Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(34)

“I need to fetch my things from my parents’ house. Alone.” I closed my eyes when I added alone, gearing myself up for a fight.

“Not going to happen.” He bit my neck and sucked on the skin. “You don’t need anything.”

I swatted him away. If he wanted to start a fight, I was sure as hell going to finish it. “I do. I have sentimental things there. I have the ruby you gave me too. That is, unless they’ve sold it all.”


He leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms, showing me his incredible guns. “They would do that?”

I looked down as I scraped the front of my shoe mindlessly along the carpet so as not to catch his expression at what I was about to say. “My mother sold my watch for heroine.”

“What?” he bellowed.

I threw my hands in air. “See, this is why I can’t have you coming with me. You’ll go all Hulk on their arses.”

“Evelyn, I am not okay with you going into that flat without me.”

I crossed my arms, persisting against his strong will. “I’ve lived there for the last week. I can handle my parents.” I prodded his chest with a finger. “You can’t boss me around.”

Of course Parks wasn’t willing to compromise. I don’t think he understood the meaning of the word, nor did he understand the rules of equality. Clearly.

“If you want to go out, you go with me.”

Air rushed through my nose in anger. He was the most infuriating man I’d ever come across. Trust me to land myself Mr. Dominating Parks.

“I am going alone. Or…” I grinned mischievously, glancing behind him. “I will handcuff you to that chair.”

Parks glared. “You think that’s funny? Do you realise how angry I was at you for taking my control away like that?”

“Yes. I do. Because my vagina was aching for days after the f*ck you punished into me.”

“Good.” He smirked.

“Listen.” I took his hands with my fingers, approaching him softly. “I don’t want you involved in my parents’ life. I need to go alone.”

He brought my knuckles to his lips and kissed them softly. “Princess, I’m involved in your life now, so whatever it comes with concerns me.”

There was no way I could take Parks up to the squalor of a flat my parents called home. Let him see the dark side of what I was brought up around. Drugs, heroin needles, addict parents. Those things would never have crossed Parks’s life, so if I was to build a life with him, they could not integrate.

“I don’t want to drag you into my darkness, Wade. Please.” I even called him by his first name. Surely that had to count for something?

“No.” His expression remained impassive, refusing compromise.

“Fuck’s sake.” I stormed downstairs and into the living room, leaving Mr. Hulk to get dressed.

Parks emerged a while later in dark blue jeans and a blue jumper. His feet graced brown, solid-suede shoes, and he was styling his hair as he stood before me, ruffling it with his hands. He was casual, sexy, relaxed but still powerful. His chiselled jaw had a slight scattering of dark stubble, and it made him look divine.

“Nice,” I threw him a compliment a little breathlessly.

“Nice?” He cocked an eyebrow. Seemed nice wasn’t an appropriate word.

“Well, actually, you look so f*cking hot, I don’t think I want to collect my things. We should stay and have sex.” Even though we’d spent the morning and the afternoon doing just that. He was a machine. And turning me into one too.

He recoiled slightly, his mouth opening a little on a surprised inhale. “That’s better.” He strolled towards me, so I pushed him away with a touch of my palm.

“But we don’t have time for that. Anyway, I’m so pissed off I don’t particularly want to have sex with you right now.” Ha. Who was I kidding?

His head slanted, and a roguish grin spread across his arrogantly beautiful face. “Now I know that’s a lie.”

Yes, it was lie. Of course I wanted to have sex with him. But I was angry. So f*ck him.

“No, it’s not.” I pirouetted on my heel and made for the front door, only to be beaten to it by Parks so he could open it for me. “Don’t you ever get bored of doing that?”

“You’re a woman, Evelyn. Every man should be chivalrous. Less of the attitude.”

I threw him a glare and made my way to the lift. “My attitude is never going to change.”

Parks swiped a card through a system in the lift, then unexpectedly pulled me into his arms, making me yelp. “I think I need to teach you how to behave when we get back.”

“I think so too.”





Chapter Thirteen





We climbed the several flights of stairs to get to my parents’ flat, passing gangs in the stairwells, arguing couples, and a drug deal going on in front of our eyes. Used to it, I didn’t bat an eyelid, and even though Parks never commented, I knew he was horrified.

I knocked on the door, tenser than I thought I would be. Parks was so close I felt his breath down my neck. His supporting hand on the small of my back gave me all the reassurance I needed, though.


It took several minutes for the door to open, and my dad peered through the gap wide-eyed, greasy-haired, and wearing an old, worn-out T-shirt and dirty jeans.