Parker Rooney Now Novels & Stories

However, the necks of the two old people kept on stretching in search of Gryphon’s shadow. “Where is that brat? Why isn’t he here?” Parker huffed and looked down at her phone. She wanted to call her son, but she was scared of what he would say as an excuse. After all, she was already aware of the things that were happening. Roxanne was at it again, more vicious than before.

Watching him and Shannon play games, chat, and laugh last night was a good ending of the weekend. However, it was time to get back to reality; Parker’s Enterprises and all its demons. She was going to have to face Logan and his baby mama again, and she had no reason whatsoever to look forward to it. Carmen was like a game changer; she was like the bulldog on Tom and Jerry, and now both Logan and MJ would have to play it safe.

He doesn't know that the man standing before me is not the one I was supposed to be standing with. Blake Parker. Twenty-four year old Co-CEO of The Parker Brothers. A billion dollar company that deals with selling buildings for profit and pressuring people to sell their land and companies to them. He is a lady's man and sure does love his booze. He has never liked me, probably thinks I'm after his brother's money which makes me think that he has a personality disorder considering that he is always against his brother.

Then this won't sound that bad. I was waiting at the restaurant and Parker showed up his eyes were tired. I wondered why he looked so. Was Matt doing something else besides taking away all his contracts? "What happened Parker?", I asked him. "I went to a club last night", he said putting on a pair of sunshades to cover his blue squinting eyes. "Ok", I said a little relieved. "Have you gotten anything?", he asked me impatiently. "Nothing yet I'm afraid but I'm close", I said to him.

Things were getting messy between me, and the boys, and I wasn’t going to make amends with them if they kept behaving like that. But I needed to figure things out. “…I wanted us to meet.” I said to them ”…before the match started, I heard the news, and it’s not quite a good one.” Flynn folded his arms. “What is it?” I stared at Ronny and Noah. “Parker died, We fought together the other night.” “Is that why you’ve been behaving strangely?” Noah asked and snorted. “The night that Eris was here?” Flynn asked. “She was here?” Noah looked a bit surprised.

Knowing how tight knit our family was, both the Rosses and Graham’s I knew better than to put this outsider in our world, but Parker was more than just an outsider to me he was a friend and through the wars and after his recent accomplishment he was becoming family. “I got a flight for Parker, you know my artist Prime Theory, he’s going to do a show either Saturday or Sunday night, that a give us all some shop in N.O. money, give him some exposure and-.” Mama cut me off, “Have your ass work during a time of mourn! How could you be so damn selfish Edily?”

"Without a word?" Noelle blinked in surprise. "Didn't I tell Mr. Parker? Where is he?" "Don't even mention him right now," Arya grumbled. "Mr. Parker is on a business trip, and guess what? He left me to clean up this mess!" She glanced around at Noelle with mock exasperation. "You don't seem like anything's wrong, yet the rumors about you at the company have been absolutely wild. Where have you been?"

I said as I got Parker out of my chair. “Oh! I remember this man. Mommy, this is the man you refused me to talk to. Hi, I’m Parker.” She was already standing in front of Rodrigo, hand stretched out for a handshake. “I’m… Rodrigo,” he said, his voice heavy. “I like your watch,” Parker complimented, taking his hand for a shake. Rodrigo bent and kissed the back of her palm. “Well, Ms. Parker, are you also a lawyer?” “Oh no, just my mommy. I'm just her assistant. Are you also getting a divorce?”

He asks, “This is Evette, my right-wing woman, “ she chuckles at her little joke. Parker looks at me, then shakes my hand, and as he touches my hand, his eyes widen, and his grip starts to tighten; I pull my hand away, “Okay….” He shakes his head then smiles, “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t know my strength,” he chuckles, lightening the mood. I double-blink, “What exactly do you do here, if you don’t mind me asking?” Parker slightly picks up his camera, “I’m the new Forensic Photographer, and you are?”

The next half an hour is spent with us laughing and talking, just like old times, we enjoy each other's company and I stare at him, silently taking him in as he tells me about his signed contract with binkys vinyl magazines as a male model and how he shockingly likes it very much. This is almost like a dream to me. Never in a million years would I have pictured myself like this, with him, again. And in all honesty, I never thought I would see any of my old friends or people from my past, ever again and that hurt, thinking like that, but it's honestly what I had thought. . . until now. “And here we are now!” “That's right, we're here now.” “But most importantly, Connor, I'm here now.”