Parker stood in the kitchen, keeping out of the firing range of Talia and Carter. He was torn. His journalistic persona was lapping up the inside information he was hearing, but the more human side of him was struggling with the same information. “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Talia yelled for about the fiftieth time since she’d come out of her room. “Calm down—” “Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down,” she spat at Carter. “That arsehole just violated so many privacy laws that I want to throat punch him and then kick him in his inconsequential ball sac.” “No, he didn’t,” Carter said with a sigh. “What?” Talia’s voice was low and controlled, but that was what made it so alarming. “You’re both celebrities—” “So that means he has the right to talk about our sexual relationship and even release photos of me, and it’s okay? Isn’t there a revenge porn law or something? I’m sure I remember reading about something like that.” Talia’
Parker entered the conference room and slumped into his seat. Another night of very little sleep, but at least this time it wasn’t because he had a hard-on for his roommate. He still had a hard-on for his roommate—that pretty much went without saying—it just wasn’t the cause of his sleepless night this time. No. That honor belonged to Coby Thorn and what Parker would like to do to the little shit if he ever got his hands on him. “Look who decided to turn up,” Finn said, smirking at Parker. Parker lifted his chin in greeting, giving Finn a smirk of his own. “Long time, no see, bro,” Liam said, nudging his shoulder. “Yeah. I’ve been busy.” Jack looked at him across the large conference table but said nothing. The last time he’d seen Jack, he had been a little manic. It actually surprised him Jack hadn’t come knocking on his door to find out what was going on. Finn, Liam, Jack, Carter, and Parker were all best friends who’d met at university. Parker and Liam were the youngest
“Yeah, but it’s so tiny, it might be too small of a target,” Parker replied. Talia snorted out a laugh. Shit. Had she even laughed in the past three weeks? She tossed the dart, missing his Coby’s eye but getting it in his ear. “That was just a practice one,” she said, lining up another dart. She tossed her second one and missed the board completely; the dart hitting the door and dropping to the ground. “Oops.” Parker crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Have you never thrown darts before?” he asked. “Hello?” she snarked. “Child actor who wasn’t allowed to do anything that wasn’t written in a script.” Parker looked at her for a moment, shock registering in his eyes for a brief moment before he hid it. Fuck. It was true but, even so, she didn’t need to tell everyone just how shitty her life had been. Okay, so maybe compared to other people’s lives, her life wasn’t really shitty, but tell that to a preteen girl who had to diet constantl
“Are you insane?” Parker hissed when Talia left to shower. “I don’t know what you’re so upset about. This was your idea.” “My idea was to introduce Talia to the other members and their significant others, not ambush her and back her into a corner. And why my place? Why not yours?” “I thought this would be more comfortable for her,” Carter replied, pacing. “Has she even left the apartment since she’s been here?” Parker shook his head. “Not that I know of, but I don’t know what she gets up to when I’m at work.” Carter huffed out a breath. “What?” Parker asked, his eyebrows drawing together in concern. Carter was behaving very un-Carter-like, and it was freaking him out. Carter exhaled roughly and threw his hands in the air. “I don’t know what else to do. My dad is breathing down my neck. The press is treating this like a major national security breach, and Talia is not herself. I’m worried.” Dread thickened in Parker’s gut. If Carter was openly ad
Peyton found it difficult to open her front door. She was holding a big messenger bag and a bag of Thai food in her other hand when the overstuffed garment bag with the absurdly huge Cinderella outfit got stuck between her and the door jamb. Her front door key and her phone, which had been vibrating frantically, were in her other hand. With a burst of kinetic force, she rocketed through the little gap like a bullet fired from a spitball pipe and managed to burst inside the room. The keys, phone, and clothes bag all went flying, but she was able to save herself and her Thai meal from falling to the ground. If the messenger bag hadn't been fastened across her body, it would have done the same."Shit! She shouted, not specifically to anyone.Anyhow, no one was around to hear her scream. She was a single woman. In theory. Although he didn't pay rent for the privilege, her fiancé spent most nights at her apartment, but he hadn't been there in a few weeks. Because he was a hot salesperson a
The TV remained turned on. She had slept out in the armchair like some ninety-year-old granny, but the Geordie Shore marathon went on. She looked at the clock. On a Saturday night, she was already passed out in front of the TV by nine o'clock. What a crazy life she had.She kicked the messenger bag and clothing bag aside as she dragged herself across the floor while the thumping resumed.How come? She screamed as she pulled open the door.Her partner in crime and best buddy was standing on the other side of the door, fist lifted in mid-knock.Mia said, "Oh my goodness, you're still alive."Peyton moved back to allow her entry into the flat, giving her a perplexed look. Whatever had happened must have been serious because she was carrying ice cream and alcohol.After placing her supply bag on the kitchen counter, Mia turned to observe Peyton. She stepped forward, reaching out to cup her face and giving her a pitying gaze. She pushed her hand away, Peyton.How come? She enquired. "What
Mia knelt next to her and gave her a kind nod. Yes, it would be incredible!"Peyton rested her head back on the sofa, gazing up at the sky. "When she finally gets a hold of me, my sister is going to have a field day," she said. "And Declan will laugh himself silly."Does Declan have a sister that he married?"Not at all. It is he who wed my boss on his own private island in the Whitsundays.Right. the person you're crushing on."Had." possessed a crush on. But it's terrible how smitten he is with Chloe. I no longer have any regard for him at all.Yes, exactly, Mia snorted. It's awful, but not really, to see a gorgeous billionaire, that is, become all mushy and gooey over his expectant wife. Not in the slightest.Peyton let out a sigh. "I am aware."After the song ended, it began again.Mia sprang to her feet and exclaimed, "I have an idea." "This song is perfect for making fun of Dale. You may inform his new wife that she married a complete douchebag and tell him what a useless piece
Peyton gently opened her eyes, then quickly closed them shut. It had brightness. Far too intelligent. It can't be that she shut the blinds before turning in. Her head felt like it was about to blow up when she attempted to open her eyes once more. Yes. I won't attempt that once again. It was wonderful to keep your eyes closed. Open eyes were not good. Really, really awful.She groaned as the intense light shot like a laser beam into her head, making her forget that opening her eyes was a horrible idea.There was a muffled whimper next to her, "Make it go away."Peyton was able to move her head just enough to see Mia sprawled out next to her, her black hair strewn over the pillow and her arm flung over her eyes.Once more, the buzzing sound occurred, and Peyton extended her hand to grab her phone off the nightstand. She narrowed her eyes and studied the screen, attempting to interpret all of the alerts she was receiving. She wasn't bothered at all. Without caring if the phone made it o