left us alone.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
He shrugged a shoulder. “Being courteous.”
Chapter Eight
I walked to Parks’s red sporty Jaguar that was parked outside the hospital with Parks’s hand firmly clasped around my waist. I told him I could walk just fine, but as always, he didn’t listen.
“No Cleaver?”
“He’s getting a few things for me.” His chivalry rules were still intact as he opened the door for me to climb in. He made sure I was settled, helping me with my seat belt.
The air inside the car sizzled with tension when he climbed in. Tension from unspoken words, uncomfortable silence, and sexual need. I could still feel the sizzling heat that radiated between us. If possible, it had turned up a thousand notches and was apparent as ever.
“Where have you been staying?” he asked as he pulled out and headed into traffic.
I sighed heavily. “With my parents, but please, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You don’t want to, but we will at some point.”
“So we’re clear, I’m just staying with you until I get back on my feet, yes?”
I watched his hands tighten around the steering wheel. “We’ll see.”
I rolled my eyes. He was impossible. “Am I staying at your hotel?”
A wry smirk tugged at his deliciously full lips. “We will both be staying in Kensington.”
My eyes shot to his. “Both?”
He nodded once. “That’s what I said.”
He thought we could both haul up in the same space? “We can’t live together.”
“Why not?”
“Because…we’re not a couple. I mean, not properly. And even if we were, isn’t it a bit soon?”
“You and Steph weren’t a couple.”
“We were friends. That’s different.”
“Didn’t you refer to me as a friend at one point? Besides, I thought we’d surpassed friendship.”
“That was until you left me,” I mumbled, crossing my arms petulantly and staring out the window.
“I didn’t leave you.” His growl was a warning. “I needed time to think.”
“That’s what it was.” My sarcasm was back, and I loved it.
“Yes. And I promise I will make it up to you and pass the stage of friend zone .”
“You’re such a douche.” I chuckled, watching his legs shift and his hands on the steering wheel as he controlled the car.
“So you’ve said.” He smirked.
Parks drove into the underground car park at his apartment, and we were promptly met by Cleaver pulling up beside us. I unbuckled my seat belt and stayed in position, waiting for him to open my door.
“Hi,” I greeted Cleaver with a smile, and he gave a warm one back.
“Evey, how are you feeling?”
“As rough as a badger’s arse.”
He chuckled huskily. “I do love British phrases.”
I smiled along with him, then we both glanced towards Parks, who was watching us impatiently.
“Finished?”
Clever cleared his throat. “Wade, I have your order in the trunk for you.”
“Thank you. Would you bring them up?”
“Certainly. Oh, and I wanted to inform you that David hasn’t stopped calling.”
Parks’s groan informed me that whoever David was, he was a pain in his arse. “Was I spotted entering the hospital?” Cleaver nodded, which made Parks groan again. “Tell him I’ll call him later.”
Parks steered me over to the lift with his hand firmly pressed on the small of my back. I glanced up at him, perplexity settling in. “You let him call you Wade?”
He pressed a code in the keypad, then turned back to me. “Cleaver is like family to me, Evelyn. Of course I do.” He gestured for me to enter the lift first as the doors opened, and he followed behind, pushing in another code when were inside.
“Who’s David?”
His lips tweaked. “Nosy, aren’t you? He’s my publicist and a big pain in my ass.”
Thought so. “Why?”
He pressed his lips to my temple. “He just is.” Parks changed the subject by telling me the passcode to get into his apartment and handed me an ID
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
He shrugged a shoulder. “Being courteous.”
Chapter Eight
I walked to Parks’s red sporty Jaguar that was parked outside the hospital with Parks’s hand firmly clasped around my waist. I told him I could walk just fine, but as always, he didn’t listen.
“No Cleaver?”
“He’s getting a few things for me.” His chivalry rules were still intact as he opened the door for me to climb in. He made sure I was settled, helping me with my seat belt.
The air inside the car sizzled with tension when he climbed in. Tension from unspoken words, uncomfortable silence, and sexual need. I could still feel the sizzling heat that radiated between us. If possible, it had turned up a thousand notches and was apparent as ever.
“Where have you been staying?” he asked as he pulled out and headed into traffic.
I sighed heavily. “With my parents, but please, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You don’t want to, but we will at some point.”
“So we’re clear, I’m just staying with you until I get back on my feet, yes?”
I watched his hands tighten around the steering wheel. “We’ll see.”
I rolled my eyes. He was impossible. “Am I staying at your hotel?”
A wry smirk tugged at his deliciously full lips. “We will both be staying in Kensington.”
My eyes shot to his. “Both?”
He nodded once. “That’s what I said.”
He thought we could both haul up in the same space? “We can’t live together.”
“Why not?”
“Because…we’re not a couple. I mean, not properly. And even if we were, isn’t it a bit soon?”
“You and Steph weren’t a couple.”
“We were friends. That’s different.”
“Didn’t you refer to me as a friend at one point? Besides, I thought we’d surpassed friendship.”
“That was until you left me,” I mumbled, crossing my arms petulantly and staring out the window.
“I didn’t leave you.” His growl was a warning. “I needed time to think.”
“That’s what it was.” My sarcasm was back, and I loved it.
“Yes. And I promise I will make it up to you and pass the stage of friend zone .”
“You’re such a douche.” I chuckled, watching his legs shift and his hands on the steering wheel as he controlled the car.
“So you’ve said.” He smirked.
Parks drove into the underground car park at his apartment, and we were promptly met by Cleaver pulling up beside us. I unbuckled my seat belt and stayed in position, waiting for him to open my door.
“Hi,” I greeted Cleaver with a smile, and he gave a warm one back.
“Evey, how are you feeling?”
“As rough as a badger’s arse.”
He chuckled huskily. “I do love British phrases.”
I smiled along with him, then we both glanced towards Parks, who was watching us impatiently.
“Finished?”
Clever cleared his throat. “Wade, I have your order in the trunk for you.”
“Thank you. Would you bring them up?”
“Certainly. Oh, and I wanted to inform you that David hasn’t stopped calling.”
Parks’s groan informed me that whoever David was, he was a pain in his arse. “Was I spotted entering the hospital?” Cleaver nodded, which made Parks groan again. “Tell him I’ll call him later.”
Parks steered me over to the lift with his hand firmly pressed on the small of my back. I glanced up at him, perplexity settling in. “You let him call you Wade?”
He pressed a code in the keypad, then turned back to me. “Cleaver is like family to me, Evelyn. Of course I do.” He gestured for me to enter the lift first as the doors opened, and he followed behind, pushing in another code when were inside.
“Who’s David?”
His lips tweaked. “Nosy, aren’t you? He’s my publicist and a big pain in my ass.”
Thought so. “Why?”
He pressed his lips to my temple. “He just is.” Parks changed the subject by telling me the passcode to get into his apartment and handed me an ID
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