Rex Parker Blogspot Novels & Stories

One from Lora saying she won't be back early today. And then, a direct link to the Ridgewood Independent—the underground campus blog that Lucas Kane ran like his own personal burn book. My thumb hovered over the glass screen, shaking so bad it took me three tries just to tap the link. The page loaded, and my heart straight-up stopped.

It was damn intentions and my reasons would soon be revealed. Parker had done his job well and I wasn’t even surprised since he knew the incentives that comes with a job done to my satisfaction. He couldn’t find much on Lyra except her ex boyfriend, Matt, and he on the other hand has everything I need to bring her down. That wasn’t all. Parker also sent me the dossiers on Matt’s social media habits and that was how I knew he spends his time "liking" the photos of every aspiring influencer with a hot body and face.

“Exactly! So why the fuck do you feel the need to lie to my face when there is a literal video of you and Mr. Dark-and-Dangerous having a scorching hot make-out sesh going viral right now?!” My eyes go wide as saucers. “What?” “Yeah. Hold on a sec.” She pulls her phone up from the desk, rapidly taps the screen, and shoves it in my face. “What do you call this?” My breath halts at the sight that greets me. It is, indeed, a crystal-clear video of me launched at Trey Parker, our lips locked under the string lights of the bonfire. And it’s pinned to the very top of the school’s most popular blog–VSU: Very Spicy Update. Classy, I know.

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.

Like I’m…someone. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not someone. I’m Parker Simon. Executive assistant. Sister of one of their oldest friends. Single mom to two six-year-olds who are going to wake up tomorrow needing cereal and clean socks and someone to help them build an arctic fox diorama for science week. I can’t afford this kind of risk. And then there’s the leak. I hadn’t even seen it until I checked my phone on the subway—some gossipy little blog with a grainy thumbnail, the headline teasing a “scandalous moment” caught on audio between VT’s upper brass and an unnamed woman.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, the company could find another way to get its lost glory back, that doesn't concern me not you. Let Alex deal with his issues for once." Where's this coming from? "Parker," I said. "Did you hit your head somewhere, let's say... By mistake? Cause I don't understand what you are saying? Where it is coming from and where it would be leading too." He chuckled. "What I'm saying is are you sure you want to do this?" "Yeah," I replied, confidently. The series of pep talks and how to face your ex, not your ex videos I had watched on Youtube would not go to waste.

But do I actually care? ​The Jeep keys jingle toward me and silence my train of thought. “Axel motherfucking Parker,” Everest almost sounds friendly, “we have a deal.”

She doesn't care to ask how I feel. "Trent Aston!" She squeals. "I'm Pepper. But you can call me P! I'm a huge fan of yours. I follow you on I*******m and I've liked every picture you've ever posted! I also have your red 66 jerseys! When I grow up, I want to be a wag. Your wag!" Pepper is weird! And she's embarrassing me. He chuckles." I like you already, P. " "Well, everybody likes me. Except for my mom and my exes... "

Amanda. I don't know how it started this tiny teeny thing I feel for Mr Parker just yesterday he was picking us from school me and his daughter and today I am in his closet smelling his shirts while they at church. For the past six months I have had fantasy upon fantasy that Mr Parker stars in sometimes he walks in on me playing with myself in his closet where his wife's clothes are just next to his ,he will find me so wet telling me I am a bad girl while he spanks me and takes me where I stand ,I start touching myself when I hear the front door open voices chattering away.

When I saw it, I instantly knocked, but nobody answered. I looked around and saw a newspaper on a chair. Jaxon Parker. The picture and the name were highlighted. This guy, even though he's just inside a photo, still looked handsome. What if you meet him in person? I bet that's going to be a whole, different level. My friend would probably laugh at me if she knew that I'm here at Parker Company to apply.