“You are not taking this situation seriously enough,” Mark Bennett said. Parker had stayed out of sight, not sure if Carter wanted him to reveal himself. Not to mention that Parker was just a little intrigued to hear what Talia’s father thought about everything that was going on. Would he understand how his behavior had contributed to the situation? Or was the man so emotionally deficient that he was oblivious to his own misdeeds? From what Talia said, it seemed the latter was the case. And not that Parker didn’t believe Talia or her experiences, seeing the evidence of it, would…would what? Make it more credible. Even Parker didn’t like the place where his thoughts had gone. His only excuse was that he’d been employing the strategy of using multiple accounts in his journalism since university, and it was a hard habit to break. He didn’t even want to entertain the idea that hearing Mark’s side of the story would validate Talia’s. “I thought that story would make her come home
He was about to give up and go walk the streets trying to find her when his phone rang in his hand and he answered without looking at who the caller was. “Talia?” “Carter,” the voice responded slowly. “Why would Talia be calling you? Isn’t she there with you?” Parker growled. “No. She’s not. I came back here, and she was gone.” “Gone? Gone where?” Carter’s voice was scarily controlled and sent a tingle down Parker’s spine. “I don’t know where!” Parker yelled into the phone. “If I knew where she was, do you think I would freak out like this?” Carter exhaled roughly. “We need to find her. Mark just left, but he wasn’t deterred from looking for her. We need to find her before he does. Where would she go? And more to the point, what did you do to her to make her leave?” “This is all on you, arsehole,” Parker spat. “She left because you didn’t tell her about that stupid article.” “You didn’t tell her either,” Carter retorted. “Fine! It was both
Parker groaned as he woke. His neck was stiff and his arm was numb. Once he managed to get his eyes open, he discovered the reason for both. Talia was asleep on his arm and he’d been sleeping sitting up on Dianna’s couch. He took a breath and let his head fall back to the back of the couch. He’d gladly sleep sitting up if it meant waking up with Talia beside him. It was too early to say he was in love, but he had to at least acknowledge that he’d never felt this way about anyone else in his life. He thought he’d been in love before, but it didn’t compare to the way he felt about Talia. Thinking he’d lost her the day before had galvanized something inside him. Love or not, he wasn’t ready to let her out of his life yet. Things weren’t back to normal between them. They couldn’t be. Not yet. Talia was dealing with so much shit from her dad that what he and Carter had done yesterday dented the trust she’d extended to them. He hoped the long talk they had the night before had gon
“Yeah, you can take that ‘but’ and shove it up your arse,” Talia said. “You should have just stopped at ‘you’re not to blame,’ because I am not the one at fault here. They are—the paparazzi are to blame—and you are too. If you had told me what was going on instead of trying to ‘protect’ me—” Talia used air quotes to obnoxiously prove her point— “then I wouldn’t have been so blindsided and we could have come up with an action plan together. But no. You thought you were the only one who could solve this problem, and you proved to me you are just like Dad.” “Hang on one fucking minute,” Carter snapped. came to me, remember? You asked for my help.” “I did,” Talia said. “But I didn’t ask you to take over Dad’s role. I thought you might be able to help me by working with me, not locking me up in a tower, and fighting all my dragons for me. I need an army to back me up, not a hero to go into battle on my behalf.” Carter blinked at her. Talia looked at Parker, who was look
Talia yawned and snuggled into Parker’s shoulder. It was late, and the room was dark, only lit by the light from the television. Carter had left hours ago and although they hadn’t solved the problem at hand—that of dealing with the rumors now circulating about her possible drug problem and probable mental health issues—Talia was content. Being locked away in the apartment with Parker and having access to a plethora of streaming services meant she could deny the rest of the world and exist in the safe bubble that had developed around her. The beauty of streaming services was she didn’t have to see news or current affairs or really anything going on in reality. She could fall into nineteenth-century England with lush set designs and extravagant gowns and escape from her problems while watching how fictional characters dealt with theirs. “Time for bed?” Parker asked, his voice a bit croaky from sleepiness. “Yeah,” she sighed and stretched before standing from the couch. Pa
Talia squeezed her thighs around his head, blocking his ears so that there was nothing and no one else but her, and Parker could not have wished for a better place to be. She came with a shuddering cry, her body pulsating as she rocked against him. Her thighs went lax, and Parker lifted his head to see her face. She had a soft smile and dazed eyes and it was so fucking sexy he couldn’t not kiss her. He crawled up her body and sealed his lips over hers. She kissed him back, opening to him and tangling her tongue with his. “Your turn,” she said as she pushed at him. Parker let her roll him over and watched as she climbed between his legs. “Natal—” he started, but she shushed him and then took his cock in her mouth. Parker groaned as his eyes fluttered shut. “I’m not going to last,” he said, trying desperately not to come in the three seconds she had him in her mouth. Instead of answering him, or pulling off, she hummed, the vibrations ricocheting through hi
Parker didn’t know what to expect when he walked into The Playbook offices the next morning. Carter knew that he and Talia were a couple now and that could mean one of two things; Carter would freeze him out or he would pile shit on him until he was drowning in it. What he didn’t expect was for Carter to treat him as if the revelation of the night before had never happened. Parker sat through the morning meeting waiting for Carter to make a snide comment or totally ignore him, but…neither thing happened. When the end of the meeting came and Carter asked to see Parker in his office, Parker thought for sure Carter was going to tear him a new arsehole. It was with a tiny bit of trepidation that Parker knocked on Carter’s door and opened it. Carter looked up from his computer and glanced at Parker before looking back down at his work. “Take a seat,” Carter said. Parker sat, nerves making his leg bob. He wasn’t scared of Carter, but he did have a level of respect for him. He knew
“As much as I hate to agree with you, I think you’re right. He’s so blinded by his own failings that he sees you as his only way to regain what he lost.” “But I’m a person,” Talia said. “You are,” Parker agreed. “You are smart and intelligent and beautiful and an adult of sound mind. Your only mistake was trusting someone who should have had your best interests at heart, and that’s a mistake any one of us could make.” “But doesn’t that just prove I’m incapable of making my own decisions?” Talia asked. “How do you figure that?” “If I can’t even determine that Mark was someone I shouldn’t have trusted, doesn’t that mean I have impaired decision-making ability?” Parker snorted. “I think you’re overthinking this,” he said. “And I don’t say that to make light of what you’re feeling. You didn’t just fall for some conman, this was your father. If we can’t trust our own parents, who can we trust? Plus, it didn’t happen all at once. It happened over a period of time and by degrees.
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