Shaw

SHAW STORM ENTERPRISES BOOK 1 BJ ALPHA Copyright © 2023 by BJ Alpha All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents are products of the authors imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events, locations or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Published by BJ Alpha Edited by Dee Houpt Proofread by Nay, That Grammar Gal Photographer RafaGCatala Model Alejandro Caracuel Cover Design by Ever After Cover Design Created with Vellum To Kate, Thank you for being so many things rolled into one. Most importantly thank you for your friendship. AUTHORS NOTE WARNING: This book contains triggers. It has sensitive and explicit storylines. Such as: Violence. Graphic sexual scenes. Sexual assault scene. Strong language. It is recommended for readers ages eighteen and over. CONTENTS Prologue Shaw Emi Shaw Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Emi Chapter 3 Emi Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Shaw Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Shaw Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Emi Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Shaw Chapter 12 Emi Chapter 13 Emi Chapter 14 Shaw Chapter 15 Shaw Chapter 16 Emi Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Shaw Emi Chapter 19 Emi Chapter 20 Emi Chapter 21 Emi Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Shaw Emi Chapter 25 Emi Chapter 26 Emi Chapter 27 Shaw Emi Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Shaw Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Shaw Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Epilogue Also by BJ Alpha ABOUT BJ ALPHA Acknowledgments PROLOGUE EMILIA When I slipped Franco, my bodyguard, the sleeping pills half an hour ago, I hadn’t expected him to still be standing, watching me with those hawk eyes of his. He stands stoically still, his eyes transfixed on me, making me fidget at his scrutiny. Picking up my champagne glass, I take another tentative sip and glance around the poker table. As if on cue, I throw my head back on the laugh I’ve crafted over the last twenty years when the stocky man beside me makes another lame joke about the game being fixed. Sensing I’m being watched, I glance around, and my eyes latch onto those of a guy leaning against the wall opposite me. He’s around thirty, and his bright-blue eyes roam over my body as though he’s imagining me naked, and the thought makes me flush in pleasure. He’s tall—well, everyone is compared to me. Maybe six foot two? His hair is dark with a slight wave, and it’s a little messy too, which I like. The top buttons on his shirt are open, revealing a bronzed chest that makes my mouth water and has my fingers itching to touch. As we finish our perusal of one another, our eyes draw back to their starting point, and his piercing blue gaze seeps into mine, making my heart stutter. Something passes between us—maybe an acknowledgment of our mutual attraction for one another—but whatever he’s thinking makes his lips lift at the corner, gifting me with a sexy smirk. I dart my eyes away as warmth floods me from the inside out, forcing me to take another sip of my champagne to disguise how much I’m attracted to this man. SHAW The woman rushes from the table. When her gaze traveled over my body, my entire being lit up, with flames simmering my veins and forcing all the blood to rush to my cock. I’m standing in a Las Vegas casino with a raging hard-on, all from a woman simply looking at me. I’ve never had this reaction before, not even from my ex, Lizzie. I stared at her. Licking my lips, roaming my gaze over her delicious body, taking in every fucking incredible inch of her. As my gaze slowly traveled up her curves and landed on her delectable tits, her nipples peaked as though realizing how much I craved her. Her blood-red lips parted when my eyes met hers once again, and her eyes were so dark they’d pass as black, and for some unknown reason, I want to see them up close, just to be sure. She’s a brunette—also unlike my ex—with thick waves flowing over her shoulders. As she rushes from the table, I wonder if it had something to do with the short fat man ogling at her tits each time she laughed. My dick weeps a little at the thought of her tits bouncing while she rides me. I scrub a hand through my hair. Fuck me, I have it bad. I need to get laid and satiate this damn drought I’m in, thanks to Lizzie. Pushing off the wall, I go in search of my little damsel in distress to see if I can appease my cock. Striding toward the doors on a mission, there’s a flash of her red dress near the exit to the casino. She glances over her shoulder, as though checking