Pleasing Mr. Parker Novels & Stories

He was dressed very well. “Boss, Mr. Parker is here as requested.” She said, lowering her gaze off Noah's eyes. “Mr. Parker, please, have a seat.” Noah offered, gesturing towards the chair. When the old man sat down, Noah gave him a kind smile as he sat behind his desk and said, “Thank you for honoring my request.” “Who am I to turn down the request of Dean Black,” Mr. Parker laughed. “I am honored that you think so highly of me... Would you like anything to drink?”

me and you. My orgasm comes right after your words, I squirm in my chair as my tears descend my face. What have I done? What the hell am I doing? Mr. X says: Dalia... are you all right? Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Great, it was perfect, X. You’re awesome! Now I’ll be able to do my tasks more… relaxed. Mr. X says: Ahaahahah, the usual Dahlia. I’m glad you’re back, I missed you, Doce.

Shawn Sadler had arrived first. He wore a light gray shirt and frameless glasses today. His long face did not catch any light, making him seem a bit gloomy. “Jen.” Shawn walked in. He stopped in front of her, wanting to say something, but hesitated. “If you have something to say, sit down.” Jenna gestured with her chin toward the chair opposite her, then looked back down at the apple she was peeling skilfully. The apple skin peeled off in a circle, dropping to the ground.

“That's not for you to decide. Fuck, you haven't even spoken to the kid. No, he's not her boyfriend.” Not caring about what he was going to say next, I walked up to Xavier. “I—i wasn't trying to go inside, I promise.” “Chill, kid. I want to thank you for what you did that day and I want to apologize for my security’s manners.” His shoulders relaxed and his eyes brightened. “I understand, Mr. Blackwell. No need to thank me. Eliana is my friend. Friend's show up for each other.” Such a cool kid.

he nodded again, good I’m glad he was following. “Right now, a little birdie told me about a certain deal you’re about to sign with Mr Parker over here,” I smiled inwardly. Anytime I say the little ‘birdie’ part Jeremy always lets out a grunt, he knows who the little birdie is and I’m sure he hates it. “Ah…yes,” he looked at Mr Parker hesitantly. “I want it,” I told him without beating around the bush. Go straight to the point because I don’t have the whole time of this fucking world.

"Dr. Parker, you're such a good person. I don't think I've properly said thank you... and... I'm sorry." "Hmm?" Dr. Parker was momentarily taken aback. "Why apologize?"

this was interesting, a consultation with a private investigator. Damien pulled up the PI's information. Chester Harlow. Former cop, now running a small investigation firm that specialized in "discreet inquiries." So Karla was investigating something. Or someone. Probably Lyra. Damien made a note to have Marcus dig deeper into what Karla had asked Harlow to find. His phone buzzed. A new message. Marcus: Facial recognition came back. The man who bought the burner phone is Tyler Chen, age 28. Former boyfriend of Karla Nightbane. They dated for two years, broke up four months ago. He works as a mechanic in Philadelphia.

she was happy and excited, almost like the Jamie I used to know before. "Oh! Well, she is my girlfriend as well, and if you wanna repay me, please take care of my Jamie but don't grow feelings for her, she is mine." he was serious but we all burst into laughter, they were cute. Mr. Parker was the second one to take the phone from Paul.

"Fuck. You're wet." "I burn for you," I breathe out. "Hmm." He hitches my mini skirt up and slips his hand beneath the silk of my panties. A curse blossoms on his lips. "So smooth." "I like it smooth. It's cleaner, you know? I know guys don't like having hair in their mouths." Mr. Parker makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a deep, quick breath.

It was time she did the right thing. “Mrs. Parker,” Ethan, Liam’s assistant, rushed in and made his way to Anna’s table. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Mr. Parker couldn’t make it. He’s in the middle of something…” Ethan stopped halfway, and his expression turned awkward as his eyes landed on the TV. “…the truth is that Mr. Parker never actually planned to show up.” “I figured.” Anna pursed her lips and pointed at the chair opposite her right as the waitress came back with a fresh cup of coffee. “Ethan, please have a seat.”