Finn stalked into Carter’s office and closed the door firmly. Carter looked up from his desk and rolled his eyes. “What now?” “I can’t do it,” Finn said, throwing himself into his customary chair. “She knows, Carter. Peyton knows who I am and what I do. She knows everything.” “Is she the one who punched you?” Carter asked, leaning back in his chair. “No. Seriously? That’s all you can say? I tell you that the fucking gig is up and all you can wonder about is if she has a wicked right hook.” Carter sighed and leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his desk. “So what if she knows?” he said. “You can’t walk away from it now. You have one more post to write, so you say you crashed and burned. Big deal. The readers will eat it up. They’ll identify with you instead of feeling like you’re some God with women who have them eating out of your hand all the time. I don’t see a downside here.” “For fuck’s sake, Carter. Are you really this cold? Peyton is pissed, man. Seriously pis
In Like FinnI Was WrongThe most feared words by any red-blooded male. Admitting you are wrong is one of the hardest things we will ever have to do. But I’m here to tell you that I was wrong. I was wrong about everything.When I started this blog series it was with no small amount of hesitation. I didn’t believe in love. I didn’t believe that you could meet someone and have such a connection with them that being without that person felt unnatural.I didn’t believe in soul mates or forever love.I went into this whole thing with a good dose of skepticism. I wanted to prove everybody wrong. I wanted to show you, dear reader, that it just was not possible to pick someone out of a crowd and make them fall in love with you.I still believe that. It doesn’t matter what you do, you can’t make anyone love you. I still believe that hormones and body chemistry play a big part in finding your mate and connecting with someone. What I wasn’t prepared for was to fall in love with myself.Yes. You
“Peyton! Come on. Just read it.” “No, Mia.” Peyton shook her head, her mouth set in a hard line. “You have to read it,” Mia said, pushing the laptop across the table toward Peyton. “I don’t ‘have to’ do anything,” Peyton replied, “and I can’t believe you are taking his side on this.” “I’m not taking his side,” Mia responded mulishly. “I just think the guy deserves a chance to make it up to you.” “Should I give Dale another chance too?” Peyton asked. “No way,” Mia replied. “What he did was way worse. The guy married another woman. Finn just made a mistake—” “He made a fool of me,” Peyton said. “He lied to me and humiliated me in front of the entire online community.” There was a knock on Peyton’s door, stopping Mia from saying whatever it was she was about to say. Peyton got up and stalked across the apartment, opening the door with an angry wrench of her arm. “What?” A guy stood on the other side - well, she thought it was a guy. His f
There was another knock at the door and Peyton sighed as she went to open it. “Sign here,” a delivery man said as he shoved an electronic do-hickey at her. She scribbled her name with the electronic pen and took the large flat box from the man. She took it into the bedroom and opened it. Inside were layers of tissue paper and a card on top. From Dale, of course. Wear this tonight. I picked it for you. “Oh hell no,” Peyton said as she unwrapped the tissue paper to find a silky red dress complete with sheer red underwear and a pair of red stilettos. “Damn that man has good taste,” Mia said. “I’m not wearing this,” Peyton said. “How dare he even…” She couldn’t finish the sentence she was so mad. How many times had he done this to her? She had always thought it sweet but now she saw it for what it was - a power play. “Hand me the damn skirt and blouse,” she said to Mia. “Let’s go with an unsexy business associate.”Dale stood when Peyton approached his t
“You know I can give you those things, Peyton,” Dale said. “And I do love you, even if you don’t think I do.” Peyton shrugged. “I think you believe you love me and you probably do in your own way, but it’s not enough for me anymore. I want what Brian and Cassie have. I want fireworks and passion and a love that makes your heart beat faster and your breath stall in your chest.” Dale scoffed. “That doesn’t exist Peyton. Nobody has that kind of love.” Peyton knew differently. Peyton had experienced it, as much of a fool as it made her to admit it. Finn had made her feel all those things. Finn had shown her that it was possible to feel that way about someone, even if the feelings weren’t returned. Now that she’d had a taste, she wanted the real thing and she wouldn’t be getting that from Dale. “Yeah, it does,” she said, smiling wistfully. “Oh my God! You’re here!” Peyton looked up at the woman standing by their table, her phone in her hand. Peyton tried to ke
“She said she had to see him face-to-face to make him back off,” Mia said. “I couldn’t get her to even read the blog post so how do we know that she has seen the video?” God. He was such an idiot! Why had he left this all to chance? He should have just gone to her apartment and begged her to let him in so he could explain himself and tell her how he felt. Now his whole extravagant grand gesture would be for nothing. It had seemed like an ideal way to profess his love for her. This whole thing had started because of a video where she had humiliated herself. He thought it only fair that he humiliated himself as a way of showing her that she meant more to him than his reputation or his stupid blog. But by the look of things, it was going to be an entirely empty gesture and she probably wouldn’t even know about it until after the fact. Probably not until she woke up the next morning and his humiliation would be made complete by a special spot on Wake Up, Australia. He could just
A hush fell over the crowd as Peyton stood and looked at Finn. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. She was willingly putting herself in the spotlight for this man even after her recent brush with fame had been so disastrous. People were looking at them, smartphones raised capturing every single moment. She should be running in the opposite direction, but she wasn’t. She was here, ready to face him. Ready to accept what he was offering, regardless of the people standing around and watching. On the cab ride over she had pulled up the blog he had written and read every single word. He had laid himself bare before her and she recognised the man she had fallen in love with in his words. Then she rewatched the video of him appealing to her to meet him in Federation Square. Her heart yearned to be with him. It felt like a physical pull inside her and she had barely restrained herself from urging the cab driver to go faster. But it hadn’t been the words he wrote in the
He kissed her then and everything else just faded away. It didn’t matter that several hundred people were filming the very private moment on their smartphones. It didn’t matter that it would be all over social media within minutes. It didn’t matter that there was a near-deafening roar of the crowd cheering for them. She didn’t even care about the probable media fallout and being stalked by the paparazzi again. None of it mattered because Finn was holding her in his arms and kissing her and her world finally felt like it had been righted and was now spinning on its correct axis.Finn lifted his head to hear the cheers and applause of the gathered crowd. He had completely forgotten that they had an audience and he held Peyton just a little bit closer to try and protect her from the scrutiny of the hundreds of people who had gathered. Maybe doing this in such a public way hadn’t been the smartest idea, especially when all he wanted to do right now was bury himself inside Peyton and
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