The Draglen Brothers - DRAKEN (BK 1) by Solease Barner Page A

is everywhere on me. I really need a shower now. Walking to
my shower, I notice a piece of paper on my desk. It looks like a
picture; staring in amazement, I see a picture of beautiful purple
wings. They are so detailed and look so real. I sniff the paper for
some reason I can’t explain, and smell him on the paper. Holy
shit!! This dream is getting creepier. I head to the shower, and
get in as soon as the water heats up. I stand there forever, trying
to figure out why I smell like Draken, and better yet, why I can
remember that smell so well. I try to think of an explanation, only
to come up empty. Showken is trying to set me up with him. Draken
made it pretty clear that he didn’t want me to come onto his
property. I should never have agreed to come over this weekend.
This is why I said no men for a while. I’m not even with Draken,
and my thoughts are all about him. I’m going to cancel for this
weekend. I’m just going to continue to study. Draken may be sexy
and handsome, and have a great body, but he also is a very mean man
that I want nothing to do with. I will control my hormones,
although they are craving a man’s touch. Draken, no way will I seek
him out. I finish my shower, getting dressed, and stride to the
kitchen. I hear my parents, they’re home from a business
trip.
    “Hello, Mom, Dad. How was the trip?” I
say, grabbing a seat at the counter. Vikki, our cook, is making
breakfast. I like to cook, but when my parents are home, Vikki is
the cook if they’re eating.
    “Hello, Princess!” my Dad says, coming
to give me a kiss on the cheek. My father’s name is Don Lee Lamil,
after his great grandfather. I really hate when they use my real
name. I mean, really, who names their daughter Princess? I’m the
only girl among the grandchildren on my father’s side of the
family. That still doesn’t matter; I never go by the name Princess,
except around my parents.
    “Where is your brother?” my mother
asks. She is truly an awesome mom to have. She is so lovely to be
around. I hope one day to be as graceful as she is. My mother’s
name is Jaclyn. I love her name; it’s very fitting for her. My mom
is a beauty right out of a movie.
    “I don’t know; he might still be
asleep. We both went to Donna Marie’s house last night. She had a
few friends over,” I say, as my breakfast is placed in front of me.
Yum, French toast and fruit!
    “Did you and Duke have a good time?”
my dad asks, just as D comes rolling in from a night of partying.
Yes, my parents named us both names we hate. I always tell D,
though, his name is better than mine, there are many men named
Duke, but look at me, my name is Princess. That is what you call
your daughter, not name her. I’m thankful that they didn’t name me
what my grandfather wanted, because D and I are twins. He thought
my name should be Duchess, to match Duke.
    “Hey mom, hey dad. Vicki, can you just
get me some juice, no food for me this morning,” D says, squinting.
Clearly, my brother was out having a good time. I had a good time
too, even better in my dream. No, I’m not going to think about
that.
    “Duke, I’m glad to see you. No need to
ask how much fun you had last night,” my dad says,
smiling.
    “I’m going to take my juice back to my
room. I need sleep. Glad to see you, Mom and Dad. Oh, Cess, you
were the talk of the party, dancing with those guys,” D says,
chuckling as he walks away. He did that on purpose. My father
doesn’t want me dancing, speaking, or talking with a man he doesn’t
know. I hate being the girl sometimes.
    “What guys were you dancing with?” my
dad says, looking right at me with those grey eyes. Damn it! I just
eat, and try to ignore the question. My father’s affairs in the
business world are widespread, and his way of getting information
is by any means he can.
    “Oh, Don, leave her alone, you know
Princess is very smart. You can’t allow Duke to do whatever, and
try to restrain her,” my mom says, patting my arm