Fifty shades of Parker (x reader)

❤︎✱Nice to see you again✱ ❤︎

Y/N POV

"Sooo! What was it like?!" Jessica asked. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I said putting my elbow under my chin on the island in the kitchen.

"I mean...what do you think about Mr.Parker? Hot right?" she said climbing on my shoulders and shaking me.

"Okay! I don't like him.." I said with a serious yet laughing face. "He's stuck up, arrogant, and demanding."

"Sooo Hot!!!" I just rolled my eyes and got a water from the refrigerator. "I ship it to the core!" Jess said before my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered

"Is this Y/N" a slightly familiar voice said. I furrowed my eyebrows and put the call on speaker for Jess to hear.

"This is she.." I replied staring at Jess.

"Tomorrow at 11 a.m. you have an appointment with Mr.Parker. That's all good bye." Sooner I recognized the voice as Mrs.Chanel. My face was practically a question mark.

"Uh- Wtf?" Jess said. "So, you don't like him yet you have another appointment with him? For what?" She asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know! Can't you see i'm just as confused as you." I said shrugging.

"Well, are you gonna go?" Jess asked. Of course I was. But she didn't have to know.

"No, I'm just gonna probably work on my studies and hang out with Alex tomorrow." I said walking away. I'm such a good liar.

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"Mr.Parker is ready to see you now." Ms. Chanel said leading me to the back into Mr.Parker's office. I walked into his office and Ms.Chanel shoves me in, closing it after me.

My head was down and my heart was loud.

"Y/l/n, Sit." Mf.Parker says to me. I furrowed my brows.

"Thanks for asking politely," I said sarcastically. "Why am I here?" I asked bluntly.

"We didn't finish our interview yesterday." He replied.

"Yes we did? I asked you all my questions." I said flipping to the questions  that were marked off as read.

"I want to ask you some questions" He said placing his ballpoint pen down.

"Okay, proceed." I accepted crossing my legs as I get comfortable.

"Where are you from?" He says folding his hands.

(This story takes place in Seattle. I don't know why I just get big Seattle vibes)

"Oregon" I replied

"So you didn't move far"

"No, but it feels like it. Next question."

"What would you do if you were rich with money?" He asked leaning back in his chair. As he danced his fingers across his lips.

"I'd buy everything I need. I'd pay off college loans. Buy a new home for, not only me, but my mother too. I'd get the lastest Lexus or Jeep." I finished

"Sounds like you got it planned out." He stated

"Sounds like it." I rephrased.

"Do you like coffee?" He asked

"Sure?" I answered in confusion.

"Come on" He said standing up and walking out of his office. Like a dog, I follow him. Trying to keep up.

"Jonathan, ring my car up." I heard him say.

"Yes sir" Who I assume is Jonathan says.

"Wait what? Where are we going? Hell, what am I doing?!" I yelped. A car, I assumed it was his, pulled up. Damn- it a nice car.

"Get in the car" He said sternly. I crossed my arms and furrowed my brows.

"N-No." I said standing my ground. He looked over the car and into my soul. My heart raced, beating in my ears. His eyes said, 'Get in the car. Now.' So that's what I did. I shakingly opened his Mercedes Benz door.
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"The coffee shop?" I said as we sat in the parking lot.

"I thought i could get to know you over some quacksons and cappuccinos" He smirked and got out of the car. I huffed and followed behind him.

"I don't like cappuccinos though!" I shouted

"They have smoothies" I heard that stupid smirk of his.

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"Id have, what do you y/n?" Mr.Parker said turning to me.

"Blueberry Smoothie with bananas and chia seeds" I said with a smile.

"And I'll have a black coffee with a quackson." He finished.

"A quackson? What's that?" The waiter asked.

"The dough semi circle bread" I giggled at his attempt to answer the waiters question.

"A croissant?" The waiter asked.

"That's what I said." Mr.Parker said. I giggled.

"Okay order will be out soon." I continued me silent giggles because it was hilarious.

"What's so funny?" He said with the slightest smile he'd wore since i met him.

"Quackson" I mocked as a murmur.

"What was that?" He said with a suspicious smirk.

"Quack-." The sudden feeling of a foot being dragged up my leg stopped me. I looked over to Mr.Parker and he had a huge ass smirk.

"What was that y/n?" His foot was tapping my core. A force moved me forward to grind on his foot. That was until the waiter came.

"Your smoothie, coffee, and quackson." My breathing eased as the seconds went by. His piercing brown eyes reading my like i was a book.

And He knew this book was interesting

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