Pleasing Mr. Parker の小説・ストーリー

He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, pretending to be casual, but his eyes are glued to Jax like he’s trying to memorise this exact moment down to the way the kid’s hair sticks up at the back. Parker makes a soft, broken sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He ducks his head, scrubbing a hand over his face like something’s in his eye. It’s not. I can feel his joy through the bond, bright and disbelieving and so big it barely fits inside him. “Sunshine wolf,” he half laughs. “That’s… yeah. I can live with that.” And me?… I feel like my heart is about to swell right out of my chest.

“I apologize for our lateness.” “Nonsense! I came a bit too early myself.” Mr. Parker said with a smile. “This is my daughter, Ellen Parker.” He introduced and she smiled, “Good day Mr. Steele,” she greeted with a bow, “Sincere condolences on your loss.” “Thank you very much, my dear.” A waiter came around and took their orders. “I must say you have a well mannered and beautiful daughter.” Mr. Parker smiled, “Of course, and you, a delightful son.”

As expected, Dr Parker was the first to reach out. “Hello Emily, I'm Duran Parker.” He introduced himself. “Well, Dr DURAN Parker, but people call me Doc.” He smiled. “Welcome Doc, this would not have been possible without you.” She said and smiled. “Sure, it wouldn't have. But put in mind that I will always be too ready to assist my son here on other future projects, especially if he has you on it.” I saw Emily give an uncomfortable smile before readjusting her face.

Someone who would look right at the right events and create the right impression and not cause problems. And Clara had ticked every box. I had married her because it made my parents happy and she also wasn't one to talk, so I could keep living my soft life and everyone gets to be happy. I had not expected her to have opinions, or…or even expected her to want things. I had not expected, frankly, any of this. ***** And then there was the other problem. Cameron Tucker. My PI had sent me the file three days ago. He was a former professional basketball player, I wonder what he saw in Clara.

Inner Devil: 'Look at this manager. His hairline’s retreating faster than his customer service.' Inner Devil 2: 'Someone get this man a helmet. He just poked a dragon with a toothpick.' “You’re standing on the edge of unemployment,” Kenneth said, voice low and icy. “I paid half a million dollars for this honeymoon, and this is the service you’re proud of? Keep talking and you’ll be demoted so fast you’ll be unclogging sewage lines with a plastic fork. And that’s if I’m feeling merciful.”

Elias got his Alpha title, though, so maybe she's really dead. While I was getting ready, Parker walked in our room. He smiled when he saw me, reminding me of how gorgeous he is. Whenever he touches me, the sparks were too much to hide. I would want to instantly drop to my knees and give him one of the best blowjobs that I could muster up. But then, the memory kept on replaying in my mind, killing my mood each time. I don't know how he hasn't exploded as yet. His willpower is strong, I tell you. "Hey beautiful, heading off to somewhere?" Parker asked, as he wraps his arms around me. I smiled and nodded my head.

That can’t be good. “Mr. Parker, I suggest you take a seat.” “How. The. Fuck. Is. My. Wife?” I gritted, stepping in his space. Might have as well punched him in the jaw if he didn’t start talking anytime soon. He visibly paled, a swallow working down his throat. “She is fine.” He blurted. “Unconscious but out of danger.” He paused. That however wasn’t the end of it. I felt an unwanted ‘but’ approaching. That alone left a sour taste. I nervously held my breath. How bad could it be?

“Nice observation, hum…” “Parker. Mr. Parker and this is my son Chester.” He says pointing at the boy working towards them. “We've been living here since his mother died. People don't usually come here. Imagine my surprise when I wake up seeing a man standing beside the waterfall,” he chuckles. “Come inside, Detective. It is freezing out here.” ***

"Did Mr Elvis not notice what was going on at his desk?" "He didn’t!" exclaimed Angela as if she had just gotten a lottre. Her dark eyes grew bigger on her small lids when she felt that she was as surprised as what had happened to her. “Mr. Elvis does not know or may not be aware that the photo frame has disappeared from his desk. When I finally apologized to him about my carelessness, he only glanced at me and then nodded indifferently. There was absolutely no anger in his eyes. Instead, he asked me to buy a new photo frame to replace it. Isn't that weird? Even so, Mr. Elvis has always been overprotective of all the belongings of the late Mrs. Sarah?"

Sorry for the errors. I want to drop updates quickly, I didn't check it carefully. Hoping for you understanding and thank you for your continous support. luvluv! ♡ ***Q POV*** Then, I remembered he told me there are people inside his office and he didn't mention any of their names. Is he hiding something from me? Maybe his woman was in his office earlier. Damn it! Am I being cheated on again? Why am I always being betrayed?