The Draglen Brothers - DRAKEN (BK 1)

by Solease Barner

  “Hello, Mr. Draglen, what can I do for you?” Timothy says, nervously. He has been with the company for 10 years, never questioning our age or any of the things he has seen.

  “I will be at the office tomorrow morning, please have everyone’s files on my desk.”

  “Yes sir, I will make sure they’re there waiting for you,” Timothy says. I can hear his breathing becoming faster.

  “I’m not pleased with the numbers from the last six months. I think some people will be leaving, Timothy. I hope you’re not one, since I think you work really hard, but we are losing money in our investments, and that means we should invest in other places. Someone dropped the ball, and someone will pay.”

  “I understand, Mr. Draglen.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hang up before he can say goodbye. I don’t plan on firing Timothy, but frightening him is always a joy. I don’t ever want him comfortable. When humans get comfortable, they become lazy, and if that happened, he could say things about me and my brothers that could be damaging. I would have to kill Timothy, so frightening him works; I will always do it. Sleep is what I need now, and what I will have. I close my eyes, remembering Cess and the sweetness of the lovely gift she gave me, letting out all that sweet juice for me, what a great drink to have. I will handle business, and then I will see if she is willing to be a Giver.

  ***

  When we walk into our office the next morning, my brothers and I are acknowledged with smiles all around. I have no time for this. Of course, I notice all these human women smiling and blushing, and I can even smell them getting wet. My brothers and I do have an effect on women. The question is, would they feel the same if they saw our other aspect? We walk to my office. Timothy is waiting for me with stacks of files. I look out of the window. Turning, I see the three stacks on the desk. “Which stack relates to finances?” I ask, darkly.

  “Umm, it’s the last stack, umm Mr. Draglen.”

  “How many are there?” I ask, knowing the answer already. There are 85 people in total who work in finance department.

  “It’s 85 people, sir,” Timothy says, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead. Timothy is an average guy, who, if he didn’t suspect we were more than human, would not be this loyal. I’m sure he stays because of the pay, and the threat of not knowing who I truly am.

  “Fire the first 50 files in this pile,” I say, looking at him. With no hesitation he moves, counts 50 and places them on a chair.

  “I will not deal with incompetence, Timothy; you go handle those files now, and have them off the property in one hour,” I say. I don’t have to say I’m done, he knows me well enough just to go do it. I like Timothy as a manager. I would never get rid of him, and if he were in my land I would give him the title of Leka, this would make him pretty high in my land. His loyalty would be rewarded, but this is not my land, and the only thing I can ensure is his job and safety. He’s watched, so nothing happens to him. I don’t want him being in car accidents, or anything that could interrupt his work.

  “Yes sir, I will make sure it’s done within the hour,” he says, leaving.

  “Oh, make sure to alert Cindy that I’m back and need her in my office.”

  “Yes, sir.” He is gone. I turn my attention to the numbers of Out of World Enterprises. Our company is slipping in gross by 2.3%, and that’s unacceptable. My father says anything over 2 % and you can be in danger. There are always companies coming up. We must stay ahead to ensure our place. I smell her coming before she knocks.

  “Come in,” I say. Cindy walks in, carrying a glass of wine from our cellar and smiling hugely. She has a crush on me, and never tries to hide it. She is always wet when she’s around me. It’s very distracting to smell arousal all day long, so I usually send her to Showken or Gemi.

  “Hello Mr. Draglen, it’s so good to have you back in town. The company is never the same when you’re not here. I’m at your disposal!” Cindy says, smiling. I really thought she would lose interest, yet every time I have come to town for the last four years, she has still wanted me to take her to bed. It’s never going to happen. Cindy is an attractive woman. She is medium height with short blonde hair, and has an okay body. I just don’t like women chasing me. I’m naturally a predator and I like prey, not another predator, and she is hunting me. Other reasons are, I don’t do humans, and for two, she has an addictive personality. No one should be addicted to me. I’m not your average guy. I take a sip of the wine, looking at her.

  “Cindy, listen, first please stop giving me the, “I want to screw you” eye, and second, I need a report on how to get numbers up in the next three months. Do you think you can handle all of what I just said?” I say, hoping she gets it. I don’t want to fire Cindy, but I will have her walked out of my building if she continues her flirting.

  “Yes, I totally understand, Mr. Draglen. I will get right on that report. I look forward to having you around also, sir; it’s always a pleasure to be in such good company.”

  “Cindy, one day you will be escorted out for harassing the boss.” I say, glaring. It does nothing but make her more intrigued with me. I really need to have her evaluated for mental problems. I think sometimes she could be aware of the danger with me and like it.

  “I will get you the report ASAP, sir.” Cindy says, leaving, as she now understands my tolerance for her today is extremely low. This is going to be a long 6 months. Maybe Cess will help, being a Giver.

  CESS

  Whoa! What the hell kind of dream was that? All of that talking with Showken about being with Draken has got to me. I can’t believe my dream. I need a shower. What the hell is that sticky feeling between my legs? As I’m opening my legs to feel, I smell him all over me. Ohh, how much did I drink last night? I’m pretty sure I didn’t bring Draken to my house, yet his scent 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 toas
t 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 as if she can stop my father’s interrogations. Never.

  “Princess, what guys?” he asks again.

  “I’m glad you are dating again,” Mom says gleefully. “That Travis boy broke your heart, and I always thought you were too good for him anyway. I think you should date Marlon. He comes from a fabulous family, and he’s very handsome, your kids will be adorable.” She is so into making sure I get married to a “well-to do” guy, and making sure he looks good, so her grandchildren will look fabulous. I love her, but sometimes she can be shallow. Wait, she only wants the best for me. I shouldn’t be mean, she’s not doing twenty questions with me. My mom, when I turned 16 yrs old, took me to the doctor and placed me on the pill, saying “Don’t tell your dad, but I don’t want you making any mistakes by getting pregnant.” I have been off the pill since I broke up with Travis. I’m not having sex for a while, although Draken. Why is he always in my thoughts?

  “I said, what guys?” He frowns.

  “We have new neighbors in the Haltons’ old house. Donna Marie invited them to her party to be nice. I just danced with them, Daddy, to be nice. I’m focused on my schooling. You have nothing to worry about,” I say, trying to stop the questions. It must work, because my father’s face softens as he comes around the counter, placing a hand on my shoulder.

  “I just don’t want people taking advantage of you. Princess, you were born into a wealthy family, and many times guys will get close to you to get to me. I have to protect you. You understand, right?”

  “Yes, Dad, of course,” I say, finishing my breakfast as fast as possible. I need to ease my father’s mind. “You don’t need to worry about these guys. I was told they are the owners of Out of World Enterprises.”

  “What! Those guys are in town? The Draglen brothers are very successful men, honey. See, I told you our daughter is smart. Good pick,” Mom says, nodding at me.

  “I’m not dating any one of them. I just want to finish school and start my career,” I say, pushing away from the counter. It’s time to go, and I really owe D for this talk. Thanks, twin brother. This is going to be a long week, with my brother on at me about these guys. My father must have thought they were okay, because after our conversation he goes right to his laptop and starts working. I don’t care who this guy is, I want nothing to do with Draken, I think. My dreams say different.

  ***

  Friday comes quickly. I’m so happy it’s the weekend and I’m caught up on school work. I’m staying in and enjoying the pool. I just want to relax. I go to the family room and turn the television on. I never watch T.V., but there’s a show on about dancing that caught my interest. I watch it, and end up falling asleep until I hear Gloria.

  “Ms. Cess, you have a visitor at the door. He says his name is Show, umm Show . . . ”

  “Showken?” I ask.

  “Yes, that’s it. Shall I escort him in?” Gloria asks.

  “Yes, that’s fine,” I say, rubbing my hands over my hair. Why is he here? I’m not going over to his place. I glance at the clock and its 8:30 p.m., no way.

  “Ms. Cess, Showken,” Gloria announces. I turn, and he is smiling at me.

  “Hello Cess, I’m here to collect you for the party,” Showken says, looking around the room.

  “I’m not going to your home. Look, you’re a nice guy, you and your brothers, but Draken does not want me at the house, and I never go where I’m not wanted,” I say, motioning for him to take a seat. I notice that he walks and sits very gracefully.

  “My brother wants… never mind that, he is not home, Cess, and believe me, the last thing he will do is walk you off the property if you’re there when he arrives,” Showken says, looking at me curiously.

  “I don’t think that is happening, I mean who all is coming to the party?” I ask, not planning to go, but I just would like to know the list of invites.

  “Oh it’s really small, Cess. Come, let’s go, you don’t even need to change, you are dressed just right,” he says, rising from the chair with his hand out.

  “I didn’t agree, Showken.”

  “Pleeeeeease,” he begs, pouting. Yikes, he is fabulous and convincing. I guess I will go for just a little while. I smile, and rise, shaking my head. Why couldn’t I say no to him?

  “Okay, I’ll go, but only for one hour.”

  “That’s enough time,” he says, and it sounds like there is a meaning behind that. He places his hand in mine, and we walk down the street to his house. I should not be going. We reach the house and he leads me down the side, towards the back. I’ve never been in this home before, from the outside it looks amazing.

  “Showken, I didn’t see any cars. Where is everybody?” I ask, still holding his hand. What is going on? This can’t be a party. I hear music, but where are the people?

  “Everyone is here, Cess, trust,” he says, as we finally make it to the back yard. There is music playing, and food laid out as if a ton of people are coming. Yet I only see Gemi and Layern. That only makes four.

  “I’m going home, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’m not that type of girl.”

  “Wait, I know what you are, and my brothers and I would like to show you we are fun. Last time we invited you, Draken asked you to leave, we are deeply sorry, that’s all, Cess. We would never disrespect you. Never,” he says, in a serious tone that makes me believe him.

  “Okay, you don’t have to go to all this trouble for me,” I say, looking around, they have these beautiful colored drums around a circle.

  “Yes, we do,” Gemi says, coming up to me with a drink. I find myself blushing; this is way too much attention going on.

  “Cess, we love to dance, like you, we are hoping you will dance, and we will play for you,” Showken says. Layern is around the area with the drums. He has placed one in front of him as Gemi walks over to do the same.

  “This is one way we say sorry, Cess, don’t take this from us,” Showken says, pulling me towards the center of these drums. I feel excited. I hear the drums as they begin to play, and my body just begins to move on its own.

  “I do like to dance,” I say, sipping my drink.

  “That’s the spirit Cess, feel the music.” Layern says, smiling at me. I begin to dance, and forget they are even there. I can’t believe they did all this for me. I feel the beat and let my body go, turning and twisting my body in all ways. I’ve been dancing for just a few minutes when the wind blows and I smell him, instantly stopping my dance.

  �
��Hello, Cess,” Draken says, moving closer to me. I can’t move. He looks so sexy walking towards me. Everything south is wet. I feel like a fool. I can’t keep my eyes off him as he approaches me. He stands a foot away, just looking at me, gliding his purple eyes over my body. My breasts instantly harden when we make eye contact. We stare at each other without speaking.

  “I was invited,” I say, finding my voice.

  “Oh, well I like entertainment also, Cess, besides, remember, you owe me something,” Draken says, coming closer. I feel the need to kiss him, like in my dream. I want him.

  “I, I, umm, don’t owe you,” I say, feeling really hot now. I should go.

  “You owe me, Cess, and I want a dance. I hear from my brothers you can dance. Now I want a private viewing of your… skills,” he says, not stopping the eye contact.

  “Draken, I’m sorry for coming to your home, I will leave now,” I say, trying to get past him, but instantly I feel his hands on my waist, holding me in place.

  “You will dance with my brothers, and not dance with me? Why? I’m not as handsome as they are?” he asks, looking into my eyes, searching. I see the other brothers are not leaving this time. It’s as if they are waiting for the answer to a question, more than just a dance.

  “I thought you didn’t want me at your house, now you want a dance?” I say, frowning a little.

  “You have such bravery about you, Cess. Yes, I want you to dance for me, and then I will dance for you; if you don’t like it, then you may leave,” Draken says, with a small smile. Yikes, I could climax with that look he just gave me. Please don’t let me go back on my promise.

  “So, what’s it going to be?” Showken says. I turn and see all eyes are on me. What are they waiting for?

  “Fine, I’ll do one dance,” I say. Draken turns me around to face me, placing a very slow, tender kiss on my lips. Shit! I’m in freaking trouble.