to do is just look up and think about me " "Keep searching me, if you find me within ten days I'm yours or else bua has seen a handsome hunk with rich background having Villa and cars and above all too sexy to just look at with lickable abs and body me already drooling, so if you feel any competition do find me otherwise what we had was special but after seeing him u lala , he's ready to kill with his looks and those hazel eyes. " "Darling, hope you think about it. Goodnight". Navi said all without listening to him or rather without giving him a chance to speak. Now she had a smirk .

"Cali Olwen, sir." He kept looking at me and I thought for a second that he wasn't blinking. But I didn't want him to because the more I looked at his eyes, the more drawn to him I felt. "Cali." He pronounced my name and suddenly I only wanted to hear it from him. "You don't have to call me sir, you and I know each other even if your mind is denying it. I couldn't get your eyes out of my mind. I haven't slept because of you, everytime I closed my eyes I saw you." "Me too." I said before I could stop myself.

"It's great to know someone like you." Another band is setting up their equipment. And then they started playing. As Ethan took a sip of his cola, his eyes shifted to the man who was setting up the drums. "Hot, isn't he?" Chrystyn said while having this eye that tells you I-know-you-think-he's-hot. "No. But he seems familiar." "Hm?" then she shifted her gaze towards that man. "Haven't seen him." "Yeah, maybe I'm wrong too." Then they just sat there waiting for the band to play a song. And they did.

“Make sure Wesley and Nina are well ‘taken care of.’ Also, keep the media’s focus on Nina. Dig up all her past scandals and keep the heat on her.” Meanwhile, Tara was still on her flight. She loved sleeping on long trips, whether by car or plane. After admiring the sea of clouds outside the window, she dozed off. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, still groggy. Something dangled in front of her face, gently swaying. Blinking a few times, her vision focused on the object: her watch. Startled, she snapped to full alertness. Following the hand holding the watch, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, sapphire-blue irises.

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,