The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  “Hello?” I snap.

  “You called?” He sounds like he’s in bed.

  “Yes. Wanna go out and look at some tits and ass?” I ask, and Missy rolls her eyes at me.

  “Yeah,” he says slowly as if he has to think about it. “Sounds good.” I rattle off a club and tell him to meet me there.

  “You’re gonna fuck it up,” Tate says looking up at me.

  I turn and head for the door. “I’m gonna be fucking something,” I call over my shoulder.

  An hour later, I’ve had three beers and a scotch on the rocks. I haven’t had any lap dances, but a few girls have come to sit on my lap. As soon as they sat down, I pushed them away, though. I’m just not in the mood now.

  I watch as a redhead walks up onto the stage dressed as a sexy kitten when I feel my phone vibrate on the table. I look down to read it.

  Mom: Can’t wait to see you at your father’s re-election party tomorrow night. Your father said you’re bringing a date. Can‘t wait to meet her. Love you.

  “FUCK,” I hiss. I forgot all about that party with my parents tomorrow night. Now what in the hell am I gonna do? I scroll to Kat’s name in my contacts and stare at it for a few seconds. I finally press call as I walk outside of the club and listen for it to ring. It rings twice and then goes to voicemail. Shit! She pressed the ‘fuck you’ button on me. I dial it again. This time it only rings once.

  I grind my teeth as I walk over to my truck. I don’t even bother going back inside. “Where are you going?” Mason yells from the entrance behind me.

  “I’ll call you later,” I call out as I jump up into my truck.

  What am I gonna say to Kat? I’m sorry? I’m a dick? I felt like I was cornered, and that’s why I made up all that bullshit? I mean, this girl is under my skin, and it’s annoying. I have called her twice and both times she pressed ignore. And now I’m heading over to her house like a whipped little pussy boyfriend. After I just left a strip club. Fuck, this is not gonna go my way. What do I plan on doing? Walk up to her door and demand that she open it? Do I ask her to come to the party once again tomorrow? Or do I just say ‘Hey, bitch. Don’t forget we have plans tomorrow’ and then just turn around and leave? Fuck if I know.

  I pull up to her house and straighten my shirt as I get out of my truck. Quickly, I make my way up to her door and knock on it. I roll back on my heels and place my hands behind my back. After thirty seconds, I knock on it again. After another thirty seconds, I ring the doorbell once. Twice. Three times.

  “What the hell….?” she yells swinging the door open. Her eyes narrow when she sees me and she pulls her robe tighter around herself. “Why are you here?”

  “I tried calling you,” I growl, taking a step toward her.

  “I know. I pressed ignore. Did you not get the hint?” she snaps.

  “Why, you little…”

  “What do you want?” she yells.

  I take a calming breath. “May I come in?”

  “No,” she says, before turning to slam the door in my face.

  I reach out and hit the door with my hand before it can close all the way. It swings open and hits the wall with a bang. She doesn’t even bother turning around to face me as she walks toward the kitchen.

  “What the hell is your problem?” I demand entering the kitchen behind her. “Why are you being such a bitch?”

  She spins around to face me. “What is my problem?” she asks mouth wide open in shock. “My problem is the way you spoke of me to Slade.”

  “That’s how guys talk.” I wave my hand in the air.

  “You’re so full of shit.” Her eyes look me up and down. “And you smell like sex.” She points to the front of the house. “Get your ass out of my house.”

  Fuck! “I can explain that.” Can I? I’m sorry, sweetheart, I just came from a strip club. That’s not gonna go well for me. I cover my balls.

  “I don’t need an explanation of how you fucked someone, Parker. I know how sex works,” she snaps.

  “I didn’t fuck anyone,” I yell. “Yes,” I say throwing my hands out to my side, “I went to a strip club. I went and looked at some tits and ass. Not like you were gonna give it up tonight. Not to me, at least. Maybe the guy in the bar?” That probably wasn’t the best thing to say. But I said it. Can’t take it back now.

  She reaches over and grabs a candle that sits on her kitchen counter. I duck just in time as it passes by my head. “You’re a piece of shit,” she screams as she fists her hands down by her side. “And I never wanna see you again.” She turns around and shoves a set of papers off her kitchen table.

  “Wow,” I say trying not to roll my eyes. “You actually sound serious. Been practicing that?” I ask flatly, as I lean back and place my hands on her counter. I need to take a different approach. Being a dick isn’t going to get me anywhere with her.

  “Serious?” she squeals. “I’m a hundred percent serious, you son of a bitch,” she snaps.

  I stare at her blankly, unaffected by her words, and she lets out a noise that sounds like a growl. I take a second to look around her kitchen to make sure it wasn’t her dog. I don’t put it past her to sic Boner on my ass. She would feed me to him as a chew toy and then dispose of what he doesn’t want. This bitch is that crazy. What can I say? I’ve always had a thing for crazy.

  Once I realize I’m in the clear, I focus my attention back on her. She narrows her eyes on mine as she sees her words are not riling me. But something else starts to awaken as I let my eyes roam over her stiff, yet gorgeous half-naked body. As she was flinging her arms around, her robe has loosened some, allowing me to see her big tits and most of her legs.

  “You don’t mean that.” I take a step closer to her.

  “Don’t you dare, Parker,” she warns throwing her arm up and shoving my chest.

  “Playing hard to get, darling?” My smirk grows.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks in all seriousness, and I lose my cool. I scratch the back of my neck, confused by how to act. I’ve seriously hurt her and that wasn’t my intention at all.

  “What did you want me to say?” I ask desperately. “We’re doing great. We’re in love. We plan on marrying soon?” My voice rises with each sentence. “I offered myself to you, and you haven’t taken it.”

  “Well, you didn’t have a problem telling me how you felt at the nursing home,” she snaps. “You don’t need to fill me full of shit in order for me to spread my legs,” she yells.

  “You’re right,” I ground out. “You seem to do that pretty damn easily,” I yell. “I thought you were gonna spread your legs for the guy at the bar for all of us to watch. But you’re into that kind of shit, aren’t you?”

  “Fuck you, Parker,” she screams.

  “We already did that,” I say with a nod.

  She hangs her head and takes a deep breath before she looks up at me. “I won’t be that bitch for you, Parker.”

  “What?” I demand. She always talks in fucking riddles.

  “I won’t rip myself apart in order for you to feel whole,” she says as she shakes her head quickly. “I won’t stroke your ego to make you feel more like a man.”

  I throw my head back and laugh, mostly because this whole situation is making me delirious. “I’m not the one who needs to feel whole, sweetheart,” I say sweetly.

  She bows her chest as she takes a deep breath. She looks as if she wants to scream something else at me but instead she reaches over to the counter and takes a napkin out of the napkin holder. She walks over to me and shoves it in my chest.

  I let out a breath as I reach for it. “What’s this for?” I demand as she starts to walk away.

  “To wipe all that bullshit off your lips,” she calls over her shoulder.

  “The only one talking bullshit is you,” I say, spinning around and going after her.

  I catch up with her in the living room and spin her around. I grab her shoulders and pull her into me. “I fucked up. I panicked.” I tell her the
truth. Since I can’t seem to tell it to anyone else. “How do you think I felt? I laid it all out on the table for you and you left me hanging,” I say through gritted teeth. “What do you want from me?” I demand.

  She straightens her back and lifts her chin. “I want you to prove it.”

  “I will.” That’s one thing about me. Throw me a challenge and I’ll show you just how determined I can be.

  “Fucking other women only proves you’re a piece of shit!” She spits the words at me and then walks past me for the second time.

  “I didn’t fuck anyone,” I remind her once again as I allow her to walk away.

  “Get the fuck out of my house.” She’s right. I just keep fucking up with her.

  I spin around and leave.

  *****

  KATHERINE

  I sit in my father’s room looking through a magazine as he takes his afternoon nap. I’ve been here since I woke up this morning. After what happened to Parker and me last night, I felt this is where I needed to be. I just had this feeling that I should be with him today. I brought him a book to read. The bible. I know, right, you wouldn’t expect me to read the bible. But I read it to him. My mom gave him a bible on their wedding day. On the first page, it reads To the man I can call mine. I will love you until the end of time. It makes me sick to even look at. That she filled him with so much hope and so much love, only to take it all away. To leave him feeling empty and alone. I didn’t know it at the time, but he took it well. He never stopped being a father. A provider. I didn’t understand how the world worked at age six but now I know. Now it kills me to watch him say her name. The smile that spreads across his face when he thinks of her. It makes me want to cry at times, but I hold it in. ‘Cause that’s what we do. We stay strong. We don’t break. When I really wanna shake him and say wake up. She left you. She’s not coming back. But that would break his heart, and I hate to see him suffer over her. He’s done it for too long.

  I look down at my phone as I hear it vibrate next to me. “Hello?” I ask, getting up and walking out into the hallway.

  “”I’m sorry,” Parker says for the hundredth time. He’s been calling and texting all day. And to be honest, I’m not really mad at him anymore. I made out with that guy last night in front of his friends, which led to our fight. So what if he went to a strip club? I don’t find anything wrong with that. Call me stupid, but I believe that he didn’t sleep with anyone.

  “It’s okay.”

  He sighs heavily. “No, it’s not. Kat, I want…”

  “Stop,” I say letting out a deep breath. “Just stop, Parker.”

  He’s silent for a few seconds. “Okay. I wanted to remind you that we have that party with my parents tonight,” Parker mumbles and I hate that I smile.

  “I remembered.” I didn’t think he’d want me to go after what I did.

  “Okay.” He sighs. “Just wanted to make sure. I’m not going unless you go with me.”

  “I’ll be there. What time do I need to arrive?” I don’t know why I’m going to be honest. Just to get out of the house?

  “You’re joking, right? I’m picking you up. Be ready by seven.”

  “Okay.”

  I hang up and turn to walk back into my father’s room. I sit down and place my head in my hands. What have I allowed myself to do? Fall for him? A man who is only gonna leave me alone and heartbroken. All I know is that our ride isn’t over yet.

  *****

  “I’m coming,” I yell as I try to put my earring through my ear. Once I accomplish that, I head for the door as I put the back on.

  I open the door to see Parker standing there with a black tux on. It doesn’t matter what the man wears—a uniform, a tux, or just Superman boxers—he looks mouthwatering good.

  “You look amazing,” he says as his eyes look me up and down.

  I place my arms out to my side and do a little twirl for him. “You like it?” I ask nervously. I spent three hours shopping for the right dress for tonight. How often are you asked to attend a party for the mayor, when you just so happen to be fucking his son? Not often.

  I chose a dark gray strapless dress. My hair is up in a sock bun in order to show off the dress, and I’m wearing a simple black choker to finish it off.

  “I love it,” he says entering my house. He reaches out and places his hand on the back of my neck. He pulls me to him and softly kisses my lips. I open for him allowing him to go deeper. He doesn’t hesitate as his other hand lands on my ass. My tongue works with his, and I let out a moan when I feel him harden against my stomach.

  He pulls away, shaking his head. “No.” He wipes my kiss off his lips. “We can’t be getting into that right now, but I do have a surprise that you will like.”

  “Surprises? I hate surprises,” I inform him, and he laughs it off.

  “You’ll like this one.” He places his hands in his pants pockets. “Are you wearing panties?”

  “Uh. Yeah,” I say slowly. “What does that…?”

  “Good.” He smiles. “Lift up your dress,” he orders.

  “Why?” I thought we didn’t have time for sex?

  “Lift it up.” He orders again, and I narrow my eyes at him, wanting an answer. “Katherine? Lift it up. I promise you’ll like it.”

  I sigh heavily but grab the bottom of my dress and lift it up to my stomach, revealing my panties. This is awkward.

  He pulls his hands out of his pocket and in his left hand is a black looking bullet with a chrome trim around the top. He then reaches for my panties, but I take a step back. “What is that?”

  “Don’t you trust me?” he asks with a smirk

  “No,” I say truthfully.

  He straightens and holds it up in front of me. “This party is going to be boring as hell. I wanna spice it up a little for you. Keep you entertained.”

  “And how is that—” I point to the black bullet he’s holding up, “going to keep me entertained?” I ask.

  “Just let me show you. Please?” His voice is so sweet and the smile on his face is infectious. I smile back and nod. How bad can it be?

  He reaches back down and pulls my panties back. “Perfect,” he says excitedly. “See this little opening in the fabric?”

  I look down to see the opening he’s talking about in my underwear. “Almost every pair of women’s panties has this opening.”

  “How often do you wear women’s panties?” I ask with a laugh.

  “Only on days that end in a y,” he says making me laugh harder. “No, really. The lady at the store told me about it.” He slips the little black bullet into the hole and then puts my panties back in place. He then takes my dress out of my hands and places it back where it belongs. “The vibrator came with its own thong, but they weren’t attractive. So I was hoping you wore a pair that had it.” He smiles.

  “Oh,” I say thinking over what he said. “Did you say vibrator?” I ask in shock. I go to pull my dress up, but he grabs my arms stopping me.

  “Oh, no. Leave it, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips.

  “Parker,” I whine. “I can’t have a vibrator in my panties while I’m around your parents.” Is he crazy?

  “You can and you will,” he says matter-of-factly.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I rub my legs together. Hmm. “I can barely feel it.” Maybe it won’t be that bad.

  He chuckles as he kisses my cheek. “Come on. It’s time to go.” He takes my hand and I grab my clutch off the back of the couch.

  “A limo?” I ask as I see a black stretch limo sitting outside of my driveway.

  “My father sent it. He’s sucking up,” he says, taking my hand and helping me in as the driver holds the back door open for us.

  “It’s working.”

  He remains silent as the limo pulls away from the curb and I take the chance to look around the limo. Light blue lights outline the floor and the back of the seats. A long mirror covers the length of the ceiling and the back of the bar area. There’
s a bottle of champagne on ice and two champagne flutes sitting next to it.

  Parker moves over to the seat that faces the bar and picks up the champagne. “I don’t want one,” I say, letting him know before he opens it.

  He smirks as he pops the top of it. “Yes, you do.” Without another question, he reaches over and grabs a flute. He fills it up and hands it to me. “Have a drink, hunny.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you going to be this way all night?”

  “What way?”

  “Condescending? Bossy?” I name a couple. “I could go on.”

  “That’s enough.” He laughs as he comes to sit back next to me. “Just have a drink.” He runs his thumb over my exposed shoulder and my skin tingles from it.

  I wait a few seconds for the bubbles to settle and then tilt back the flute. I take a few sips and then go to set it down, but he grabs my wrist. “All of it,” he orders, and I give up the fight. He’s on a roll tonight. And I know it’s because of where we are going.

  I tilt back the flute and down what’s left of it. Once done, he takes it from me and places it beside him. He then runs the tip of his fingers over the tops of my breasts. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” he questions, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on them

  “No,” I say jokingly.

  His hand makes its way up the side of my breasts and over my shoulder. It continues up to my neck and his lips follow the same path with kisses. When they land on my neck, he whispers, “You look fucking beautiful tonight, sweetheart.”

  I hiss in a breath as his teeth gently nibble on my skin. “Are you ready for your surprise?”

  “Yes,” I say letting my head fall back against the seat.

  He removes his lips away from my neck and starts to dig in the pocket of his black tux. When he finds what he’s looking for, he gives me an evil smile. A smile that makes me a little concerned.

  He holds up a thick black ring. That has a chrome ring around the top of it. With a black circle placed in the center. “What is that?” I ask. And the hairs on my legs start to stand up from the champagne.