Present DayParker slowly opened the door to his apartment and stuck his head inside. He could smell her. In the three weeks since she had been living in his apartment, Talia Jane had permeated his entire space. He didn’t know if it was her deodorant, her shampoo, body wash, or body lotion, but there was a distinct ‘otherness’ about the smell in his apartment…and that otherness wasn’t limited just to the smell, either. The very fabric of the atmosphere in his home had changed. Parker had grown up in a male household. He and his two brothers were the apples of his parents’ eyes. Fathers’ eyes, as in two fathers. He and his brothers were biological siblings, and one of their fathers was biologically their uncle, but Parker, the youngest, had been too young to remember his biological parents. They died when he was a baby and his dads had adopted all three of them. There had been controversy at the time, his uncle was, after all, a gay man living in an openly gay relationship when th
Parker took a breath. He couldn’t argue with her. She was right. But at the same time, didn’t she have a responsibility to those girls who looked up to her?Talia tightened her arms around herself and pressed her lips together in an attempt to stop herself from saying anything more. She might be making perfectly valid points…but it wasn’t like Parker would listen to a word she said. He was a man, after all. She bet he probably hadn’t had to sit through lectures about carrying his keys in his hand on his way to his car or house so they could be used as a weapon if he was attacked. He also probably hadn’t been made to kneel on the ground so a teacher could check the length of his shorts. And someone had probably never sent him home from school because he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. Okay, she hadn’t had those things happen to her either—she had never attended school—but her characters had. Her characters had been subjected to those humiliations and made to feel like she was the
Parker stood in the kitchen, keeping out of the firing range of Talia and Carter. He was torn. His journalistic persona was lapping up the inside information he was hearing, but the more human side of him was struggling with the same information. “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Talia yelled for about the fiftieth time since she’d come out of her room. “Calm down—” “Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down,” she spat at Carter. “That arsehole just violated so many privacy laws that I want to throat punch him and then kick him in his inconsequential ball sac.” “No, he didn’t,” Carter said with a sigh. “What?” Talia’s voice was low and controlled, but that was what made it so alarming. “You’re both celebrities—” “So that means he has the right to talk about our sexual relationship and even release photos of me, and it’s okay? Isn’t there a revenge porn law or something? I’m sure I remember reading about something like that.” Talia’
Parker entered the conference room and slumped into his seat. Another night of very little sleep, but at least this time it wasn’t because he had a hard-on for his roommate. He still had a hard-on for his roommate—that pretty much went without saying—it just wasn’t the cause of his sleepless night this time. No. That honor belonged to Coby Thorn and what Parker would like to do to the little shit if he ever got his hands on him. “Look who decided to turn up,” Finn said, smirking at Parker. Parker lifted his chin in greeting, giving Finn a smirk of his own. “Long time, no see, bro,” Liam said, nudging his shoulder. “Yeah. I’ve been busy.” Jack looked at him across the large conference table but said nothing. The last time he’d seen Jack, he had been a little manic. It actually surprised him Jack hadn’t come knocking on his door to find out what was going on. Finn, Liam, Jack, Carter, and Parker were all best friends who’d met at university. Parker and Liam were the youngest
“Yeah, but it’s so tiny, it might be too small of a target,” Parker replied. Talia snorted out a laugh. Shit. Had she even laughed in the past three weeks? She tossed the dart, missing his Coby’s eye but getting it in his ear. “That was just a practice one,” she said, lining up another dart. She tossed her second one and missed the board completely; the dart hitting the door and dropping to the ground. “Oops.” Parker crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Have you never thrown darts before?” he asked. “Hello?” she snarked. “Child actor who wasn’t allowed to do anything that wasn’t written in a script.” Parker looked at her for a moment, shock registering in his eyes for a brief moment before he hid it. Fuck. It was true but, even so, she didn’t need to tell everyone just how shitty her life had been. Okay, so maybe compared to other people’s lives, her life wasn’t really shitty, but tell that to a preteen girl who had to diet constantl
“Are you insane?” Parker hissed when Talia left to shower. “I don’t know what you’re so upset about. This was your idea.” “My idea was to introduce Talia to the other members and their significant others, not ambush her and back her into a corner. And why my place? Why not yours?” “I thought this would be more comfortable for her,” Carter replied, pacing. “Has she even left the apartment since she’s been here?” Parker shook his head. “Not that I know of, but I don’t know what she gets up to when I’m at work.” Carter huffed out a breath. “What?” Parker asked, his eyebrows drawing together in concern. Carter was behaving very un-Carter-like, and it was freaking him out. Carter exhaled roughly and threw his hands in the air. “I don’t know what else to do. My dad is breathing down my neck. The press is treating this like a major national security breach, and Talia is not herself. I’m worried.” Dread thickened in Parker’s gut. If Carter was openly ad
Talia unconsciously positioned herself behind the couch, putting a barrier between her and whoever was on the other side of the door. Logically she knew it wasn’t Mark, but her anxious brain didn’t understand logic of any kind. That knock on the door was a threat, and the biggest perceived threat in her life right now was Mark. Parker was the first to respond, sighing and dropping his head for a moment before crossing to the door. Carter remained standing where he was, not even looking at her. She couldn’t get a read on him or understand what he was trying to do. Sure, she was the one to reach out to him in a drunken daze, but he could have simply dropped her off at Mark’s house and wiped his hands off her and the problems she was causing. Besides the fact he kept sending her mixed messages, and she didn’t know whose side he was on—hers or Mark’s. Parker opened the door and Talia took a deep breath, stealing herself against the stares she knew were bound to come. Her Talia J
“So let Parker write something,” Finn said as if he was making a completely rational argument. “He could help your case.” “That’s my fucking sister you’re talking about,” Carter spat. “Yeah, well, you had no compunction about using Peyton’s situation to your advantage,” Finn retorted. “That’s different—” “It’s really not,” Peyton said. Carter threw his hands in the air and paced away from the group. “What do you think, Parker?” Liam asked, looking his way. “It’s your blog and your audience. What’s your gut feeling?” Parker sighed. “I’ve already had emails asking me about it,” he replied. “And a few comments on the blog.” They’d been arsehole comments, and he’d deleted them immediately. Some things had been completely against the terms and conditions of the blog, besides the fact he never wanted to be associated with anyone who thought such horrendous things. “If I’m honest, and if it was anyone other than Talia, then I probably would have a
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