Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(110)

I reached out to the door handle about to close it, but I didn’t want to give up. Parks had never given up on me. I didn’t want to run. I didn’t want to leave him in that state of mind and do nothing about it. Running was weak, and weak was something I couldn’t be.

I needed to be with him. Needed to feel close to him. I made my way to the shower. The glass was all steamed up. I could only make out the edges of Parks’s stunning body. His hands running through his dark mane.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the glass and stepped in, joining him in the hot, cascading water. All the tense muscles in his back were fully formed and enhanced, and I wanted to kiss each one. I walked to him and pecked his back as the water fell around us, the steam misting my view. His body tensed against the warmth and affection of my kisses, and surprisingly he turned around. He took my hands, placed them above my head, and pressed them against the glass. He latched his fingers through mine to hold them up and licked across the arch of my brows, sensually slipping down my cheeks with his lips until he found my mouth.

Soft and compassionate lips melted into mine. Those lips were from the man I loved. Not the man I just saw full of temper and a lonely soul.

I wrapped my fingers into his hands and crushed my lips into his. They moulded perfectly. Like they were made for each other. We were made for each other. A perfect match. Somehow.

His tongue was swirling against mine, slowly and savouring. His body pressing against mine, hard and firm. When he kissed me the way he did, showing his profound need for my existence, I fell deeper in love with him.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed into my ear. I watched on as he turned his back on me, then walked out of the shower, leaving me painfully staring after him. He was one difficult sonofabitch.





Chapter

Thirty-Four





That morning I woke up alone. I had no idea where Parks was. His smartphone was in the bedroom with me and was constantly ringing, so I couldn’t even call him to ask where he was. He wouldn’t have gone back to London without me, would he?

I got dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a grey tank top and threw my hair up into a messy ponytail. My intention was to walk around the mansion and find him, but I would have felt like I was prying. Instead I thought about just heading to the kitchen. Maybe he was eating breakfast.

Before I exited the room my phone rang. It was Tabby.

“Hey,” I answered, quickly glancing at my watch. It was nine o’clock in the morning, and I quickly worked it out to five p.m. in London.

“Hey, Evey. I saw you in The Star Magazine this morning.”

“What?” My heart was in my mouth. I put Tabby on loudspeaker and clicked Internet tab on my phone.

“It’s a picture of you and Wade at the event. Are you still in America?”

My mind was lost for a second. I was rudely ignoring Tabby, waiting for the article to load.



Billionaire businessman Wade Parks steps out with a mysterious brunette.



My eyes read over the headline, my fingers unwilling to read what the rest of the article said. What would it say? Did they know about my past?

The picture of us looked stunning nevertheless. Parks was gazing down on me, and we were both looking into each other’s eyes, showing the world we had captured each other’s hearts.

“Shit.” I already felt the hint of panic—panic over millions of people seeing who I was. Digging into my past. I wasn’t sure how I was going to cope with this part of his life. Being exposed. Having no privacy.

Tabby chuckled. “Don’t worry, they’ll hop on to another story soon. So, how are the Parks family? All perfect and clean like they come across?”

Why was she so curious? “You’re not a reporter, are you, Tabby?” My question was playful, but Tabby didn’t take it that way.

“No. I’m just curious about one of the most prestigious but private families in America.”

“Now you definitely sound like a reporter.”

She laughed but continued to annoyingly push. “But come on, what were they like?”

“Um.” I scratched at my forehead. “His mother’s wonderful. Jasmine’s a total bitch. His dad…I can’t quite figure him out.”

“What about the little girl?” She was pushing eagerly. My brows furrowed quickly. Little girl?

“Abigail?” Why the hell would she want to know how she was? And more to the point, how did she know her?

“You know more about this family than I do.” My chuckle was forced because I didn’t want her to sense my uncertainty.

“Like I said, I’m just curious.”


Tabby had a way of making me feel sorry for her, a way of turning my thoughts about her around in an instant. I wasn’t sure why or how, but she did.

“Well, she was just like any normal little girl. I did find it strange, though. She’s Wade’s little sister. I’m not even sure how old Harriet is. Maybe she was adopted?”

Why was I telling her this information? Tabby also had a way of getting things out of me like no one else did.

“Adopted?” she scoffed, instantly making me doubt her again. Jeez, she gave me whiplash.

“Why’s that strange? Harriet is the founder of COA. Maybe Abigail was living with a family that couldn’t take care of her, so she adopted her.” That would make sense, I thought. Anyway, why was I still talking? “Tabby, I have to go. We’ll catch up when I get back, yes?”