The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2) by Solease M Barner Page B

believe you got a hot shot billionaire chasing your ass. I mean not that you don’t deserve it. I’m so freaking happy for you. Is his house the shit?
    I laugh out loud reading Jazz’ text. She’s so crazy. She’s not going to like what I text back.
    Well, I’ve decided not to see him anymore, and before you go all crazy. I think it’s for the best. I’m not the woman he needs. He’s not for me. Soon he will get bored and I have to protect my heart but I will try and hook you up with Layern. The other two I don’t think so one is an asshole and the other is a bigger asshole.
    I wait for Jazz’ text to come. When I get another text coming through, I see it’s from Showken, shit. Jazz’ text dings.
    If you break up with him over some stupid shit like that then I’m going to choke you. Just have fun and if it ends it ends. Now which one is Layern?
    I type back fast.
    Showken just texted me. I will consider your suggestion and Layern is the really good dancer. Ttyl.
    I open Showken ’s text right away. I feel butterflies in my gut.
    Hello beautiful, I can’t stop thinking about last night or this morning. I want to see you again tonight, I can pick you and Bruiser up at 7:00 p.m. I got a long day at work. Please say yes, I have a surprise for you, sexy.
    Shit, I’m trying to get away, and he can’t stay away. Do I want to see him?
    Showken I think I should stay at home. I need some space to think ok.
    I walk over to my kitchen and open the fridge , just looking. I’m nervous about his response. I usually don’t care about people, especially a man’s response, but Showken is different. My cell dings.
    I’m in a meeting right now or I would be coming over. I’m not letting you go beautiful, now put on something nice I have a surprise for you. You don’t need space you only think you do. Don’t try to run, I’ll find you. 7:00 p.m. please be ready.
    I guess the decision is made. My mind is spinning as I stare at the text in shock. I can’t believe him. What is this surprise? It must be important because he’s even told me what to wear. I smile a little, feeling special that someone wants to surprise me. I will see him one last time, I hope. I text back:
    Fine, I’ll be ready at 7pm but don’t make this a habit. I do need space.
    I head towards the room to pick out a dress and my cell dings again.
    No space.
    I shake my head as I enter my room. He said Bruiser and me. Where are we going? I’m not the dress type of girl. I own three dresses, one black, one orange, and one flowered. I’m not liking my choices. I need to call for Jazz. She has plenty of dresses.
    After I speak with Jazz and she stops over with ten dresses to choose from, we both decide on this very light green, off the shoulder, knee length dress. She has brought her makeup and some shoes and a purse to match. We laugh and giggle about my night, and how he makes sure I can’t walk after sex. Around about 5:00 p.m. Jazz and Rachel leave and I prepare for this surprise. I have given Bruiser a bath earlier, so he is clean. As my bath is running, I can’t help but think of Showken. He’s made my bath water twice, and carried me to it. I shake my head. What man carries a woman to the tub after sex? I’ve only known losers all my life, even my father. I’ve never met a man like Showken. Shaking off the feeling, I continue to get ready for this date. I’m done at 6:50 p.m. An anxious feeling is in my gut. What if I don’t fit in? What if he changes his mind? My heart is beating fast, I should just not open the door. This is- there is a knock at my door. Walking to the door holding my breath, I open it.
    “Oh , you look fabulous, and that color on you makes naughty thoughts come to mind,” Showken says, placing his hands on my hips. He looks amazing with some black slacks on, white shirt, no tie, and his hair neatly pulled into a ponytail. He looks like a Greek god.
    “Thank you, you look nice, too, ” I say, blushing at his intense