Janet Guzman Drake Novels & Stories

“I thought you should be more concerned about Drake right now. I didn’t expect you would have time to worry about your manager.” Truthfully, when she saw Cassandra’s name flash on her screen, she thought it was about last night’s chaos, perhaps about whether she had told Damian that Cassandra wasn’t the one who saved him in Santiago that year. But now, hearing her plea, Elena smiled. “I really want to help Drake,” Cassandra continued. “But didn’t you meet Damian last night? There’s nothing I can do now. Zaira has been with me since I joined the entertainment industry. She’s like family to me! She just had surgery, Elena. Please… she is still recovering.”

Drake thought about everything and said, “That’s good. I want to make sure this is taken care of the right way. Send Luca up there to take care of everything.” Drake could have sent Dillon, but he didn’t want anyone else to watch over Emily. She was in a tough spot, and Luca was a good backup for this mission. “Everything will be done the way you want, Alpha. Do you still need something else?” Dillon was a little confused as he looked at Drake. Usually, Drake wouldn’t call him at this time unless he had something fundamental to do. “No, I was just making sure.” Drake drank some water. Okay, he agreed that this wasn’t like him at all. He said it was the nightmare’s fault. He didn’t say anythi

Drake’s tone of voice contained a smile that appeared to be a mask of happiness; however, it seemed he was upset about something. “I’m not in a relationship. It was just a ruse to get Jake out of my hair,” I explained, and his eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn’t quite understand. “Yes, I see. By the way, Elena, the team wanted us to appear together at the Met gala,” Drake explained. “Of course, we’ll go together,” I said with a smile, and I could see relief spread across his face. Drake and I shoot the scene. Giving it the best shot made sure not to irritate Cindy, who was grumpy as usual. Janice and I drove to Dr. Rudolf’s clinic after the shoot to get the reports.

I don’t know why I harbor such deep resentment for her…maybe because she tried to hurt me before…but what surprised me was how much hatred Drake has for her. Early in my career, he made sure I entered every contest Jasmine was in and made me promise to win every time. “Sugar, congratulations again. Winning Face of New York is incredible,” Drake said, smiling warmly at me. “It’s all thanks to you, Sweetie,” I said, kissing his lips softly. “Mama, you’re super super incredicious!” Eva yelled, grinning wide. Drake and I laughed at her unique grammar. “Baby, there’s no word called ‘incredicious,’” I told her, smiling.