Novel & Cerita Tim Drake And Bernard

Emir Drake was already taking a seat in the table at the corner, a hidden unnoticeable place from the passing through guests. It was an exclusive café with limited guests as having membership. The café wasn’t crowd but not confined and they had more private space for each table. The light was romantically dimmed setting from some crystal lamps. Bernard didn’t have to seek for him as it seemed that the man had already known him. He called him to tell which table he was. “Don’t ask me how do I know you, Bernard Austin.” The man signed him to take a seat in the front of him.

Drake was out of the Pack, studying. I was already mated to Vanessa, and Trent was already a toddler when Dr. Drake returned and became the Pack's Doctor. So there's little to no chance that he knows Anastasia. He doesn't seem like he's curious either. He's keeping it professional. “She also has mild signs of fatigue. But that's all.” I nodded, unsure of what to say. I glanced at him and noticed how conflicted he was. Clearly, that wasn't all. He was struggling to say more.

"Try to understand me. You're also a man. I'm not saying I won't follow your orders. I only desire to serve a female client." Mr. Drake had laughed evilly at my words. He had laughed until tears had started plummeting from his eyes. "What's so funny? Why is he laughing like this? Did I say something wrong?" "I knew it. You're such a greedy man. Do you want a female client?" he had asked. "A female client to fuck? I am sorry to disappoint you. No female desires an old man like you. Terry wants you, he wants you to be his girlfriend. You're bound to him forever. And don't ever request this nonsense again or else," he had warned.

The timeline was wrong. Just recently, Drake had attended public events and conferences, yet Bob had already been bedridden and near death. How could that be? Bradley said, lowering his voice, “From what I know, Drake is always accompanied by two people. One of them—if needed—can become Drake. He’s skilled in disguise. He uses some special material to create artificial skin, and with makeup, he can completely transform into someone else. He can even change his voice.” So that was the truth.

she whispered, but she wanted to scream to the whole world. "I have one more thing" Drake announced when they sat down again, side by side, somewhat panting. "Count, count, count!" "Ben Clark, that guy who was at our table yesterday, introduced me to some people after you came up. They asked me to audition for an HBO miniseries. I thought it was a rhetorical invitation, just an offer to appear nice But they sent me an email, and it's very serious." Drake felt overwhelmed with emotion. He couldn't remember the last time his life had gone so well. Just like his wife, he had the past like a heavy cross to bear.

"Mr. Sumner, they've been outside since 5:00 a.m. and have now suddenly left. I'm not sure if they've given up or if something else is going on." Damon's expression remained indifferent. "Whatever their reason, it has nothing to do with us. Don't bring this up to me again in the future. You can leave now." "Yes, sir," Spencer replied. … After contacting Drake, the group waited in a private room at a restaurant. Two hours later, Drake finally arrived. As soon as he entered, Jerry Walker from Excellence stood up hurriedly. "Mr. Mummery, you're finally here. We've been waiting a long time."

Her makeup was minimal, her skin pale, and she wore a pair of oversized sunglasses that she removed as Sarah opened the door. She gave Sarah a friendly, efficient smile and stepped inside. “You must be Sarah Rosewood.” She held out her hand. “My name is Bernice Cyph, and I’m Drake ’s assistant. He asked me to come by and see if I could help out today.” Sarah shook her hand enthusiastically. “Hi there. Yes. I’m Drake’s girlfriend.” The look on Bernice’s face remained professional. Her smile could have been painted on. “Well, Drake told me to come by with some clothes so you could go shopping today. It seems he didn’t give you time to pack?”

Jane asked, rolling her eyes at the last part. Communicating with these guys wasn't hard, he realized that they were fun to be with. "Nope. I went to check up on someone. "Bert replied and she nodded. "Alright then, I will go back to my room to do something...less boring." She stood up and left quickly. Drake stared at her retreating steps with a dangerous aura that made Bert confused. Wasn't he just smiling now? Why the change of expression? "Drake..." "Excuse me, I need to check up on my patient." He stood up and dashed towards the staircase. Bert placed his hands on his hips like a troubled woman.

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.

She needs to know how to cooperate with us but that doesn't mean I would change. I walked up to get dressed. Hours later, I heard the doorbell and rushed to open it. The men flew in. Alonso walked to me and gave me a handshake. I looked around and couldn't see Bernard. "Where is Bernard?" I asked. "Switched places with Drake," I nodded looking at Drake. Drake really wanted to fit in, but will he stand the final test? "At night, get a lady into Drake's room," I said and Alonso nodded as he understood.