Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(76)

Oh shit. I thought I’d got away with it. “Yes,” I answered confidently, but my heart was drumming because his eyes were fierce.

He cupped my arse with his big hands, squeezed it hard, and pushed my pelvis into his body. “I will pick you up for work tomorrow morning.”

Oh? Was he going to let me get away with it? “You leave too early,” I moaned, still slightly confused.

His brow rose a touch. “My cock will be aching all night because of my absent girlfriend. I think I should pick you up in the morning. No arguing.” He wanted to pick me up early to f*ck me before work? I could live with that. “If you need anything, call me and I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you.”

He was hesitating to leave. “I have ordered you a takeaway because I know you haven’t eaten.”

“Thanks,” I said for the second time, but he still wouldn’t budge. “Wade.” Saying his name gently got his full attention. “You can leave now.”

“I won’t sleep tonight.” He was trying to make feel guilty, and it was almost comical. In no way did I want him to leave, either, but we couldn’t be glued at the hip.

“I won’t, either.” I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Are you going to let the jeans thing go?”

His smirk was salacious before he walked off. “Like f*ck,” he growled.

Oh God.

“You have it so bad for each other,” Steph piped up, diving into a box of chocolate Maltesers. I jumped down next to her and grabbed a handful of the chocolate balls.

“I know.” I wasn’t even going to deny it.

“Are you in love?”

Contemplating her question had me falling silent. Was I in love? Parks was on my mind day and night, endlessly attacking my brain. When he left me physically, he stayed with me mentally. Moments we shared and conversations we had would play in my head over and over, like an enchanted record. I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t get enough of anything he could offer me. I wanted it all and then some.

“I think I’m falling for him. Massively.”

“Are you scared?”

I sucked at my chocolate and let it slide down my throat before answering honestly. “I’m not scared. And that’s refreshing. Normally, fear is what holds me back. Now that I am trying to conquer that, I can finally start to live. My numbness is thawing, Steph, and I’m allowing myself to feel.”

The brief delay in Steph’s reaction made my head turn. She was crying. “Here we go again,” I teased, pulling a tissue from the Kleenex box on the coffee table.

“I’m just happy for you, f*ck face.”

I nudged her in the shoulder, laughing at her sappiness. “Never mind me, what are we going to do about this baby? Are you keeping it?”

Wounded eyes gave me the answer and also told me she was offended. “Evey, I don’t believe in abortion. It’s not the child’s fault.”

“But…”

“No buts,” she affirmed. Jesus, she sounds like Parks. “I’m keeping it. I just need to figure out dates.” She flopped her head back against a cushion. “I’ve f*cked up.” Her sigh was painful. “And normally that line belongs to you.”


“Steph, all we have to do is find out how far gone you are and go from there.”

“But I cheated on Mathew with Julian, Evey.”

I scolded her with a heavy, honest heart. “Yeah, you’re a f*cking idiot. I mean, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” She sniffled, taking no offense to my harsh words at all.

“So you didn’t tell Julian to wear a condom?” It was like the roles had been reversed. I turned into the mother of the two of us, scolding Steph when originally it would have been the other way around.

“We used one, but what if it split without us knowing?”

I rubbed at my face, exhaustion setting in. “Steph, I know you can act a bimbo, but if Julian wore a rubber, then how on earth is he the dad?”

“Like I just said,” she snapped, “what if it split?”

“Unless you’re one hundred percent sure it didn’t split, then you’re going to have to wait until you’ve had this baby and do a DNA.”

She gasped. “No. It would kill Mathew.”

“You should have thought about that before you let Pencil Dick near you.”

She pushed up from the sofa and snapped again. “Whose side are you on?”

“Yours, you dopey cow. But if you can cheat on a man you love, then you should reap the consequences.”

Then something came to her. “Wait, the first time I slept with Julian, he didn’t come. The second time he wore a condom. Then the last time we did it was when you caught us.”

“But you never finished because of my intrusion?” I shuddered at the thought.

“So if I’m further gone than two weeks, it’s Mathew’s?” She looked over at me desperately. “Tell me my theory is right.”

Racking my brains, I tried to summarise. “If you’re over two weeks, then yes, the baby will be Mathew’s.” I hoped.

She sagged monumentally. “God, I’ve got such a bad head.”

“Steph, whatever happens, know that I’m here for you, okay? Every step of the way. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re going to be a great mum.” For as long as I’d known Steph, I knew she craved to be a mother. She doted on kids and was always dribbling over baby clothes. So I knew when the panic died down, she was going to be ecstatic.