Parker And Chester Life Of Luxury Novels & Stories

Eric Parker came forward and introduced himself. "I'm Eric Parker, owner of the Staywell group that owns the Parker Suites all around the world. These are my boys, Lucas and Alexander, " he introduced. "Hello, Mr. Parker. I love your son, Alexander. He's very talented, I must say," said Mark. Mr. Parker smiled, "That he is, " he acknowledged and Alexander felt self-conscious at all the attention. He saw Lucas glare at him. Lucas was a little displeased with everyone. Firstly he saw Alexander taking advantage of the situation and taking his naive sister out on a date. Alexander didn't even ask for his permission.

He had stopped paying close attention to business affairs long ago, and the Parker family wasn’t among the most influential families in Silverton City. He gestured for Benjamin to take the gift, then said to Vivian, “The Parker family is kind and courteous.” Compared with the warm welcome Nora had received moments earlier, Vivian wasn’t bothered by the obvious difference in treatment. She understood that her family’s status couldn’t compare with the Foster family’s at an occasion like this. But someone nearby muttered under his breath, “The Parker family? That newly wealthy family in the restaurant business?” Another person replied mockingly and disdainfully, “Yes, them. Just nouveau riche w

Chester and said it was better she had left, saying that it was even a favour for her to have married him and that he should get a life. The press, some NGOs, some justice organizations he went through to solve this dispute and get his wife back, but this only brought more problem for him. Mr. Chester was not an American. He was born in one of the poor cities of South Africa. His father was white and his mother was black. He though, turned out to be a handsome white man with the American accent. Mr. Chester fell in love with a young lady at a tour which his school had organized. The lady turned out to be the one he got married to.

Her memory seemed to be a little hazy and disoriented but Chloe remembered through blurry eyesight that she had seen his face before fainting. Why was Chester doing this ? Was he trying to get the money from her through another means, but how ? He had been a very good father to her when her mother was alive , they created memories together. But he changed drastically after her mother died when Chloe was still in college. He became less concerned about their well-being, because of his wayward life , lavishing money in gambling. He even gambled with Chloe's trust fund. Was he in cohorts with the people that took her ?

Parker. She hesitated for half a second, then answered. She wanted him to know. She wanted him to see exactly where he stood. “What do you want?” Her voice was cold, detached, echoing slightly in the high-ceilinged space. Across the street, Parker gripped the phone until it creaked. He watched the gates, the lights in the upper windows, the wealth surrounding her. “So… he’s the one, isn’t he?” Parker’s voice was low, vibrating with hatred and defeat. “That place… that house… that’s where you go. That’s who you belong to now. The rich guy. The one who actually has money.”

Parker quickly made way and invited them in, they got into the living room and sat down on the sofa and Parker and Juliet sat across them. Asher glanced around the building, he knew they had been wealthy judging from the interior decoration, it was unfortunate that they ran out of luck and went bankrupt. He glanced around the building and didn’t see any sight of the lady he had saw last night, the lady he would be making his bride, the lady who he had spotted. Parker cleared his throat to draw their attention again to him as he had seen then staring. “You were saying?” He asked and Asher turned to him and cleared sat up.

And now they live in London where Parker continues doing some acting and modelling and actually bought another bar which is a huge hit. And that everyone, is how all these old high school friends lives turned out. So, after all, they all realized that there's more to life than they all would've expected but in the end, everyone found themselves living happily ever after. THE END

“Chester is the happy one, doctor Margareth… He can wander around, fucking a female cat here and there, and me? How do I get a little action in this dead town, there isn’t even a good sex shop around here? Do you really want you know what I miss?” I prefer not to ask, but even so she goes on talking out loud, while I she squeezes poor Chester against her chest. “I miss a man warming my old ribs, I miss that delicious coming and going…” While Mrs. Petterson is in an embarrassing reverie about her inexistente sex life, Hunter opens the clinic door and stops when he hears an almost 70 year old woman talking a rosary of indiscretions.

Aspen put on her best pitiful expression as she looked at Chester. Her acting was decent, but Chester wasn't buying it. He simply began, "Five years ago, the Shaffer family was crushed by the Fullers. My parents couldn't take the pressure, and they jumped to their deaths together. "I fought in underground rings to survive. Every punch I threw built the empire I have now. That's the only reason I'm sitting here talking to you. Understand?" A cold smile twisted Chester's lips as he glared at her, his eyes brimming with malice. It was clear that he had no intention of letting her go. Worse, he wanted her to know she was in for torment.

"Yeah, their bodyguards drive standard Mercedes-Benz. Their wealth is beyond our wildest imagination." When Chester overheard their conversation, he quietly set the book down on the desk. With a slow, deliberate movement, he took a seat, his gaze lowered, brimming with unfathomable emotions. Suddenly, a dormmate leaned in, wrapping his arms around Chester's shoulders. "Prince Charming Chester! You're back from your studies!" Chester quickly masked his emotions, looking up with a smile. "Jason, I can't claim to be any more handsome than you."