Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(42)

“Snap out of it,” Parks ordered me after around ten minutes of silence.

“Out of what?” I barked.

“Your mood.”

I shifted to move away from him. “I was just stating the obvious. Sooner or later, the papers are going to see me and know who I am. They you’ll be branded an idiot for having someone like me as your…” I waved my hands around. “Whatever I am.”

Parks’s jaw was tight and pupils wide with rage. “Evelyn, enough.”

His stern warning didn’t make me falter or stop me talking. “And I don’t think I like the thought of being in the papers, my life splashed about for everyone to read. I didn’t even realise you were some sort of celebrity.”


“Fuck.” He smacked his head into the back of the seat. My rabbiting and worrying was agitating him. But when I was worried, I talked until my face went blue.

Pointing with my finger, I marked off the obvious downfalls. “And if they want a picture of me, then I can’t go around looking like this.” I glanced over my gym clothes. “I look a mess, my hair is a mess, and—”

“Evelyn!” He unclasped his seat belt, then launched himself onto me. My mouth was covered by his in an instant, my tongue fighting against his fiercely. He kissed me long, hard, and until I was out of breath and speechless. Then he let me go and flopped back down into his side of the car to put his seat belt back on. I sat stunned, breathless, and horny for a moment, then I opened my mouth to talk again.

“Don’t,” he warned with a hand held high.

I pushed my luck. “But—”

“Don’t speak, Evelyn. Because I will f*ck your mouth until your throat hurts, stopping you from saying such shit.”

I gaped at him, my eyes wide, and my words finally coming to an end. I wasn’t sure whether to be turned on or insulted. “All I wanted to say was I love it when you get all Hulk on my arse.”

He opened his eyes and allowed a smirk to tug at his lips. “You are the most difficult person I know, and you’re so damn f*cking sexy. Cleaver,” he called.

“Yes, sir?”

“Drive around the block, park the car, and make yourself scarce for thirty minutes.”

“Of course.”

I glanced up at him, biting my lip as I watched his hunger for me ripping into him. And when he began to unzip his trousers, my heart leaped, skipped, and jumped.

“I’m going to f*ck you so hard,” he growled.

“What about my mouth?” I grinned.

“That’s what I meant.”





Chapter Fifteen





“How’s your jaw?” Parks grinned as he placed his napkin next to his empty plate.

“Aching.” I scowled playfully. “Not much shuts me up, but that did.” I swallowed down my water and took my phone out of my bag as it bleeped.



Tabby: Hey Evey. Shall I meet you at say, ten o’clock? The club doesn’t get lively until then.



“Shit,” I cursed, checking the time on my smartphone. It was five o’clock already, and I’d completely forgot about meaning to celebrate with Tabby.

“What’s wrong?” Parks asked, settling the bill.

“Um, I said I would meet this girl, but I honestly forgot about it.”

His frown was unsettling. “What girl?”

My eyes focused on the text. “It’s just one of the girls I talk to in Starbucks.” I glanced up. “Don’t look like that. I don’t have to tell you everything.” I snatched my water from the table and drank the rest in a gulp.

“Where did you plan on meeting her?”

I knew I was about to lie, and I hated lying, but I really didn’t want an argument. “Over her house; a movie night.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re lying.”

Oh God, he was off, the master of body language. “Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know, but you are. You can’t look me in the eyes when you’re lying, and you scratch your hand when you’re nervous.”

I looked down at my hand, catching myself scratching. Something I never knew I did. I scoffed. “Okay, Inspector Morse.”

“Evelyn, why are you lying to me? Where did you plan on going?”

“I told you.” I looked away from him again as he pushed off his chair, rounded the table, and pulled out my seat for me to stand. When I got up, he remained behind me, pulled my ponytail back, and breathed down my neck. “If I find out you’re lying to me—”

“You’ll what?” I snapped.

“Wait and see.” His tone was dark, but it intrigued me, beguiled me, and I almost wanted to tell him I was lying just to see what he would do.

Yes. I know. I was a glutton for punishment.

We walked out onto a crowd of drunk football lads that had emerged from one of the pubs nearby. I glanced over my shoulder towards them as Parks pulled on my hand, taking us to the Jaguar. It was then I spotted Mathew amongst them. He was well over six foot, had his football shirt on, and was slumped down on an empty table outside a bar, alone. He was drunk, and his head was rolling all over the place. I couldn’t leave him.

“Wait.” I let go of Parks’s hand and made my way towards him.