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And the person he called brother was even more shocking to Emily. ...Allen Parker?! Allen Parker looked much the same as in the photos online, equally mature and steady. He walked over and greeted her, "Hello, you must be Jackson's girlfriend?" The voice was really very similar to Mr. Satan's! But the way he looked at her was like a stranger. Allen Parker was still waiting for her response. Emily coughed awkwardly twice, "Yes, hello Mr. Parker, I'm Emily Carter. Just call me Emily." "Emily," Allen Parker smiled politely, "Nice to meet you."

Allison screamed out in pain, but she soon regained her composure. "You can kill me, I don't care. But that won't change the fact that you're not suited for this family. You're trash and your blood is tainted, so get the hell out of Richmond and never show your face to the Parkers again. You are not worthy of the Parker name," Allison reiterated. Warren calmed himself down. Allison was just rambling on and on about what trash he was, and though he was livid, Warren didn't want to make her suffer any more than she already did.

They moved at once to check Kimberly's credentials. After all, if this blew up, the hospital would bear the greatest impact. Kimberly's arrogance was gone, replaced by panic. She quickly tried to defend herself. "It's not true! She's framing me!" My attorney, Mason Tucker, stepped forward and said firmly, "We deal in evidence. Ms. Parker, you and Mr. Coleman engaged in an affair while he was married, and he spent a million dollars on you. On Ms. Vale's behalf, we will seek a full recovery."

dressed in a simple Jeans and black T I drive to Dr Lee's which is 30 minutes away after getting the kids in their twin stroller I move to get their bag when I feel someone behind me. "Amanda right ?" I turn around to look at the person it's one of Travis friend's I remember him I just don't remember his name "yes ,uhmm you Mr Parkers friend "yes Carter "he looks at my kids Carrie is bothering sleeping Camden her dirty blonde her , green eyes give her away on who her father is same as Camden.

She was not okay with the discrimination against women. Just then, a thought occurred to her. Maybe he was avoiding any woman in fear of the Parker girl killer. He was probably right to stay away but then he had to date the woman for her to be a target _ unless there was something the cops did not know. Either way, that was a concern for later. Her job was to get a job with Asriel Parker at Gracia Plena and accommodation at his house. The only job position that fit that criteria was his personal assistant and she was not giving up on it.

“That’s a picture of us on a private picnic date last week.” I take a quick look at it and my breath almost hitches. “When you said Allison, I didn’t know you meant top supermodel Allison Baker!” Wow. Keith is dating Allison Baker. The hottest, most popular, most sought-after, most paid model in the industry. That is kind of a huge deal. “Didn’t want to brag.” Keith says, flashing me a smile. “Oh, no! You already are.” ***

Allison said jokingly. Jensen smiled even bigger. He didn't even realize that Liam was still in the parking lot too watching him. It had been a long time since Liam had seen Jensen so happy if he ever had so He wondered who had Jensen smiling at his phone so much. Jensen quickly responded back to Allison and asked her to meet him at the local park. Allison agreed to meet him there and they quickly got of the phone. She ran upstairs and got dressed in some blue jeans and white t-shirt and white Vans. She threw her hair up in a messy bun and ran back down stairs to ask her mom if it was okay if she went out for a while.

As I walked toward my apartment later that afternoon, my mind was still in that marble mansion. “Well, look who decided to show up.” I froze, Allison was standing by the alleyway near my building, and Jackson was at her side. She looked at my messy hair and the tired circles under my eyes with a cruel smirk. "You smell like a dumpster, Parker," she taunted, stepping into my path. "Where have you been? Probably rolling around with some lowlife." "Leave me alone, Alison," I said, trying to push past her. She wasn't having it. She grabbed my shoulder, her nails digging in, and shoved me hard. I tripped, falling toward a pile of overflowing trash bags at the edge of the sidewalk.

"And the cops had a dog... a sniffer dog..." "For fuck's sake," Allison whispered. "And Carlos had a blunt in his pocket," he continued. "So... we had to run from the cops. We're on our way back now and don't worry. We've smoked the evidence." "That's fucking brilliant," Allison said, "As if you three aren't annoying enough sober. Get your asses back here now." She then hung up and turned to me, "Can't leave them alone for five seconds." I smiled and we waited as patiently as possible for them to make their way back, no doubt stopping at every slightly amusing thing they found along the way.

Allison asked as she looked down in submission. He connected with his Omega personal assistant, Terry, who said that he would rearrange things for as long as needed. “I’m good,” he motioned for them to sit on the two gray couches. As he sat down, he pulled Celeste into his lap. The other two women sat down opposite them. “Alphas, I was raised in the Dark Sky pack and have always heard the rumors. It was like a badly kept secret that everyone knew, and no one talked about,” Parker said looking at her hands, fighting back tears.