It was probably for the best, anyway. She didn’t think she could keep working with Darius and Liam, not after what had gone down. She was monumentally peeved with Darius and Liam…? Well, she was hurt and confused and angry and too many things to even verbalize. She just knew that continuing to work with him would be akin to torture and a masochist she was not. She walked into Liam’s office. “Close the door and take a seat,” he said. She closed the door but turned to face him. “I’d rather stand if you’re going to sack me,” she said. “What? Why would I sack you?” Mia shrugged. “You said we were over. I assumed that meant my job as well.”Liam stared at Mia. Had she really thought he would fire her? “Sorry to steal your thunder,” she said. “But go on, get it over with.” “Mia,” he said, trying to keep his voice soft out of respect for her hangover. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her look so rough. Not even first thing in the morning when she was all sleep-rumpled. But despit
“We both agreed because what other option did I have? You had all the power here, Liam, can’t you see that? I was naïve and yeah, immature to think that we could be anything more than just coworkers who slept together on the sly. I want more than that. I want someone who wants all of me, not just the bits in secret. I want someone who will come to family dinner and not be scared off by my brothers. I want someone who isn’t embarrassed to be seen with me or introduce me to his friends. I want someone who isn’t ashamed of being seen with me. I deserve that. I deserve more than you’re willing to give.” “You’re wrong Mia,” he said, his heart cracking open painfully. “I’m willing to give you all that and more. I don’t want us to sneak around anymore either. I want all of you. I love you.” “And how do I know that’s not just a line?” she asked. “Sure, you want all of me, but not yet. We need to wait until the internship is over or we need to wait until this whole thing with Darius
“I don’t see why I have to fucking do this,” Darius cursed, hands on hips and a petulant scowl on his face. “You’re doing it because I said so,” Mia replied, her stance matching Darius’. “And because you owe me.” “My fitness regime doesn’t need a makeover,” he continued to grouse. “I work out every day. I have strength and conditioning coaches weight training coaches and health and nutrition experts. I don’t He said the last with a distasteful sneer, eyeing the yoga instructor who sat on her mat at the head of the room with and serene smile on her face and then casting a quick glance over his shoulder at the ever-present photographer. “Yeah well you might have all those things, but our readers don’t. They can’t afford to be pampered by a team of professionals and believe it or not, doing a class or two of yoga might actually be good for you.” “Yoga is for new age hippies not professional athletes like me.” “It’s one mother-trucking class,” Mia gritted out through clenched te
Liam collapsed onto his back with relief. He needed to up his workouts if he was feeling so exhausted after one yoga class. He should also probably lay off the booze. It had become his crutch over the last few days…months if he was honest. Since the very first night he spent with Mia, he had found it almost impossible to sleep without her beside him. Then with all the shit with Jonathon and all the family skeletons coming out of the closet, it was easier to drown it all with the welcoming numbness of alcohol. Since reconnecting with Mia, he hadn’t slept so well or so soundly as when he spent the night in her bed. Of course, he’d fucked that up too, so now he was back to drinking himself to sleep. Maybe he should try working out instead of drinking. It would probably do more for him than the alcohol ever did. Someone kicked his leg and he blinked open his eyes to look at Frankie scowling down at him. “Did you fall asleep?” “Of course not,” Liam said, sitting up and feeling every
“I don’t know what you were thinking, getting involved with that boy,” Maria groused as she stirred the pot on the stove. “He’s no good, Mia. He’s trouble. You’re a good girl and you shouldn’t be anywhere near him. Do you know what the ladies in my knitting group have been saying about you? Do you? Huh? No, of course, you don’t because you don’t care. You don’t care about me being able to hold my head up high with my friends. You only think of yourself—” “Enough, Ma,” Mia growled. She had been getting the same refrain over and over again since the moment she walked in the door. Not to mention the phone calls she’d received from her mother during the week. Mia had stopped answering them after the third one, but that hadn’t stopped Maria from leaving long and detailed voice messages about what a disappointment Mia was and how selfish she was to not think about her family and her mother’s reputation in the community. “I already told you five hundred times, that I am not seeing Dariu
Maria whirled around, her hands on her hips and her brow scrunched. “And what is so wrong with that? What is so terrible about a mother wanting her daughter to be happy? What is so wrong about a mother wanting the best for her daughter?” “That’s not the point,” Mia replied, her voice rising. It was usually at this point she backed down. When her mother started laying the guilt on it was Mia’s cue to cease and desist, but Mia didn’t feel like making nice right now. Mia wanted to fight. All the things she’d been feeling over the last few days, coupled with all the years her family treated her like a little girl without an intellectual thought in her head, bubbled and swirled together inside her until she felt like the top of her head was about to explode like a volcano. She was pretty sure steam was coming out of her ears and her eyes were swirling cesspools of anger. Mia had had enough. “The point, Mother,” she said through gritted teeth, “is that my definition of what would
Loud banging on the door of Liam’s apartment failed to garner more than a disinterested look toward the offending noise. Liam was deep in his cups. He snorted. What a stupid and yet completely valid description of just how drunk he was. After being cruelly tortured in yoga class, he was determined to cut down on his drinking…it hadn’t lasted long. Working beside Mia and knowing he royally fucked up any chance with her was doing all sorts of shitty things to his brain and rational reasoning. Alcohol helped too, if not to silence then at least dull the voices in his head. He didn’t need to hear just how much of a dickhead he was. He knew. And working beside her day in and day out, breathing in her scent and feeling the subtle warmth of her body as her arm brushed he was more torture than any person should have to deal with. The banging started again and when he still didn’t get off his arse to answer it, or even acknowledge whoever it was banging the shit out of his door, it burst ope
“That’s like four months away,” Liam moaned. “I can’t wait that long. Her internship finishes in just under a fortnight. Once she leaves I doubt I’ll ever see her again.” “You could dedicate one of your blogs to her,” Finn said. “No,” Liam replied. They’d been going around in circles brainstorming ways to fix his monumental fuck but as yet they were no closer to a solution. “You need a grand gesture, mate,” Parker said. “A public declaration.” “Yeah, no,” Liam replied. “I think that would embarrass her more than make anything. She hated all the attention she got for being photographed with Darius.” He shot a glare at Carter. “I don’t think public declarations are her thing.” “You keep shooting down every idea we’ve come up with,” Jack said. “You know her better than any of us, what do you think she’d want?” “If I knew that then I wouldn’t be sitting here with you idiots,” Liam growled. “Now, now, hang on,” Carter said. “You’ve been working beside her for weeks now.”
6 months later“Are you ready for this?” Anthony asked as they stood outside the courtroom. Talia nodded and gripped Parker’s hand. The judge had called them back in for the verdict on Mark’s trial and she couldn’t deny she was nervous. The weeks spent preparing for the trial and then sitting through the witness statements and being cross-examined by an aggressive defense attorney who made her out to be some sort of diva and ungrateful bitch who was somehow ripping off the father who had done everything for her had taken its toll. And the media beat-up was just as bad. However, not all the media had been on her father’s side. Talia had discovered she had far more supporters than she’d thought. Her fans—the true fans—had gathered in force to support her and she loved them for it. Not enough for her to consider going back into acting, but enough that going through the trial had been bearable. But if not for the constant and unwavering support of Parker, Talia didn’t think she woul
Parker rolled his eyes as he took her hand and stood. “Seal the deal?” “Isn’t that what you said earlier?” He shook his head, his grin still in place. “No, I said celebrate.” “Okay, good. Let’s do that then.” Parker grabbed her and lifted her up, making Talia squeal. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. Stumbling, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed with a flourish, making her squeal again. “I feel like we need champagne and strawberries or something,” Parker said, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. “You mean like pouring champagne in my belly button and licking it out?” Talia asked, lifting her shirt to reveal her navel. Parker cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm…that’s something to think about for a later celebration,” he said. Talia pouted. Parker held up his hands. “I don’t have any champagne on hand,” he protested. “Then I’ll just have to
“You called Isaac,” Parker said when he walked into the apartment. Talia looked up at him and bit her lip. “I did,” she said. “But before you get mad, I didn’t say anything about what happened. And I did it because I knew you wouldn’t say anything to defend yourself.” Parker sighed. “I’m not mad,” he said, walking over to where she was seated, working on her miniature diorama. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m grateful. Thank you. What you said to Isaac helped.” Talia grinned up at him. “So, they’re going to let you do the article?” Parker nodded. “They are.” “That’s so great,” Talia replied. “So it all worked out.” Parker pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. “Things have worked out for me, but what about you? What are your plans now? Without Mark controlling your every move, you can do anything you want.” Talia dropped her head and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I wan
Talia pulled back from the kiss. “Don’t you think it was pretty selfish of me not to sacrifice myself for you?” she asked. “No,” he said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “What you did wasn’t selfish, it was survival. There’s a difference. Me expecting you to sacrifice yourself for my job would have been selfish. Are you doing what you need to in order to survive? Not selfish. Not in the slightest.” “It feels selfish,” she mumbled, leaning her forehead against his. “I feel like I need to do something to make it up to you.” Parker cupped her face. “Talia,” he whispered. “This is not some quid pro quo thing. There will be times when you will save me. I have no doubt about it. That’s how relationships work. It’s swings and roundabouts. There is no big tally sheet in the sky and nobody is keeping score.” “I just don’t want you to feel resentful—” Parker cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss. “How could I be resentful of the fact that I get to have you in my l
“She’s asleep,” Parker said, coming into the living room from his bedroom where Talia had finally succumbed to sleep. He slumped onto the couch beside Stephen and laid his head on his father’s shoulder. Anthony looked over at him from where he was sitting, going through some paperwork on his laptop, and Carter paced, not able to sit still. “I take it the article came out,” Parker said. “Yeah,” Carter replied with a sigh as he raked his hand through his hair. “It’s going to do us some damage,” Parker said. “Maybe,” Carter said with a shrug. “Maybe not.” Parker frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “It gets your name out there,” he replied. “It will drive people to your blog.” “Fucking hell, Carter,” Parker exploded, jumping to his feet. “Seriously? You think this is a good thing?” “I didn’t say that,” Carter replied. “I just said it wasn’t necessarily damaging to us.” “And what about Parker asked. “The article would have tanked that de
Anthony had filed a police report as soon as he arrived in the city. “Their hands are tied,” Anthony said with a sigh. “There is no evidence of force and as she recently hid from the public because of a scandal, we have nothing to say she isn’t doing it again because of the latest issue.” “But can’t they force her to at least speak with them? To check that she’s okay?” Parker asked. “As far as they’re concerned, she has just gone into hiding again,” Anthony reiterated. “Until we have something to say otherwise, they can’t do anything. This has the potential to be a high-profile case because of who she is, so if they make a big deal about it and it turns out to be something innocent, it might blow up in their faces.” “That’s bullshit,” Parker growled, pushing up from his seat to pace around the room. He hated that he was sitting there doing nothing while Talia was trapped in her father’s house. It was torture to know where she was and yet not be able to get to
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Talia said. After Mark’s big reveal the night before, Talia had been left to sleep off the effects of the sedative he’d given her. The fucking bastard. He’d locked her door so she couldn’t get out and the window was too far from the ground for her to escape that way. Not without breaking something, anyway. Which Talia wouldn’t have minded, except with the way she’d been feeling, the thing that got broken might very well be her head, and she was kind of attached to it being in one piece and remaining on her shoulders. So Mark had stalked her and Parker and then kidnapped her and drugged her and imprisoned her and he was under the impression that he was perfectly within his rights to do so. “I’m doing this for you,” Mark said. “Your mental health is at stake here.” “The only threat to my mental health is your arsehole behavior,” Talia snapped. They were sitting in the sunny kitchen at the table and Mark was trying to pretend that it
Carter clicked his fingers. “The original photos, the ones that were taken when you took her out to look at the miniature street art.” Carter turned to Parker. “You were in some of those photos. Your face was blurred, but that could have been done after the fact.” “So he’s been following me?” Parker asked. “You and Carter. Both would be my guess,” Jack said. “So he’s been following us, but how did he know I was sending a car to pick her up?” Parker asked. “Have you noticed anyone following you?” Carter asked. Parker shook his head and then paused. “What?” Carter asked. “What’s that look?” “It’s probably nothing,” Parker said. “Just say it,” Carter said. “I was speaking to Talia just before I went into the meeting he said. “When I hung up from the call, I bumped into a guy…you don’t think…nah. It can’t be. This isn’t some espionage movie.” “Could he have overheard your conversation?” Jack asked, leaning back in his chair and looking up
Parker was on a high. By all accounts, Atticus was on board with his proposal. Isaac just wanted to check in with the rest of the band before giving him a definitive answer. That was fine with Parker. Things would go much more smoothly if everyone was in agreement. The last thing he wanted was a hostile environment and if any of the members had misgivings about the proposal, then he would walk away. It would hurt, but he would do it. For this to work—for everyone involved—there had to be open communication and a willingness to participate. Without that, Parker may as well give up now. He climbed into his car, cursing the parking ticket and flapping on his windscreen. Getting out again, he grabbed it from under the windscreen wiper and shoved it into his glove compartment. The Playbook could pay for that. It was the price of doing business, after all. He turned the music up loud as he navigated through the heavy traffic toward his apartment building. He couldn’t wait to tell Ta