Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(45)

Oh Tabby. I felt really bad, but there was no way I could go out and lie to Parks about it. So I declined.



Evey: I’m going to have to cancel. Somethings come up.



“Wade?”

I shook my head. “No. It’s Tabby.”

“Who’s Tabby?”

“A girl from Starbucks. She wanted to me to go out for her birthday, but it’s at a nightclub.”

Steph’s ears pricked up. “And you said yes?”

“I said no.”

Steph scraped her blonde curls from her face. “Well done. You know, Evey. I miss you so much. But our friendship isn’t going to mend overnight. You lied to me, you hurt my brother, and you went behind my back.”

I picked at the throw again. “I know. And I’m sorry. Can we start to mend?”

She sighed, but it was shortly followed by a smile, and I felt the tension leave her in an instant. “Okay.” Grateful for accepting my offer for another chance, I wanted to hug her, but I was hesitant. “Don’t worry, I know you’re not a hugger.” She chuckled. “A sorry is a big enough thing for you.”

I wished so desperately I could stay and catch up on those days I’d missed her. Missed her face and bohemian ways. But Parks was outside, and I’d been in the flat for a good half hour. I was surprised he hadn’t barged in and dragged me out.

“I better go. Parks is waiting.”

I told Steph I’d call her tomorrow. Hopefully we could start to mend. I needed her; she was my support network, and I couldn’t lose that.

I walked out of the flat with a half-smile on my face. My life seemed to start easing off my shoulders with Steph talking to me again. It was then I realised how much of an impact she made in my life.

“Did I just see Julian sneaking out of that flat looking sheepish?” Parks pushed himself off the car when I greeted him.

“Yep. They were f*cking.”

His eyes went wide. “Jesus.” Parks opened the car door for me to climb in, then got in beside me. “Did you sort out your differences?”

I accepted his embrace. “Yeah. We’re talking now, which is a good step. Steph’s just emotional.”

“Aren’t all women?”

I shot him a glare. “I’m not.” I chuckled, placing my head on his shoulder as Cleaver pulled out.

“Oh, you have work tomorrow,” Parks told me as he ended a call on his smartphone.

“I do? You talked to Clarke?”

He kissed my temple. “Of course. I respect him a lot. He has a lot of time for you, Evelyn. I admire him for that, even if he did warn me about ever hurting you.”

My head came up from his shoulder. “He did?”

“Yes. He cares about you, and that means a lot to me.”

“Why Wade,” I purred in his ear quietly before licking his lobe. “You’re getting soft.”

“No.” He made a deep, sensual sound. “I’m getting hard.”





Chapter Sixteen





Apprehension washed over me the next morning. I’d never felt so anxious about going to work. I didn’t care about the women; they could have thought I was the biggest arsehole alive, and I would’ve welcomed it. What I cared about was Clarke. I knew how much I meant to him, but he never knew how much I appreciated him. It must have killed him to have suspended me, but he had to go by the rules. I was surprised Carla didn’t jump at the chance to get rid of me at that point, but it was Clarke who issued the suspension, so it had nothing to do with her.

I prepared my body with black lace underwear, then got dressed in a black Fendi dress that clung tightly to my curves. I also put my work essentials in a brown Fendi tote bag and slipped my feet into black heels. Even though I was uncomfortable because everything I was wearing had been purchased by Parks, I couldn’t help admire his taste, or his love for clothes.


“Ready to go?” I jumped as I turned to see Parks dressed dashingly in a light blue suit, white dress shirt, and matching light blue tie.

“You look amazing.” We chuckled as we said the same thing to each other at the same time.

When we arrived at work, we walked through the lobby hand in hand, and my attempts to pull away from him only made him hold on tighter. Not that I wasn’t proud to show the whole building I was dating the owner of the damn place, but because I hated displays of affection.

There was already a group of men waiting outside the lift, and when they turned to see Parks standing next to me, holding my hand, whispering dirty words into my ear and making me giggle, they gaped before straightening themselves out. They wanted to greet the owner of the building, but they were wary as all his attention was on me.

“Stop,” I hissed playfully when he cupped my arse and whispered about how hard his cock was getting.

When the lift doors opened, the group of men went to walk forwards, but Parks cleared his throat, making them all turn, a little bewildered.

“Ladies first, wouldn’t you agree, gentlemen?”

My face burned as they all glanced towards me, then stepped aside to let me pass.

“Quite right,” one of the men agreed and held out his palm for me to lead the way. I put my head down as my heels clipped past them and into the lift.