Pleasing Mr. Parker Novels & Stories

I could bite their ears one by one. This Mr. P stature was thin, but not taller than me. His straight, stiff hair framed her oval face. What makes Mr. P easy to spot were his pouty lips. The rows of his teeth advanced like the beak of a peacock. In fact, Mr. P had a hard time keeping his mouth closed. Peacock Parker. That was initial that makes him entitled as Mr. P. Both Matt and Mr. P lived in the Maynard neighborhood, opposite my Certajava, where I lived. In Maynard, there was a traditional market that had been evicted for road widening. There was also the famous Maynard Mental Hospital.

Parker finished and Aiden gave him a 'are you serious' look " Mr. Parker I am really sorry but I am not interested in remarrying or something. Olivia is a very beautiful and elegant lady but she is not my type. Not only Olivia but I do not wish to marry anyone else. So I am really sorry to inform you that I am rejecting your proposal." Aarhan said professionally without losing his calm or anything Aiden smirked then sighed that at least his idiotic ass friend did one good thing. " You can talk to Olivia then make any decision, she will prove to be a very good life partner for you. I have trust in my daughter." Mr. Parker said with confidence

It was human, even if his grandfather was the least human person Dominic had ever known. "Good," his grandfather said. "Then stop making excuses and start making moves." *** The drive back to the city was silent. Mike understood that these nights required no commentary, no attempted conversation. The radio played softly...classical music, which Dominic usually found tolerable but tonight felt like an intrusion. He pulled out his phone at a red light and scrolled through his messages. Work correspondence, news alerts, investment updates. The machinery of his empire, clicking along without him. At 11:34 PM, as they were pulling into the city proper, his phone buzzed with a text from the HR.

Yan pouted and April glared reluctantly at her. “ Pleeeeease” Yan pleaded. April let out a frustrating groan. “ Fine, I won’t tell him a thing” She said. “ Promise?” Yan asked. “ Promise” She replied and Yan beamed. *. *. * Steven was busy discussing a project with Mr. Feng, a director of an animation industry. Steven’s female secretary, Miley, was also present and she did most of the talking. Steven paid rapt attention. Well not until his phone buzzed, snapping his attention to it.

"Is my very private room, you're not allowed to get in there unless I told you to, you understand?" Becky sighed, "Yes, Mr. Miller!" she yelled, irritated. "Don't yell at me, a slave doesn't yell to her master," said James Miller curtly. Becky glared, she held her anger by closing her eyes, "I apologize, Mr. Miller..."

I'd done that to him. I'd actually done that to him. A knock sounded on the door at that moment, and Appa looked out of the kitchen, his eyebrows drawn together. “You know who it might be?” he asked me. I shook my head. He sighed and I heard the clacking of what might have been a cup or mug before he stepped out of the kitchen wearing an apron. “Who is it?” he called. “Matt Kimmel,” the person on the other end said, and the name registered in my mind. “Pack soldier.”

he added, ruffling my hair. "I missed you too, Dad, and why wouldn't I come? Carter is my friend, Dad, or have you forgotten that?" I asked as Carter excused himself to greet the pack members who were present. He chuckled, almost as if he was forcing it. "Of course I know, just thought the possessive alpha kings wouldn't let you out of sight," he teased, but something about his tone didn't sit right. He then said hi to Nyra and Elias, forcing a smile.

Answering it, I heard Jeff's voice. "Mr. Parker is here to see you." Parker. An old childhood friend. It had been a while. What could he possibly want? "Send him in," I instructed. "Yes, sir," Jeff replied before hanging up. A few minutes later, the door creaked open and Parker walked in. "Hey, man!" he greeted with a wide grin, his signature opening line. He pulled up a chair across from my desk. "Parker! Good to see you," I replied. "It's been a while."

When she was about to argue, Zachary said in a deep voice, "Go back to the crew now." Zachary, is there any misunderstanding? Emma..." After interrupting David's words, Zachary's eyes were deep at that time. He looked at Emma coldly as if he was going to kill her secretly. "There's no misunderstanding. It's just that Miss Perry put on airs during work." "I'm just not feeling well. What do you mean by putting on airs?" "Really?" Zachary smiled coldly. At this time, he displayed his quality as a man who did not pity women and asked directly, "Why do you look so good?"

His tone panicked yet he made it calm. "I'm fine, Harvey. But thank you for depending me." She mumbled. "You shouldn't done that. You shouldn't punch him." Harvey's face turns serious. "It's my pleasure to do that, young Miss. If your brother is here, he'll do the same what I did on that despicable guy." Mari shook her head. "Can you leave my office, Harvey? Then, just take care of yourself. I want to be alone right now." Harvey nod his head before walking out of the office.