Pleasing Mr. Parker Novels & Stories

Someone who would look right at the right events and create the right impression and not cause problems. And Clara had ticked every box. I had married her because it made my parents happy and she also wasn't one to talk, so I could keep living my soft life and everyone gets to be happy. I had not expected her to have opinions, or…or even expected her to want things. I had not expected, frankly, any of this. ***** And then there was the other problem. Cameron Tucker. My PI had sent me the file three days ago. He was a former professional basketball player, I wonder what he saw in Clara.

Inner Devil: 'Look at this manager. His hairline’s retreating faster than his customer service.' Inner Devil 2: 'Someone get this man a helmet. He just poked a dragon with a toothpick.' “You’re standing on the edge of unemployment,” Kenneth said, voice low and icy. “I paid half a million dollars for this honeymoon, and this is the service you’re proud of? Keep talking and you’ll be demoted so fast you’ll be unclogging sewage lines with a plastic fork. And that’s if I’m feeling merciful.”

That can’t be good. “Mr. Parker, I suggest you take a seat.” “How. The. Fuck. Is. My. Wife?” I gritted, stepping in his space. Might have as well punched him in the jaw if he didn’t start talking anytime soon. He visibly paled, a swallow working down his throat. “She is fine.” He blurted. “Unconscious but out of danger.” He paused. That however wasn’t the end of it. I felt an unwanted ‘but’ approaching. That alone left a sour taste. I nervously held my breath. How bad could it be?

“Nice observation, hum…” “Parker. Mr. Parker and this is my son Chester.” He says pointing at the boy working towards them. “We've been living here since his mother died. People don't usually come here. Imagine my surprise when I wake up seeing a man standing beside the waterfall,” he chuckles. “Come inside, Detective. It is freezing out here.” ***

"Did Mr Elvis not notice what was going on at his desk?" "He didn’t!" exclaimed Angela as if she had just gotten a lottre. Her dark eyes grew bigger on her small lids when she felt that she was as surprised as what had happened to her. “Mr. Elvis does not know or may not be aware that the photo frame has disappeared from his desk. When I finally apologized to him about my carelessness, he only glanced at me and then nodded indifferently. There was absolutely no anger in his eyes. Instead, he asked me to buy a new photo frame to replace it. Isn't that weird? Even so, Mr. Elvis has always been overprotective of all the belongings of the late Mrs. Sarah?"

Sorry for the errors. I want to drop updates quickly, I didn't check it carefully. Hoping for you understanding and thank you for your continous support. luvluv! ♡ ***Q POV*** Then, I remembered he told me there are people inside his office and he didn't mention any of their names. Is he hiding something from me? Maybe his woman was in his office earlier. Damn it! Am I being cheated on again? Why am I always being betrayed?

She said and he smiled. " It's my pleasure madam. As far as I am concerned, Jenna is the sweetest and kindest girl I've ever met and I do not regret ever coming in contact with her. " He said in the most loving way that made Mrs Lawrence clench her fists trying to contain her emotions. 'Yeah. ' She thought. 'But I hope one day you don't find someone who is in your class and then leave her to cry her face in the mud. ' She thought to herself and she beamed at him beautifully. Then she extended her hands and shook hands with him again.

"Your diamond, huh? Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Smooth Talker." He laughed heartily. "I aim to please. So, anything exciting planned while I’m away?" I glanced around the penthouse, the silence suddenly feeling less oppressive. "Just contemplating life in the lap of luxury. Maybe order some takeout and immerse myself in a good book." Kyler's voice turned teasing. "No secret rendezvous with mysterious friend?" “If by ‘friend’ you meant are the books in your office, then I have a few.” I chuckled. “Stop worrying about me and do your job so you can come back to me as soon as possible.”

Julian Belmont dropped his pen and propped his elbows on his desk, chin resting on his laced fingers. Whether or not this bastard was surprised to see me, I couldn't tell. His face was as expressionless as a stone statue. I glared at his composed, annoying face, a need to wrap my hand around his throat and squeeze him to death burning through my chest. “Mr Parker.” He spoke for the first time, voice low and as smooth as silk, as though he had known me for a long time. “We meet again. What brings you here?” I stepped forward, snarling at him. “You know what the fuck brought me here.”

This could be the break they have been waiting for. “Do you think that they think about us or even care?” Pearle asked sadly as she leaned in her husband’s chest. Randall was sad when he heard this question but he knew the answer in his heart, “it no longer matters as long as the four of us probably more in the future we are okay. Pearle understood what her husband was saying and just closed her eyes to calm her emotions. Just thinking about it made her feel stressed out, maybe it was better this way.