Chapter 4:Never again

Parker’s POV

“What was that?!” Cassie’s voice is too loud and she last thing I need tonight.

I take a sip of the whiskey I had gotten from the bar and I stare out the window.

“That was humiliating babe, she looked at me like I wasn’t meant to be there” she’s whining now.

But she wasn’t and I had told her specifically not to come but she had come expecting everyone to welcome her with open arms.

My friends didn’t like her, that much was certain.

“I can’t stand her” she says and I tense.

“Let’s end this” I cut her off, dropping the glass on the cup holder.

She stops mid sentence and stares at me. “You’re fucking joking Parker”

We had a nice run, what was it ? 5 months?, longer than anything I’d had so far.

“No I’m not Cassidy, you’re really starting to piss me off and tonight was already shit so let’s just end this”

Her mouth hangs open as she stutters for the words, the car comes to a stop in front of her apartment and I thank god.

“Fuck you Parker” she swears and slams the car door before storming off to her apartment.

The driver takes off and I’m thankful for the silence.

She was back.

5 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 3 days.

She was back in New York City .

Those vibrant blue eyes that rivaled mine looked almost enthreal against her dark hair. I hadn’t seen her since 5 years ago.

My stomach sours at the thought of the last time I saw her, saw them.

The next morning has been the worst. I had stired from sleep to find Damien wrapped in his towel and drying his hair with a fixed line on his lips.

“She’s gone”

The words had hurt, but not as much as when I found out she was in Santo Paulo less than 3 hours later. Lance had mentioned it in passing, he’d been upset that she had packed up and decided to move so fast.

I’d been livid.

Tonight however.

I grip the glass and take another sip of the whiskey.

I thought 5 years would be enough time to rehabilitate, to forget about her and start a new life but seeing her tonight.

Right in my grasp, cheeks flushed as took me in. Wearing in a dress that made her look like she was my little present for holding out for 5 years, the heated look in her eyes when she saw Cassie’s fingers around me.

It wasn’t enough .

I still want her as badly as I did then. If not worse.

My cock stirs in my pants as my head drifts back to the thought of her in that dress tonight.

I should call Damien and let him know, the others don’t know but he’s back in town. Residing in his apartment downtown, as opposed to the rest of us.

He didn’t take her leaving very well.

In fact he didn’t take it well at all. He has spiraled, more girls than I’d seen him rotate, partying every night and finally he had just withdrawn. He’d focused on running his company and was doing pretty darn well at it.

I bring out my phone and head over to his number. My finger lingers on the button.

What would I even say?

She’s back and more beatiful than ever?

She wants change?

I drop the phone and let out a sigh as the car comes to a halt. I realize we’re in the apartment garage and I grab my blazer before stepping out of the car.

Maybe I shouldn’t have called it off with Casey yet. I’m worked up now and I can’t think of a way to let out all this tension.

Gym it is.

I take the private elevator from the garage and to the top floor of my block. Penthouse owners had private access to it and it was one of the things I had been insistent on having when the complex was being developed.

The elevator dings and I have to use my keypad to get in. I drop my suit jacket on the edge of my couch and head over to the home bar.

I shouldn’t drink as much, I know but after tonight I need it.

I need to figure out what I want.

Or rather , what I want to do?

As I stare out the dark sky of the city. I feel my resolve harden.

I know what I want.

I’ve always known. I want her.

And now she’s back and I can have her.

Now I just have to make sure she won’t leave us, never again.