Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(75)

“Of course you do. Tell me you won’t wear something like that again.”

“I thought this was because I called you a dumbass?” I gained another spank for answering back.

“Both,” he snapped out.

The sensual rubbing of his palm on my backside in between spanks felt so good. He luxuriated in the feel of my arse and from the way it looked. It was on the rump side, I agree, and it turned Parks on immensely. He always told me so.

“I’m sorry for calling you a dumbass, but like hell are you telling me what to wear.”

Another slap had me wincing.

“Excuse me?”

“Fine. I won’t,” I told him. Obviously lying. He knew perfectly well I was a glutton for punishment and I’d never learn my lesson if it meant me never receiving spanks.

“Good girl,” he breathed. His tone was enigmatic, excitable, and brewing with lust as he turned me around to face him. “Get changed.” He kissed me once more and went back to his desk. I childishly poked my tongue out at him when his back was turned and headed to Steph’s—in the ripped jeans. Of course.

Cleaver drove me to Steph’s, and as soon I let myself in, I heard my best friend wailing. Without hesitation, I made my way into the living room and noticed the sounds were coming from her bedroom.

“What’s happened?” My concern grew when I saw her sprawled across her bed looking drained and paler than usual. Something wasn’t right.

“I’m pregnant, Evey. And I don’t know who the dad is,” she blurted out straightaway.

“Oh f*ck,” I gasped, my hand covering my mouth in shock, which made her burst into a fresh batch of tears. Surprisingly, she edged towards me and threw her arms around my neck. My arms tensed, my body went ridged, but she needed comfort.

After around fifteen minutes of holding Steph as she sobbed and snorted, I pushed her away and spoke seriously. “Look, you only slept with Julian the other day, Steph. If you’re further gone than that, then it’s obviously Mathew’s.” The look she gave me told me she’d been sleeping with Julian for longer that I thought.

My eyes rolled within an inch of their life. “Fuck’s sake.”

“I’m so, so stupid.” Again, she burst into tears, so I took my smartphone out of my pocket and called Parks.

“Are you on your way home?” he asked straightaway. Normally, I would have wished I was on my way home to my addiction, but this time Steph needed me more.

“Actually, I’m going to be spending the night with Steph.”

There was a pause. “Why?”

“Because she needs me, Wade, so now is not the time to act infantile. I was calling you to ask if you could bring me some work clothes for tomorrow.”

He was sulking. I knew he was. But the urgency in my tone told him I wasn’t playing around. “I’ll be right over.”

I hung up so I could tend to Steph. “Come on, let’s get your face cleaned up, get into PJs, and put a film on.”

“Magic Mike?” She sniffed. Oh God. Channing flaming Tatum.

“Magic Mike it is.”

Leaving Steph go get changed, I read the two text messages I’d received. They were from Tabby, the first asking when our girly night was going to be, the second asking how myself and Parks were. Her interest in him was more than unusual, but I didn’t read much into it.

Deciding I would text her back another time, I shoved my phone back into my pocket, then got distracted by a knock on the front door.

“Everything okay?” Parks’s concern was heart-warming. Well, at least he wasn’t sulking.

I embraced him as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, soaking up his protectiveness. “Steph’s pregnant.” I sighed, resting my head against his chest. He didn’t know her well enough to determine whether it was good news or bad, so he said nothing.


“Can’t she come stay with us? I hate that you’re not going to be in our bed tonight.”

“Me too.” I nuzzled into him. “But she needs me.”

Parks nodded curtly, then walked into the living room carrying a holdall full of my things and set it down onto the sofa as Steph entered the room.

“Oh. Hi.” She smiled weakly at Parks, her expression showing she wasn’t expecting him so soon.

“Steph.” He nodded. “How are you?” Parks was acting stiff. He wasn’t used to being affectionate, the same way I wasn’t.

“Not good.” She slumped down onto the sofa in her pink PJs and pulled her knees up to her chest.

Parks curved his arm around my waist and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you sure you need Evelyn here tonight, Steph?”

My gasp was shorty followed by a quick smack on his shoulder. “Don’t be so rude.”

Steph chuckled. “Aw, will you miss her?” she teased lightly.

He glanced toward me, eyes benevolent and tender. “I miss her whenever she’s not with me.”

“Could I borrow her for tonight?” Steph continued with her tease, which Parks found entertaining, but I put a stop to it.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

I walked to the door with him and was about to kiss him good-bye when he stiffened, his eyes glancing down to the jeans I still had on.

“You came over here in those jeans?”