Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(107)

“An assistant?” he spluttered, banging his fist against his chest. “Jesus, son. I brought you up better than that.”

Harriet gasped at her husband’s remarks, but I wasn’t offended. I could take the shit people thought of me. Parks, however, seemed incensed. “Evelyn means a great deal to me. I dare you to say one more remark about her and—”

“And what?” Clinton smirked menacingly.

“Don’t,” Parks threatened viciously as he stared down his father. Clinton seemed to take great pride in provoking his son, cruelly making him feel diminutive.

The first course arrived just in time to end the sparring match between father and son, and Clinton left the conversation at a rest and began asking Trent about his multimillion pound computer business. Yawn.

“You okay?” I edged towards Parks, pressing a reassuring hand to his knee.

I watched him purse his lips. “If you just move your hand between my legs, I’ll be fine.”

My sex clenched in response to his low, rude words, stealing my breath and replacing it with desire. The way Parks coped with things he couldn’t deal with was by letting his temper get the better of him or f*cking me senseless. Delving into my world to forget his own.

Wanting so badly to cup his cock, I couldn’t help but do it. His lips parted, his fork in midair. I didn’t even notice what our main course was. My focus was on pretending to eat and fondling the love of my life.

My palm started rubbing against his solid cock that was thickening under my touch. Only I could hear the low groans that left his mouth, but his expression remained impassive, controlled, and false.

“Evelyn,” he breathed so I could only hear. “Unzip me.”

“What?”

Parks chewed his food slowly. “Do it.”

My gulp seemed loud but only to my ears. My mouth was dry. My core tightening. I really, badly wanted to take his cock out and wank him off under the table. But getting caught wasn’t the way I wanted to do it.

“Did you hear that, Wade?” Clinton’s question forced me to let go of Parks’s erection and place my hand back up onto the table. Parks growled in his throat before replying to his father.

“What’s that?”

Clinton placed down his fork. “Trent’s business has turned over two hundred million dollars in its first year alone.”

“Great.” Parks nodded in acknowledgment to Trent.

Clinton’s eyes narrowed, despising his son’s ignorance. “I heard the finance companies’ shares have dipped by one percent.”

Both Jasmine and Parks exchanged glances, then stared at their father. Jasmine was the CEO of WParks Financing. Parks had told me he gave it to her, so I wasn’t entirely sure why it seemed like Clinton was grilling Parks for it.

“It did,” Parks cleared it up confidently, “but it will go back up in a couple of months. I’m not worried. And neither is Jasmine.”

“Well, you should be,” Clinton chided. “One percent is too much. Can’t you even check in on one of your most prestigious companies?”

“It turned over three billion last year. These things happen.” Parks gritted his teeth. Clinton was trying to put Parks down. It seemed everything he did was never good enough. I knew how painful that felt.

“Three billion?” Clinton scoffed before knocking back another glass of wine. “Could’ve been more. Seems to me you’re being distracted. I didn’t set you up in life for distractions.”

“You didn’t set us up in life for anything.” Parks fisted his fork, his body radiating tension and anger. Getting to know Parks well was one of the finer things in my life, but his body was one thing I knew best. His temper was rising, almost tipping him over the edge. I felt it.

“If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have anything.” Clinton glared. “It was me who set you up in life. Both of you.” He turned to Jasmine. “Don’t forget that.”

“How can we forget it when you throw it in our faces every goddamn time?” It was Jasmine who flew off the handle. She pushed her chair back, threw her napkin on the table, and stormed off. Trent followed behind her.

“Jasmine,” Harriet called to no avail. She was about to go after her, but Clinton put a stop to it. “Sit,” he barked at his wife like a dog. She did as she was told and sat back down on a stiff smile. Parks shook his head at his father, who was rudely clicking his fingers to the waiter for a top up.

“What are you staring at?” Clinton snarled.

“You’re a disgrace,” Parks growled, getting up from his seat. I didn’t know where the bloody hell to look. “Evelyn.” Parks pulled out my seat for me to stand with him.

“Wade, please don’t go,” Harriet begged, and I could see the wetness in the corner of her eyes. It was only then I noticed the hidden pain etched in her expression.

“Good night, Mother.” Parks bent down to kiss her head. She closed her eyes, embracing her son, then let us leave.





Chapter

Thirty-Three





My legs were trying to keep up with the brisk walk Parks accustomed himself to as he headed for the bedroom. He was slipping away from me. I knew it wholeheartedly. His temper was taking over and washing away the Parks I knew.