Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(47)

“Evey? Who the devil was that?” Clarke’s voice seemed blurred, because I couldn’t get the name Trevor out of my head. Only when Clarke gently shook my shoulder did I spring back to life. I threw the receiver back onto the handset and quickly grabbed my bag.

“Evey?” Clarke called bewildered as I ran out of the office and straight into the lift that would take me up to Parks’s office. I knew I wasn’t going to tell him Gabe had called; I just needed his warmth and solace to calm me down.

I rushed out of the lift and straight past Joanna, who was already glaring at me as I pushed open the glass doors. Thankfully, Parks was on his own, but he was on the phone.

“Hold on,” he told the caller before placing the handset down. “Princess?” I walked into his open arms, pushing my hands beneath his suit jacket and pulling him into me. “What’s wrong? You look pale.”

I peeked up at him. “Are you ready to come home?”

He sighed and brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “I love that you call it home, but no, Princess. I have to stay and work. I’m sorry.” He glanced behind me, which made me follow his vision. I saw Carla standing outside the glass doors, holding a briefcase and showing off her long pins underneath a barely-there skirt.

“Why is she here?” I pushed myself from his chest, immediately feeling angry all over again. I thought the bitch was history.

“It’s just a meeting,” he clarified, studying me carefully. “She has a new job I have to brief her about.”

Oh yes. “Thanks for that, by the way.” I smirked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked back. Then Carla’s face came into view again.

“I hate that she gets any of your time.” I glared at her, only wishing terrible things for her and her life.

“Go home, have a bath, and relax.” He kissed my temple, but knowing Carla was watching, I pulled him into me by his tie and kissed him passionately, long, and hard. It wasn’t just because Carla was watching that I needed to kiss him that way. I was feeling anxious and pissed off, and his arms, his lips, anything Wade Parks made me calm down and collect myself. “Don’t stop thinking about me,” I urged, wiping my pink lipstick from his mouth with my thumb.

“Never,” he breathed against my fingertips.

“Promise?”

“Stop it.” He frowned.

“Stop what?”

“You know what. I love that you need me, baby. And I need you too. But please, don’t worry about anything. Let me do that.” His palm took control of the small of my back as he led me towards the doors.

“Of course I’m going to worry about a bitch who would do anything to f*ck you.”


“Princess.” He sighed. “My pleasure is all yours. Just yours. Understand?”

“Yes.” I pouted purposely.

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Now, Cleaver is already waiting for you outside. We need to talk when I get home.”

“About what?”

The glass doors opened, and Carla glared at me, nostrils flaring like a fire-breathing dragon. My gaze rolled down her body in disgust, but Parks pulled me away and walked me to the lift. He even rode down with me.

“What do you need to talk about?” I pushed.

“When we get home.” It was a warning not to start trouble, so I nodded and swivelled on my heel.

If I didn’t have Parks near when I was feeling overwhelmed with emotion, then I craved something else. But I couldn’t do it. I had to be strong. Maybe Gabe was bluffing. I mean, Trevor had ten years for all the drugs that were found in his possession and the amount of crimes he had committed. He hadn’t even done four years yet.

My smartphone was vibrating in my bag, so I reached in to grab hold of it before slipping into Cleaver’s car.



Wade: I’m already thinking about your nails digging into my back when I f*ck you later. Hope that puts your mind at ease.



I didn’t text back. I knew he was only saying it because he knew I hated Carla being in his presence. I called Steph and asked her if I could call over. I didn’t want to be alone. Alone gave me time to think, and thinking was abnormal for me.

“Sure.” I could sense her smile. “Want to help me cook a beef casserole?”

“In other words, you want me to cook your beef casserole.” I chuckled.

“Yes.” She laughed before hanging up.

“Cleaver, can you take me to Steph’s?”

He sounded unsure and utterly uncomfortable. “Mr. Parks has ordered me to take you home. Forgive me.”

My sigh didn’t mean to offend him, but the wince he gave told me it did. “But I’m asking you to take me to Steph’s. If it’s a problem, I can get the Tube.”

“It’s not a problem,” he said quickly, knowing how Parks felt about me riding the Tube.

We drove to Steph’s in silence, so I turned my focus on watching the rush-hour crowds and slow-moving traffic in Central London. I then began inwardly pointing out the worst- and best-dressed women. Anything to keep my mind occupied until we got to Steph’s.

“Thanks, Cleaver.” Hastily, I slammed the car door and almost ran in my heels to Steph’s door.

Every time I stepped into her flat, it felt like home. Even though my stay there was a little under a year, I loved the fun we had. I loved that it was my first place I called home. My first place I felt relaxed in. I felt wanted and loved by Steph, and that was hard to come by.