Rosie kept shaking her head in disappointment and Jack felt like a slug. There was nothing worse than getting the ‘I’m disappointed in you’ stare from his mother. He would prefer she yelled at him, quite honestly. “I’m still mad at you for letting her in the apartment,” Jack said, trying to deflect. “You know my rules. No one is allowed in unless I’m here.” “You don’t think I’m a good judge of character?” his mum asked with a raise of her eyebrow. “It’s not that and you know it,” Jack replied. “I have the rule for a reason.” “I know what your reasons are,” Rosie replied. “But I think you’re being a little overprotective in this case. You live in a building that can only be entered with a code or a key. Kara can’t get in here, and there is no way I would let that woman into this apartment. Dianna is harmless and your neighbor, and if it had been anyone else who lives in this building, you wouldn’t have had an issue. If Finn or Parker or Liam, or even Mia or Peyton,
Dianna tried to ignore the banging on her door, but her ingrained manners wouldn’t let her. “Just a minute,” she called out before turning back to the game she was playing. “Hang on a sec, Kid,” she said into her headset. “I’ve got to answer my door.” She pulled off her headset and jumped off the couch. Going a few rounds of a fighting game helped rid her of the frustration caused by dealing with Jack. She slid the elastic band out of her hair and retied the messy bun as she crossed through the living room. It was probably Mia or Peyton, they sometimes came and invited her to dinner on a Friday night, especially if the boys were having poker night. The two friends were nice enough, but they weren’t really into the same things as Dianna, although she appreciated their attempts to include her. One thing Dianna did know was that it couldn’t be some random off-the-street knocking on her door. Carter had been very explicit in his explanation of the building security. Dianna
Dianna left early Monday morning. No, she wasn’t avoiding the whole Jack-coming-out-of-his-apartment thing…she just wanted to be prepared when he arrived at her office. That was her story, and she was sticking to it. As far as her body was concerned, today was a good day. She would never be completely free from pain, but her pain levels were manageable today…better than manageable if that was possible. She felt good—or as good as she could—which was a hell of a thing. It had been a long time since she’d had such clarity of mind, and her body wasn’t fighting her every step of the way. She’d spent the weekend resting. No, not hiding. Resting. It was a legitimate way to spend the weekend considering she’d done a solid week of work and pushed her body on the days when it would really have rather stayed in bed. She even left her apartment once…to exercise. Yeah, that was shocking to her too. Once upon a time, Dianna had loved to run trails and before her body decided it was at war
“Jack,” she said, thankful that her voice sounded normal. “Come in and have a seat. Can we get you anything? Coffee?” “I won’t say no to coffee,” he replied, turning his head to Maria and gracing her with a smile. “I’ll get it,” Maria piped up and Dianna tried not to roll her eyes. “How do you have it?” “A long black will be fine,” he replied, turning back to Dianna and stepping further into the office. “Nothing for me,” Dianna said to Maria’s unasked question. Maria nodded and closed the door as she headed out to get Jack’s coffee. Dianna really wished she’d left the door open. Now she was confined in an office with Jack, and he seemed to take up more space than was possible. She cleared her throat and sat, inviting Jack to do the same. He undid the button of his suit coat and sat opposite her. Dianna gripped the desk to steady herself. He was wearing a suit. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him wear a suit before. He usually wore smart casual to work, or that’s what
“The team has finished with the game and has moved on to the next project, but I’ve asked them to set up the game room for you to see the game and even play it. Today is just about giving you an overview of what the game is about and letting you get a look at the gameplay. Over the next couple of days, we’ll go a little bit more into the background and how the story evolved from the original concept to the final product.” “Sounds good,” he replied roughly. She smiled tightly at him. “We’ll look at the game first, and then I’ll introduce you to the team. Don’t worry too much if they don’t say much. They’re a quiet lot and don’t really like outsiders.” “I can understand that,” Jack said, ruefully. Dianna smirked at him, and that really shouldn’t make him feel good. The elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open. The area they walked out into was like another world entirely from the executive suite they’d come from. The lighting was lower and there were no cubicles or eve
“No, but I don’t think we need to spend quite this much on catering. Who the hell eats crab puffs, anyway? And do we really need this much champagne?” “Oh, I don’t know, Phil, what do you suggest we toast with when the biggest game in the history of this company goes live? Should I just fill everyone’s cups with sparkling water?” Phil shifted in the doorway, crossing his arms as he glared at Dianna. “Are you on your period?” “What the fuck?” Jack said, rising out of his seat and making Phil jump. He obviously hadn’t known anyone else was in here with Dianna. “Who’re you?” Phil asked, his voice hard. “You can’t bring your boyfriends into work, Dianna.” “This is Jack Daniels,” Dianna said, and the snap of her teeth made Jack worry about her dental work. “And he is a reviewer and video game blogger, and he is shadowing me for the week to do a story on the game and the company.” She stretched the last word out as if trying to convey something to Phil. “Yeah, I’m Jack and I tak
Dianna stormed into her office and slammed the door closed before taking a couple of deep breaths. Fucking Phil. Fucking Jack. Dianna did not need Jack to save her from Phil. She had been dealing with the arsehole for long enough that it was just easier if she ignored him. Was it right? Fuck no, but there was no way on God’s green earth that she could ever change Phil’s beliefs, no matter how hard she tried. It didn’t make him any more of an arsehole, and it didn’t make her weak. It made her smart. She didn’t need Phil’s validation to know she was good at her job. The guy probably had the small-dick syndrome, and it made him feel better to belittle the women he worked with. Dianna stood up for herself when it was warranted. She just picked her battles. And now Jack had gone and fucked all that up with his stupid macho-man, chest-beating, I-am-man-let-me-fix-it attitude. Instead of helping her, he’d set her back. Phil might never respect her as long as they worked together, but
Peyton eyed him for a long moment before answering. They’d already passed Jack’s stop and were headed up to Finn’s apartment, but Jack was interested to hear Peyton’s take on it. “I don’t think anyone can truly see their own prejudices unless someone points it out to them. We are the product of our upbringing to some extent and then society has all these other rules and expectations and they are unfortunately skewed towards men. Unless we actively challenge our core beliefs, then I don’t think we can ever see our own flaws.” Jack nodded. “You’re right,” he said. “I always thought that because of who my mother was and being surrounded by my sisters growing up I had a fairly balanced view of equality, but I don’t, not really.” “You can only know what you know,” Peyton said, patting him on the shoulder as the elevator doors opened. “And when you discover something you don’t know you lean into it, even when it makes you feel uncomfortable. Even when it challenges what you’ve known t
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