Parker Rooney Now Novels & Stories

Charlotte said angrily with a long face. I was a bit confused and had no idea what happened, "Mrs. Parker, what are you talking about? I don't understand." "Stop acting in front of me? Nowadays, there are countless photos of you and Luke online, and your affair is the trending topic! Do you still want to deny it?" I was shocked by what she said. I quickly took out my phone. As soon as I saw the news, my face turned pale instantly. "Surprise! The daughter of the president of Watson Pharmaceutical privately dates with the assistant president of the Parker Group!"

Parker, who rushed in and shouted at them to stop. "Dr. Lawson, stop this at once! Ryan… suffered a heart attack yesterday and passed away."

I moved to the couch to let them have their turn. "Are you guys ready?" Parker asked, rubbing the center of his palm with his thumb- something he did when he was nervous. "Your plan may actually work, so I'm so glad I never stopped you from watching all those spy movies." Drake told Parker. "You tried, but I kicked your ass." Parker raised his chin in triumph. "No you didn't." Drake was visibly annoyed. "Yes, I did."

Sage had sent the divorce papers, and I was expecting a child with the woman who was responsible for so many bad things that had happened in my life. The call ended before I could see the caller. I groaned and squinted my eyes slowly, then glanced at the phone. It was Parker. Parker never called unless he had news for me. Before I dialed his number, he called back. “I’m currently in front of a private hospital at the outskirts of town.” He said. A slight frown creased my brow. “And? Did something happen?” I wondered if he went on his undercover tasks and encountered an accident.

The scent of coffee, honey and cinnamon hits before we even step through the door. Inside, Parker is at the stove seasoning a giant pan of porridge like he is auditioning for a wholesome cooking show. His hair is stuck up in every direction, and he seems different somehow, but I can’t put my finger on it. He is wearing sweatpants and one of my shirts. Why is he wearing my shirt? I stare at him. “Morning.” “Good morning,” he says, way too cheerfully. Ryder smothers a laugh. Remy shifts back and immediately blurts, “What happened to you?”

Parker cleared his throat over the mic. "May I have your attention, please? I am delighted that everyone could join us for this celebration." I saw Mrs. Parker standing beside him with a sweet smile. She noticed me standing next to Adrian and her smile widened. "It's been almost 27 years since I married this beautiful woman, and it was one of the best decisions of my life," Mr. Parker said, holding Mrs. Parker's hand. "We also have a very special announcement. Today, our son Adrian Parker is going to begin a new phase of his life," he continued, and Adrian excused himself, walking toward the stage.

“Hallmark in Bay Point?” “Yes, ma'am.” “Wow, we are so close by,” she put her tablet on the coffee table in front of them. “I'm in Berkeley.” He nodded. “So, how are you doing, Parker?” She asked. “It's been a long time?” “I am fine,” he gave her a disarming smile. “And you?” “I am fine, thank you.” “Where are you flying to?” he asked, picking up one of the entertainment magazines on the coffee table.

Parker mentions about his fiancée and being soon to be a father. “So, when is the wedding of the century?” My head snaps to my left. “You’re not my best man, asshole,” I whisper to Xandry. “I know, but I wouldn’t care to be a flower boy.” “Flower boy?” “A ring bearer then?” “Not a chance.” “Wow, you really change, Pyke. Are you sure you don’t want another pussy?” “For Christ’s sake,” I hiss, laughing inwardly. “Just kidding.”

Ivy didn’t see Parker anywhere. She’d forgotten Heath’s comment about Parker’s different appearance. Wasn’t he working here to organize their entrance and schedule today’s events? What family gathering scheduled events? Kathy wasn’t helpful either. She’d never seen Parker. However, Jones had gone ahead. Ivy would have walked past Parker otherwise. Gone was the professional Parker. Standing there talking to Jones was Parker. With midnight blue hair, hand-painted leather black moto-jacket, and motorcycle boots. He looked like a punk with a chain attaching his wallet to his belt.

Once I fixed things with Lana, and we mated, everything would be perfect. "Thank you. Congratulations on the baby, man. I know you guys were wanting it for a couple years." I said, thinking about Lana and imagining what she must have looked like when she was carrying Maddie. I would give anything to have seen that. "Thank you, but that leads me to the next topic at hand." Parker shifted in his seat, leaning back with his hands connected over his stomach and his elbows on the arms of the chair. "We thought it was finally a good time for a baby. Everything was calm, but now all this shit with the rogues is happening."