Dianna tried to ignore the pain as she cleaned her apartment. She stripped the bed, scrubbed the bathroom, and even put away her clean laundry. She was nervous about the coming evening; nervous and excited. She had to keep moving, or she thought she would go insane. And still, the pain built. It didn’t help that she pushed herself and ignored the warning signs. She fought back the desire to collapse on the couch and rest. Her brain was too busy to rest, and she wanted her apartment to be spotless for when Jack arrived. She couldn’t relax, no matter how much her body demanded it. The day seemed to crawl by, which was good in one respect—it gave her all the time she needed to clean her house—but it was also bad because it wound her body up in a tight spiral of anxiety. Yes, she’d slept with Jack before, but this felt different. This was planned, not spontaneous like it had been last time. Jack was coming over for sex and there was no way she could paint a different picture. Th
“I like that look in your eye,” he said as he crawled onto the bed between her thighs. “What look?” she asked. “The one that tells me you want me as much as I want you.” His hot mouth found her nipple through the sheer lace of her bra and Dianna let her head fall back and a moan escaped her lips. “I do,” she replied. Her shoulder stiffened. Holding the position was hard and the pain was stealing her attention, so she let herself fall slowly back to the bed, reducing the strain and relieving the ache. Jack followed her down, a low growl of approval in his throat. It hummed against her skin and sent a flood of warmth through her body. Her aches and pains dulled, not completely disappearing, but ebbing away to the background of her mind while those wonderful, lusty hormones overran her nervous system. Again Dianna wished she could produce a synthetic equivalent to use for pain relief. Jack nipped her with his teeth and lifted his head. “Where’d you just go?”
report. Dianna groaned. She ached. Her entire body ached. Even her hair ached. She laid still and tried to catalog everything, sorting out what was genuine pain and what was just pain from lying in one position too long. A soft snore from beside her made her eyes fly open, and she slowly turned her head to see Jack. He was still sound asleep, his lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks and hiding those grey eyes she loved so much. This would be the bit in the story when all her pain miraculously disappeared as she looked at the man she’d fallen in love with…but no. Dianna wished it was that easy. She wished a magic penis could take away all her pain, or an earth-moving orgasm could heal her defective body. She may have moments while in the throes of passion where her pain receded, but there was nothing and no one who could take it away completely. And she was okay with that. Actually, no. She wasn’t okay with that, but she had made her peace with it at least.
“Kara,” Celine said with a growl. “I get that she’s sick, but she really messed Riley up, you know?” Jack frowned. “Did something happen last night?” Celine waved his concern away. “No, he was fine. A little quiet at first, but he actually handled it better than I expected. I just mean...the way Kara has been in and out of his life has got to affect him.” “Yeah,” Jack said, running his hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. “Which is why I’m concerned about bringing Dianna into the mix. He’s had enough women leave him in his life—” “One woman, Jack,” Celine said. “And I’m a little offended that you don’t credit me and Mum and Tamara and Krista for sticking by you and being constants in Riley’s life.” Jack blinked up at his sister. She was right. He’d spent so long thinking women, in general, couldn’t be trusted when he’d had these four amazing women sticking steadfastly in his life. They had never let him down, not like Kara had. In fact, Kara was the only w
With the launch only a week away, Dianna had very little time to spend with Jack. They managed a couple of dinners together with Riley, but they were often cut short because she had work she needed to do. The interest in Paper Gate had increased exponentially with Jack’s articles and then the other bloggers and YouTubers who’d gained access in the week before launch. All that interest and attention only made Dianna’s stress load heavier. She struggled to keep focussed when what she really wanted to do was run around in circles pulling at her hair and screaming at the top of her lungs…okay, maybe that wasn’t what she really wanted to do. No. What she really, really wanted to do was burrow under her covers and hide from the world. Why the hell had she put herself in this position? When Dianna originally pitched the game to Mason, she’d thought it would go the way of all the other games under the Black Sheep banner. No individual game designer was singled out for attention. That wo
Jack took in her pale skin, so translucent he could see the blue cast of her veins beneath it. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she moved jerkily as she tried to sit up revealing an open bottle of pills beneath her body. “What the fuck, Dianna,” he growled, jumping away from her. Flashbacks of seeing Kara in similar states had him backing away from Diana as his anger built, overtaking his panic and worry. Dianna squeezed her eyes closed and groaned as she tried to lever herself up to a sitting position. She slumped back against the vanity, her eyes still closed and her breathing labored. “I’m…sick,” she whispered. Jack snorted. “Sick? Or high?” She opened her eyes and frowned up at him. “High?” He reached over her and flung open the medicine cabinet, revealing her bottles and packets of medication. “High,” he growled. “Are you on drugs, Dianna?” He slammed the cabinet doors and turned away from her, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of what he was se
Jack was moping. Not that he would admit it. As far as he was concerned, he was behaving perfectly rationally. Holing up in his apartment for the rest of the weekend was perfectly fine. Other people did it all the time. Besides, he was working. He had one final article to write for The Playbook, and then he had to do a live stream as JJ and the Kid for his other YouTube channel. Carter had managed to reschedule the interview with Thomas Blayne, but it wasn’t for another month. Carter was pissed about it, but Jack didn’t really care. It was extenuating circumstances and really, this was all Carter’s fault. All of it, not just the missed interview. The whole fucking mess Jack now found himself in could be laid at the feet of Carter. If he hadn’t bought Dianna into the building, Jack wouldn’t be sitting in his apartment in the middle of the night nursing a tumbler of scotch and pretending he didn’t have a broken heart. Fucking Carter. He said he’d done a thorough background check.
Fran put the brush down and put her hands on her hips. “I didn’t want to say anything before,” Fran said, “but this has gone on long enough. You need to stop this. You hurt your ankle two years ago. Your ankle. And now you can’t do your own hair? How does that even work? How can your injured ankle stop you from lifting your arms to brush your hair? I know you’ve always believed we give your brother more attention than we give you, but this is an extreme way to get us to notice you, Dianna.” “You think I’m doing this to get attention?” Dianna asked, although she already knew it was the truth. Hadn’t she always known her mother didn’t believe her diagnosis? “That fibromyalgia-whatever nonsense your doctor was talking about is not even a real thing. It’s all in your head and he’s just humouring you. Half those drugs he’s got you on are probably nothing more than those sugar pill things they give people.” “Placebo,” Dianna mumbled. “They’re called placebos and you think my doctor is
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