The UN Series Complete Box Set (181 page)

CHAPTER SIX

 

PARKER

 

Holy shit!
“No way,” I say as a smile spreads across my face. “So, you are Missy’s friend?” I shouldn’t have missed rehearsal yesterday. I had to work and I told Tate it wasn’t that big of a deal. All I had to do was walk down the aisle. How was I supposed to know that I was gonna be walking with a crazy psycho bitch?

“You fix up nice,” I say as I allow my wandering eyes to look at her slim body wrapped in that tight purple dress. It hugs her chest perfectly. Showing me just the tops of her breasts. Not too trashy but definitely doesn’t hide the huge things. It has a white, thick piece of fabric that goes around her waist before the dress flares out.

She takes a step back. “This can’t be happening.”

I laugh as I run a hand over my tux. “I actually think it’s quite funny.”

She turns around giving me her back as she looks at herself once again in the mirror. “You have the wrong room.”

I frown. “Tate told me that I was escorting Katherine?” I ask with a smile. “You are Katherine, correct?”

She narrows her eyes at me in the mirror. “Do you prefer Kat? Maybe Kitty?” I raise my eyebrows as I get an idea. “Oh, how about Kitty Kat?” I laugh at myself. “I’ve always been a fan of pet names.” Her body stiffens. “Would you like to be my pet for the day?” I try to ask with a straight face. “I have a pussy at home, but she…”

“Fuck this,” she hisses, interrupting me. “I’m not walking anywhere with you. You son…”

“Whoa,” Tate says entering the room. “What’s going on in here?” he asks giving me narrowed eyes. “I can hear you from down the hall.”

I shrug. “Ask her.” I allow my eyes to look her up and down once again. I was being serious when I said she cleaned up nicely. But I know that it doesn’t matter how many times you shower, you can’t wash the bitch off.

She huffs as she places her hands on her hips. “I can’t walk with him,” she states to Tate.

Tate looks over at me, and then back to her. “Why not?”

“This jackass arrest…”

“Whoa.” I throw my arm up interrupting her. “I was just doing my job,” I say defensively.

“You weren’t doing shit!” she throws back

“You practically broke my nose,” I say pointing at it. It’s been two weeks, and it still hurts when I go to blow it.

She throws her head back and laughs an evil laugh, which fits her quite well. I kinda like it. I’m so tired of those women who try to be someone they’re not. I’ve been around enough bitches to know they all have a crazy side. She just lets hers hang out. It’s an attractive trait, if I must say so.

“You showed up not even bothering to ask what the hell was going on. Just sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. You’re lucky that’s the only thing I broke,” she sneers.

I take a step toward her. “I did, too. You were too busy fucking shit up…” Tate’s hand comes out, landing on my chest to stop me.

“Wait a second…” He pauses. He looks back and forth between the two of us. “Is this…? Is this the bitch…?” He stops when her eyes narrow and her nose flares. “The bitch you arrested?” he finishes in a whisper. I told all the guys about my nose accident a few days later when we all went out for drinks. They laughed their asses off.

“Yep,” I say with a smirk, and she points her finger at me.

“You had no business being there.”

“You could have killed him.” Hell, she head butted me. A police officer. His clothes were barely hanging on. Would she have used that bat on him instead of the truck? I wouldn’t put that past her.

“Please,” she sneers, “that son of a bitch deserved the kick in the nuts. And if given the chance, I would have kicked you in the balls as well.”

“You little bit…”

“Stop!” Tate demands. He turns to me. “This is my wedding day. Grow the fuck up and be the better person.” He then turns to her. “Missy is already a nervous wreck. Please. Try to make this day easier for her.”

She sighs heavily and hangs her head before she gives a soft nod. “Thank you,” he says before he grabs my arm and all but yanks me out of the room.

“Tate…”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls. “Do you understand that? I don’t care if you hate her. Or if you think she’s crazy. I will show you crazy-ass bitch if this doesn’t go smoothly.”

And he’s right. Today is his day. Missy has waited all her life for her wedding, so I will be the better friend and not fuck shit up for her. I slap him on the shoulder and give him a smile. “I understand perfectly. Come on, man. You need a drink.” I could use one as well.

He pulls on the collar of his suit and takes a deep breath. “Yes, another one couldn’t hurt. It’s not like the other three have done anything for me.”
I laugh as I start to walk him down the hallway. “Just relax.” I saw Missy earlier, and she didn’t seem as stressed as he was. She was smiling and laughing. And she looked absolutely beautiful. Tate’s a lucky guy.

He stops walking and turns to face me. His always dark blue eyes, the ones that always have that hard look to them, seem to soften as the corner of his mouth starts to turn up at the corners. “She chose me,” he says, and I frown, not quite understanding what he means. Wedding talk is over my head. “Missy chose me out of everyone in the world. She chose to save me. She chose to love me. I never thought that it could feel this good. So amazing. That something so beautiful would love me for all my darkness and scars.” I stand before him wide-eyed and half-dazed. Tate doesn’t open up to others. I don’t care how close of a friend he considers you; he just doesn’t open up about his feelings.

He looks down at his hands. He fists them and it makes the scars even more noticeable. “But she did and I’m amazed at that every day.” He places his hand on my shoulder and pats it. “And that is also the scariest thing in the world. Do you know how that makes me feel?”

“Happy?” I’m so confused by what direction he is going with this.

Tate looks back behind me at something that catches his attention. And I spin around to see Katherine standing there with her bouquet in her hands. She squares her shoulders and gives a smile. The kind of smile that shows off all of her perfect white teeth and makes her look halfway normal for a split second. It’s the fakest smile I’ve ever seen, but I like it. I seem to like everything about her.

“We gonna get this wedding started or not?” She holds out her right elbow and I walk over to her.

“Yes, pussy cat,” I say placing my arm through hers and she lets out a long breath. I also like the fact that I irritate her. It can’t be easy for her, though. I remember how crazy she went that day in her front yard, and the fact that she fucked up her own shit. I’m sure having to be around me must embarrass her.

Tate smiles. “Go get in position.”

We turn around and I speak softly to her. “Don’t think I didn’t know that smile was fake.” I like playing with her. She’s like a puppet and I can pull her strings. See just how crazy she can get.

She looks up at me. Her soft brown eyes look into mine. They’re beautiful. They have this gold trim that brings out the dark in the middle. They’re the kind of eyes that men call bedroom eyes.
Fuck-me eyes.
Don’t mind if I do…

“Only a faker can spot a fake out in the crowd.” I stop walking and she stops as well. She pulls her arm from mine and steps in front of me. “The difference between you and me is that I don’t care what others think of me. You call me a crazy bitch. But I am what I am. I don’t hide that. You hide behind a badge and your fake smile every day.”

I step up to her and she bows her chest, pressing her tits against my chest. My cock hardens, and it causes my anger to rise. “Listen, bitch. Don’t think that you know me.”

“But don’t I?” Her words are dripping with sarcasm. “We know each other so well.” She gives me a soft and cruel smile.
Condescending bitch.
“Faking it is the easy part.” She reaches up to adjust my tie as if I’m her date and she wants me to be perfect to show off to her friends. “It’s the truth that’s hard to face.”

My chest is bowed and my breathing is coming quicker. I know all about bitches like these. The ones who hate the world. They all have the same story—fell in love, gave away their virginity to a guy who ended up fucking more women than just them. And all other men must pay for it. Fuck that!

I take a step to her, thinking she would take a step back, but she doesn’t. She stands strong, pressing against me. “And what exactly is your truth?” I reach up and twirl one of her brown curls around my fingers, trying to make her as uncomfortable as I can. My actions are soft and sweet yet my words wanting to make her second guess them. “Because so far all I’ve seen is a woman who has a problem with authority.” Why does she hate cops so much? Is it just me or in general?

“Excuse me…?”

“What? Did your man cheat on you?” Her nostrils flare. “Broke your heart?” I lean down and place my lips by her ear. “Did you not fuck him enough? Men have needs, hunny. Gotta give them what they want or they’ll find it somewhere else.” Her body stands tall and rigid as I pull away from her to look down at her. I give her a cocky smile, letting her know that I can feel the heat of rage radiating from her body.

“Typical man.” Her eyes drop down to my belt and pants. She places her hands on my chest and I prepare myself for her to shove me out of her way. The last thing I wanna do is land on my ass and get my suit dirty. Tate would kill me. This cat and mouse game has to end eventually, and I have a feeling it’s gonna be me on my ass while she kicks me in the balls. My hands twitch to cover the boys.

Her eyes slowly make their way back up to mine. I stare at her clenched fists, not knowing what she is gonna do. This woman is like a live grenade; she could blow up in my face at any second. “What are your needs?” she whispers softly before licking her soft pink lips.

“Huh?” is the only intelligent word I can remember at the moment. Her question, along with her seductive tone, has completely thrown me off.
She’s good.

She presses her hand harder into my chest and she lets out a sigh that has my cock growing. I know the second she feels it because she smiles up at me. My body has that reaction to fucking women, and it sometimes sucks. “Women have needs, too,” she whispers once again. “What if he wasn’t fulfilling mine?”

I arch an eyebrow when she leaves the question hanging. “Well, sweetheart, what are your needs?”

“What if I told him that I wanted to do his best friend while he watched?”

Her eyes drop down to my chest, and she presses her hips further into mine. I fist my hands down by my side to keep from touching her. She’s fucking with me but try to tell that to my cock. “What if my fantasy was a man in uniform?” Her hands fall down to my hips and I grab them, stopping them.
I cannot have sex at Tate and Missy’s wedding.

I know what she’s doing, and it’s working. “Well, here I am, sweetheart. What are you gonna do with me?” I ask, lowering my face down to hers.

She pulls her left hand from my hold and places it on the side of my face. I flinch and she gives me a warm smile, one that actually looks real, but I know it’s as fake as her tits. 

I go to return it, but her hand moves quickly to my nose. She pinches it and I scream out like a little girl as I take a step back from her and she lets go. She walks away with her head held high and I bend over trying to breathe. “Fuck,” I mumble as a sharp pain runs up and down my spine. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That bitch pinched my nose.
Jesus Christ
.

I place my hand on the wall as I bend over holding it. God, it hurts so badly! Trying to settle my heart rate, I take a few deep breaths.

When I can finally stand up straight, I straighten my suit jacket and take a deep breath. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. That bitch is crazy!

I make my way down the hall and see all the girls lined up with my best friends. Slade gives me a big smile, but it falls when I don’t return it. He leans down and whispers into Sam’s ear before he leaves her side and walks over to me. “What’s wrong with you?” he asks. “Holly’s cousin here?” He laughs at his own question.

“No. But the chick who tried to break my nose is,” I hiss. I reach up and softly touch it. “Am I bleeding?”

His baby blue eyes widen. “What? Where?” He starts to look around the room and I pull on his suit to get him to stop staring.

“Kat…”

“Katherine is the one who broke your nose?” he asks trying not laugh. “That’s the crazy bitch you can’t quit talking about?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, it’s Katherine. How do you know her?” I ask confused.

“I’ve met her once before. I went out with Tate to meet Missy and her friend for drinks. It was Katherine.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“Parker,” Missy warns from the other side of the room. “Watch your mouth. This is a church.” She speaks to me as if I’m a child.

My eyes fall to Katherine as she covers her mouth to smother a laugh. I narrow my eyes on her. “Well, believe me, I won’t be the only one here to go up in flames for fucking...” Slade places his hands on my chest and pushes me back into a room.

“You can’t do this now, Parker,” he says trying to reason with me.

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