Weston Parker Novels & Stories

"Mr. Thayer... she’s just handling something off-site. It’s a minor logistics issue. Nothing for you to worry about—" Weston took a single step forward. The air between them vanished. "I built my entire empire on spotting liars.” He tilted his head slightly. “Try again.” Kai pressed his lips together so hard they turned white. He looked back at the glowing pavilion, then at Weston's cold face. He let out a long, ragged exhale through his nose. “I’m not going to make a scene,” Weston said. “I’m not going to do anything that affects the event. I just need to know.”

Easton sent his men to capture him. “My daughter. Please, I beg you, she can't stay all by herself. She's too young and naive…” he kept crying. “You will stay here and work for me until you have paid your debt in full.” Parker pleaded and cried but Easton had a heart of stone. “My daughter, my only child…” Finally, Easton decided to put his appeal into consideration. “You've been crying for your daughter, not even for yourself. Don't you fear for yourself? Is that how much you love this daughter of yours?”

she interrupts. I smile awkwardly because I never know what to say when I tell people that and they respond like that. “Thanks, and my dad lives in Florida now.” “Ah,” Alec says, nodding his head, “the retirement life.” I look at Alec’s profile. Strangely, Weston looks nothing like his father who is shorter and squat, his barrel chest and broad shoulders making him appear larger than he is. Weston is tall and lean like his mom and has her eyes but not her blond hair, which if I had to guess is probably from a salon anyway.