Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(55)

I shook my head in the crook of his neck. “She just gets me,” I whimpered. He sagged monumentally and pulled me into him within an inch of my life. I couldn’t breathe properly, but it was welcoming. “I just want the pain to go away. I want my past to stop haunting me, and I want a normal life…with you.”

“And you will, Princess. I promise I will get you better. And I promise to make you happy for as long as you will let me. But you have to talk to me too. I need to know what’s going on inside your head to help me aid you.”

“I know.” My sobs were pitiful, and in the midst of being curled up on my paradise, I felt guilty for leaving Nia the way I did. But I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay in his lap and never leave. I didn’t have the strength to carry on with our session. I felt exhausted, pulled, and prodded and just wanted to close my eyes and wake up when the nightmare was dead and buried.



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The ringing of an alarm woke me up the next morning. I rubbed at my eyes until I could open them, then sat up in bed.

Bed? I couldn’t remember going to bed.

The orange and yellows of sunrise crept into the room from the windows, and so did Parks from the doorway. My gaze automatically hit his physique as he padded into the bedroom. Grey jogging bottoms and a black tank clung to his body perfectly. Sweat patches formed a triangle from the neck down, and he was holding a white towel around his shoulders.

“Morning, Princess.”

“Morning, you.” I grinned, my gaze travelling over his temple of a body. “I don’t remember coming to bed.” I yawned, glancing back out the windows.

“You cried yourself to exhaustion on my lap. I put you to bed.”

“Nia?” I gasped.

“She’ll call you.”

Oh God, I felt terrible. I flopped back down into bed, only to be pulled out of the comfort of the duvet by my ankle and into the lap of the stunning man I couldn’t take my eyes off.

“You are the bravest woman I have ever met, Evelyn. You impress me every day.” I nuzzled my head into his kiss as he pressed his lips to my temple. “How was Nia? What did she say?”


Climbing off his lap, I decided to take a quick shower before getting changed for work. “Good. Really good, actually. It felt good to talk to her. But I wish you didn’t suggest her in the first place.”

Of course, now I knew Nia’s way of working, I was happy Parks booked her to see me, but I was still raw over the way he didn’t listen to my demand of no doctors.

“What else would you suggest?” he asked, pushing down his jogging bottoms. His intention clearly was to join me in the shower. “Stress balls?” he added playfully.

“Stress balls?” The kinky thought of balls instantly entered my dirty mind, and my gaze suddenly dropped to his groin. “What about these stress balls?” I went to grope his sac, but he caught me by the wrist.

“I suggest you only fondle those balls when you’re happy, or things could get pretty ugly. I intend to have children one day.”

Children? I wasn’t sure why, but that utterly threw me. “You want children one day?”

“Of course.” He frowned. “Don’t you?” He was watching me carefully, I think hoping for a positive answer. I couldn’t give him one.

“No. I never want children.”

Letting go of my wrist, he headed into the bathroom before me. It was a way of trying to hide that what I’d said struck a chord with him. “Is there a reason why?”

My scoff was louder than I intended it to come out. “Serious? I’m a mess. I would never burden a child with that.”

Jumping into the shower together was one of the delights of living with Parks. But I couldn’t help feel the tension the vast shower space was immersed with. We even showered in silence and washed our own bodies.

Parks climbed out before me, so I let him get a head start in getting dressed before I got out and started drying my hair.

I finished my makeup, got dressed, and parked my backside on the bed, then called out to Parks, who was still in his wardrobe. “You okay?” I felt inclined to ask. I couldn’t figure out his mood.

“Good.” He smiled, stalking towards me, all dashing and handsome and smelling flawlessly divine, making me hum in appreciation. “Don’t give me those eyes when I have to get to work,” he scolded.

“What eyes?” I fluttered my lashes purposely.

He cupped my face with his big hands, and a growl vibrated though my bones. “Those sexy eyes. They make me want to pin you beneath me and f*ck you senseless.”

I gulped, squeezing my thighs together. “And do you want to f*ck me? Senseless?”

He stepped back, closing his eyes on a headshake. “You know I do, and I will tonight.” He lifted his wrist and quickly glanced at his watch. “But I’m going to be late, and you know how I feel about being late.”

Yes, I did. Mr. Control Freak.

His smartphone rang, pulling his gaze away from mine. His answer was clipped and impatient. “Yes. I know. I’m on my way.”

“Who was that?”

He dipped down to kiss me. “My PA. Come on.” Placing a pushy hand on the small of my back, he started leading me down the stairs and into the lobby.

“I thought Joanna was your PA?” How many bloody PAs did he need?