All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Peyton found it difficult to open her front door. She was holding a big messenger bag and a bag of Thai food in her other hand when the overstuffed garment bag with the absurdly huge Cinderella outfit got stuck between her and the door jamb. Her front door key and her phone, which had been vibrating frantically, were in her other hand. With a burst of kinetic force, she rocketed through the little gap like a bullet fired from a spitball pipe and managed to burst inside the room. The keys, phone, and clothes bag all went flying, but she was able to save herself and her Thai meal from falling to the ground. If the messenger bag hadn't been fastened across her body, it would have done the same."Shit! She shouted, not specifically to anyone.Anyhow, no one was around to hear her scream. She was a single woman. In theory. Although he didn't pay rent for the privilege, her fiancé spent most nights at her apartment, but he hadn't been there in a few weeks. Because he was a hot salesperson a

Mia knelt next to her and gave her a kind nod. Yes, it would be incredible!"Peyton rested her head back on the sofa, gazing up at the sky. "When she finally gets a hold of me, my sister is going to have a field day," she said. "And Declan will laugh himself silly."Does Declan have a sister that he married?"Not at all. It is he who wed my boss on his own private island in the Whitsundays.Right. the person you're crushing on."Had." possessed a crush on. But it's terrible how smitten he is with Chloe. I no longer have any regard for him at all.Yes, exactly, Mia snorted. It's awful, but not really, to see a gorgeous billionaire, that is, become all mushy and gooey over his expectant wife. Not in the slightest.Peyton let out a sigh. "I am aware."After the song ended, it began again.Mia sprang to her feet and exclaimed, "I have an idea." "This song is perfect for making fun of Dale. You may inform his new wife that she married a complete douchebag and tell him what a useless piece

Peyton announced to Mia, who was staring at her as if she would pass out, "I'm going for a shower." "Cassie will arrive shortly."Mia remarked, "I might take off then." Mia avoided spending as much time as possible with Cassie since she intimidated her.Peyton responded, "You don't have to leave.""Yes, I believe I do."Peyton pulled Mia into an embrace and whispered, "I don't blame you, Mia, and neither will Cassie.""Nevertheless, I'd rather not be here just in case," Mia remarked.Peyton cluckingly responded, "Okay, chicken," as Mia made her way to the front door.Peyton took a deep breath and fought back the tears when she was alone herself. How could she always get caught up in this?Chloe and Becky accompanied Cassie as they arrived. They carried gifts that could be eaten when they entered Peyton's flat. Chloe was ready to break into any database in order to assist Peyton—she had already purchased her laptop. Peyton felt her tears well up again as Becky gave her a firm hug.She

"Carter Beckett! As he raced inside the office, Finn shouted.A few heads peered out from behind workstation dividers, quickly dissipating again when they noticed the meerkat-like grimace on his face. Finn showed no concern. He was angry, and he wanted everyone to know how angry he was.As Finn entered his office and closed the door behind him, his buddy and editor called him "Finn."Finn replied, "Fucking hell, Carter," and he fell back into the chair across from the desk. "I take a weekend trip, no, not even a weekend trip—""Finn—"Finn snarled, "You don't get to talk yet." "After spending a weekend away, you write this garbage on my blog? Carter, please, I thought we were capable of more than this.Carter only stared at Finn, who gave a gruff grunt at the back of his throat, without responding. Alright?""Now that I can talk, okay? Carter enquired while grinning pitifully.Finn flashed his fangs, and Carter raised his hands in submission."Okay," Carter said. Indeed. That video is

He leaned back in his chair, looked over the statistics, and muttered a curse. Yes. They were not good. Up until a few months ago, the drop-off had been slow; after that, they were dropping like flies. He wondered how many of his regular readers had been lured to the bright new Man About Town website, which was giving away a free six-month membership with every new register since there was a new site, a rival site. Although The Playbook provided a tonne of free stuff (they would be crazy not to), there was a fee to read his blog as well as some of the other blogs on the site. It was comparable to the cost of a print magazine membership, so it was understandable why his viewership was declining when Man About Town offered six months of free material.Fuck it.He had no desire to engage in a sexual rivalry with another website. And what was even more unappealing than that was opening fire in a conflict that would harm only men and women worldwide. None of us would benefit from a conflic