Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) by Lilly James

Author:Lilly James [James, Lilly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B017XYOM54
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2015-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

On Friday morning, I went to work alone. Parks wasn’t next to me when I awoke; neither was he anywhere to be found in his apartment. What I did find, though, was breakfast made for me and a text on my phone, telling me Cleaver would be waiting to take me to work.

When he was avoiding me or ignoring me, I felt lost. My solace was fractured, and if he wasn’t in a good place, neither was I.

Before I climbed out of the car, I asked a favour from Cleaver. “Cleaver, could you take me to Brighton this evening? Wade and I are supposed to be visiting my aunt this weekend. Seems he’s forgotten, but I’d still like to go.”

His eyes shifted uncomfortably. “Does Wade know this?”

“Yes.” I sighed, frustrated. “But he’s not talking to me. If you won’t take me, I’ll take the train.”

“Evey.” Cleaver shifted to face me. “Forgive me for saying, but Wade’s actions are either blunt and forthcoming or subtle. He puts signs of his feelings out there without actually saying the words, if you catch my drift.” He chuckled, trying to make a potentially deep conversation casual.

Cleaver telling me what I already knew was heart-warming because it proved he cared. Parks showed me his feelings, buying me endless gifts and clothes, treating me like a princess, and showing me how much he loved my body, but those were all actions. I’d told him I needed words. Words were vital to me, but he still hadn’t done that. Sure, he’d thrown me abrupt words and words of control, but he’d never actually come out with words of how he really, deeply felt.

“Thanks, Cleaver. See you later.” I pushed out of the car and landed my heels on the pavement. I did contemplate running over to Starbucks to see Tabby but decided against it. I tried to call her that morning, but her phone was switched off. I hoped she was all right. She definitely deserved an explanation.

“Morning, my girl.” Clarke’s chirpy attitude didn’t do anything to cheer me up.

“Morning,” I grumbled, plonking myself into my seat and wiggling my mouse to start up my computer. Even though Clarke sounded chirpy, he didn’t look it. “You look knackered, Clarke.”

“I am extremely fatigued, Evey. Yes.”

“Oh?” I asked why as I typed in my password.

“I had a three a.m. jail callout.” He yawned.

I felt his pain. I couldn’t imagine being woken up at that time to bail out a criminal. I’d end up being the criminal, doing time for lamping them for waking me up. Mornings and I were still negotiating a relationship.

“A jail callout, you say?”

Oh God. Our conversation spiked the unwelcome attention of Billy, who was on his way over with his bullshit.

I gave Clarke a nudge with my elbow. “Here comes Buzz Killington.”

“Buzz who?” Clarke’s perplexity was hilarious, and if my laughing wasn’t enough to stop me answering him, Billy had wedged himself between us.

“I’ve had three callouts this week. Ghastly.”

“Three?” Clarke quizzed.

I leant over and around Billy’s stomach and hissed to Clarke.

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