Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(111)

“Oh. Of course. Can’t wait for our girly night. Bye, Evey.”

We hung up, and I went back to my intentions of finding Parks. That article had to be shoved to the back of my brain. If I thought about it too much, my anxiety levels would expand, and I didn’t want to feel that way.

As I was about to exit the room, Parks’s smartphone caught my attention again as it rang for the twentieth time. I hit the Answer button, and David’s voice came blaring through the speakers.

“Mr. Parks. If you have been hit with the articles about yourself and Miss Banks this morning, then I wouldn’t worry. They still have no idea who she is. Although, I did try and stop the article getting out in the first place.”

“I bet you did.” My snarl was to his surprise. “Does Wade know how much you hate me, Dave? Does he know about our little talk last night?”

“Evey?” After the shock of hearing my voice on the other end of the line, he cleared his throat. “Well, my job would be no more if I told Wade how unworthy you are of him. I will just plant that thought in his head.”

“Maybe I should tell him all about your slyness.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” I hung up and threw the phone onto the bed. “Bastard.” Muttering under my breath, I continued my walk downstairs.

“Evelyn, dear, good morning.” I was greeted by Harriet when I walked into the kitchen. She was dressed up elegantly in a floral tea dress, and her hair was pinned up to show off her face. After pulling out one of the stools that was neatly tucked into the breakfast bar, I slipped my backside onto it and took in the vastness of the room.

“Morning. No Wade?”

She glanced up from whatever she was fussing with at the oven. “No, dear. He’s not with you?”

My eyes rolled on their own. Where the hell was that man? “No. I don’t know where he’s got to.” I glanced over to the oven. “What are you making? Smells good.”

“Apple pie.” She smiled. “Wade loves it.”

“Oh.” I was confused. “Wade doesn’t eat things like that. Does he?”

She flapped her hand, showing me three gorgeous diamond rings on her fingers. “Not normally. But he loves my apple pie. Has since he was a child. He just likes to be in control of what he eats. That’s all.”

He wanted to be in control of what he did. What he said. What he wore. What he ate. Everything had to be his way.

“Why is he so—?”

“—controlling?” she finished for me, then looked behind me. “Oh, Leanne. Would you be a love and make Evelyn some breakfast?”

I shook my hand in front of me, telling the housekeeper not to bother. “Honestly. I’m not hungry.”

“You will eat.” All three of our heads turned to see Parks standing in the doorway, his tight body dressed in a black tank and his legs in grey joggers. His clothes were sweat-ridden, all damp and sexy down his chest. His forehead was also dotted with speckles as he pushed his dark hair from his forehead. He also had dark stubble gracing his jaw, which made me stare. Oh God. My appetite made an appearance immediately. But not for food.

“I’ll get right to it.” Leanne, a pretty redhead, smiled. “Any requests?”

“Evelyn likes smoked bacon, boiled eggs, and toast with lots of butter.” He was giving his orders to Leanne whilst making his way to the fridge. I watched him, gawping at how sexy and edible he looked in his damp, tight clothes.

He opened the fridge, took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid, and downed the liquid. I watched as his Adam’s apple sexily bobbed as he swallowed. He swiped at his forehead with the back of his hand, then screwed up the lid. Jesus. It was like watching an erotic Evian advert.

After his drink, he pulled out a jug of orange juice, took a glass from the cabinet, and poured the juice into it. He brought it over to me, placed it in my hands, and then dipped down to kiss my lips in front of his mother. He kissed me deeply, making me taste the almost-salted taste of his sweaty lips.


“Drink,” he demanded, then sauntered out of the room.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. He had my skin breaking out in goose bumps, my sex damp and aching to have his delicious body pressed up against mine. Every part of me was missing him, even though he’d only been away from me for a couple of hours. My mind hurt from thinking about what he was thinking. My body ached from the loss of its partner in crime.

“He loves you.” Harriet glanced at me warmly. “He told me.”

“He told you?” It was a hard push for Parks to talk to anyone, let alone his mother.

“Yes. I’m as surprised as you look. He wasn’t himself last night.” Harriet twisted the ring on her index finger with her thumb and stared at it as she spoke. “I found him sitting by the pool alone. He was upset. So angry.” My heart pounded at the thought of him being alone and wounded all night, but I listened as she went on. “He thinks he’s going to mess up what you have.” Her eyes looked deep into my mine affectionately, and her palm covered her heart. “He said you were his princess. Evelyn, to hear my son call a woman a princess after he’s never spoken to me about anything before broke my heart. In a good way,” she quickly added.

“He’s incredible,” I croaked. “He won’t mess anything up. I just wish he’d let me in.”