Marilyn Carrington has been hurt by everyone who has ever claimed to love her. Now, she only trusts herself and her .45 caliber pistol. When the sexiest man she has ever seen walks into the bar where she works, she stays clear of him, ignoring his advances, but when he takes the hint and leaves her alone, she finds herself missing him. Marilyn finds she doesn’t care about the danger she senses around him; she wants to know the feeling of love again. Marilyn’s only problem now is whether Showken is really ready for her.
Showken Draglen is known for being a playboy. Loving his freedom, he has never committed to a woman, and doesn’t ever plan to. But when he sees Marilyn, he will do whatever it takes to have her. Unused to rejection, he becomes even more determined to win her. But deep down Showken knows that when she finds out what he truly is, she will run, leaving him with the only option he knows, using his power.
"Uhh, no. It's just me," I say, really not wanting to talk about myself. "Do you have brothers or sisters?" I ask, giving him the same question to see how he likes the hot seat.
"Yes, there are ten of us altogether, nine boys and one girl," Showken says, with a smirk. I wonder what that is about.
"Wow, your mother must really like kids. I couldn't imagine having that many kids," I say, taking out the butter and brown sugar for the sweet potatoes. I can't wait to eat.
"Well, we have big families, and it's kind of a tradition. Anything under seven is unheard of. How many kids do you want?"
I look up at him as if he's confessed a murder.
"I will never have kids, ever," I say, turning away from him and feeling tears building up in my eyes. I feel him standing behind me and I can't move or speak. I turn and he pulls me into his arms, and the tears are pouring down. I'm a product of bad blood; I won't take the risk of bringing a child into this world, knowing where it comes from. I wipe my tears and turn to finish dinner. We don't speak again until I'm pulling the cupcakes out of the fridge.
"Showken, do you want a cupcake or two," I say, as he has eaten everything already. After I fixed my plate and told him to eat as much as he wanted, he finished the other three stuffed chicken breasts and all of the potatoes. I couldn't get upset, because he ate in silence and seemed to enjoy every bite.
"Yes, I'll have one," he says, moving to the sofa in front of the television. I see Bruiser is stuffed as he lies on his side, watching. I walk over and hand him a double chocolate cupcake; he sets it down on the table in front of him. I glance over and look at his chest, again. He has the best body ever.
"Showken, you don't like chocolate?" I ask peeling down my cupcake paper. I take a bite, and see him watching me, licking his lips.
"Yes, I love chocolate, but I'll wait to eat mine. You enjoy," he says, and his eyes roam my body. I can't eat with him watching me like this. I take one more bite, and set it down. I stand and his hand touches my knee, oh, my body is way too responsive to him. I look up and he is smiling.
"Wait, I want to eat my dessert now." He gives a wicked smile, and I think my eyes will come out of my head. I've never had a guy so smooth. "Don't I get to eat my dessert, Marilyn?" he asks, but I'm not sure why he's asking. I know he's speaking of something else. I'm 27 years old and I know when I see a horny man.
Solease M Barner has used writing as an outlet since grade school. While at the University of Michigan she was forced to take literary classes and her love for writing increased even more.
Solease graduated from the University of Michigan with a Bachelors in Sociology. She then went on to graduate from Kaplan University with a Master’s in Criminal Justice.
During her time in higher education she continued to write with a deeper passion for writing. Her career passion is Criminal Justice, but her first love is writing poetry and short stories. This love lead her to write her first novel ‘The Sleeper’, the first book in the Secrets of the Ghosts trilogy.
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