Pleasing Mr. Parker Novels & Stories

It’s still impressive that I still got it. “Yes,” I lied with a smile. “That’s detective Pega for you.” “Yes indeed. Too bad I will have to go to another institute” I clicked my tongue. “I won’t say I’m disappointed. Are you sure I can’t schedule you with one of our doctors?” She asked. “Alright?” I resigned, “You can schedule me with the best doctor here,” I smiled at her. “Perfect. Dr. Parker is the senior here and he happens to be Miss Parker’s father so I think you will be in safe hands. Would the day after tomorrow at three work for you?”

"Ah! Children, we hate to break this little reunion of yours." "Mmm...." Chandler tried to speak. "Oh sorry! Let me get that for you." The old man untied the handkerchief from Chandler’s mouth. "Dad! Stop this!" Chandler yelled infuriatingly. Mr. Parker let out a chuckle. "Why? We're only beginning. Right?" He turned to his partner, who just nodded. "Mr. Kramer, why would you do this?" Chandler turned to the other man.

“Hey, you. How was your time with Daddy Parker and Kiera?” “We pwayed dowlls and daddy towk me showpin to pick owt stuff for the bawby,” she explained excitedly. I glanced up at Parker and smiled. I was genuinely happy for them. Parker deserved to find his happily ever after. “Congratulations again, if there is anything that you guys need, let us know.” “Thank you. I appreciate it,” he smiled, but it didn't quite meet his eyes. He frowned at my tear-stained face, but said nothing, turning to head back over to his house.

I cleared my throat, subtly snapping him out of his gaze. “Thank you, Miss Parker,” Miller finally replied, quickly averting his gaze from my chest. He seemed slightly flustered as he continued, “I didn’t expect to be honored with the presence of a beautiful woman like yourself. I thought I was just meeting a representative of Marchetti Constructions. I’m also quite confused as to why you’d want to see me despite your company already making it clear that it wants nothing to do with my small project.”

He approached my desk, nodded politely and carried a thick file with one hand. I gestured toward the chair across from me, saying “Hello, Mr. Parker. Please, have a seat”. He said “Thank you, Mr. Parker,” setting the file before me and sitting in the chair. I asked, “So, what do you have for me now?” I wished to finish this with haste. “Mr. “Parker, I’ve gathered all the information you requested about Mrs. Sarah, also her relationship with Mr. Justin” he began. He then pushed the file in my direction.

“Mr Parker isn’t taking visitors right now. He needs rest.” I returned her smile, perfectly patient. “Oh, I won’t stay long. I just wanted to bring him these flowers and some fruit.” I lifted the basket in my hand, tilting it slightly so the light caught the cellophane wrapping. “It’s really nothing. I just thought it might brighten the room.” Evelyn’s lips pressed together. “I’m sorry, but he’s been very tired today. Perhaps tomorrow—” “Tomorrow?” I repeated softly, as though confused. “That’s unfortunate. I came all this way. And I did want to make sure everything here is properly cared for. You’re the attending nurse, aren’t you?”

Marvel argues with Parker, who is sitting on the ground with his daughter in his lap while Carli nurses Reese on the couch behind him. “Yes, and you are not my daughter’s mate,” Parker grumbles. “And you don’t ask multiple ladies on the same date. It’s rude.” “But Miss Stephanie says it’s okay,” Marvel juts his chin out defiantly. “Miss Stephanie is not my daughter,” Parker mutters, while Carli snickers behind him.

But then, I got interrupted by this man beside me named fucking moron Tatsuke Kirke, who have no any cooperation with me busy appreciating the view that I always craving to see. "Ahem!" Kirke cleared his throat and threw a smile on him, not just a smile, a grin to be more specific. He secretly raised the both of his eyebrows, I knew that this guy is thinking. What a pain in the ass. I just quietly cuss him for Dhaxzy to not hear it. Since Dhaxzy seems kinda discomforting with those people who curse a lot.

"Same old, same old. I’ll have to return for checkups on time and I can’t consume alcohol. You kids need to take care of yourselves. Otherwise, you’ll end up like me when you’re my age." "All right, I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Then, I’ll be taking my leave now. Goodbye, Mr. Puckett." "Take care!" Brennan Puckett was like an affectionate senior who took care of his juniors.

He was dressed very well. “Boss, Mr. Parker is here as requested.” She said, lowering her gaze off Noah's eyes. “Mr. Parker, please, have a seat.” Noah offered, gesturing towards the chair. When the old man sat down, Noah gave him a kind smile as he sat behind his desk and said, “Thank you for honoring my request.” “Who am I to turn down the request of Dean Black,” Mr. Parker laughed. “I am honored that you think so highly of me... Would you like anything to drink?”