All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“I ’m not fucking shaving my beard off,” Frankie said, his arms crossed over his puffed-up chest and his legs wide. The stance was meant to be intimidating but Mia had to hide her smile behind her hand. All she could see was her brother when he was a kid and their mother tried to explain to him why he couldn’t keep the stray dog that had followed him home. Frankie eventually wore Maria down and Buster got to stay, but only after an extensive search for his owner. Now he was trying to make the same stand with Liam, only Liam wasn’t Maria and Mia didn’t think he would cave on the beard thing. They were in the studio with the photographer and makeup artist patiently waiting for the hair stylists to start so they could get some action shots. But Frankie was being his usual mule-headed self. The guy really didn’t take direction well, which was probably why he was his own boss. “We aren’t going to shave it off completely,” Liam said. “But that thing definitely needs a trim. You look l

Her arms slid over his shoulders and her fingers threaded into the hair at the base of his neck. Working with her hadn’t been as hard as he’d thought, especially when they could sneak moments alone like this. “Hmm,” she hummed as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck. “That feels nice.” “You feel nice,” he murmured. She tipped her head back to look at him. “Is everything okay?” “Of course,” he said, leaning in to nibble on her neck. “Who was on the phone?” she asked, her voice a little breathless. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder. “My mum. She’s going to stay in Melbourne for a while longer.” Mia tipped his face up so she could see his eyes. “That’s a good thing, right?” “Yeah,” he replied, dropping his head back to her shoulder and breathing her in. “She’s going to be staying with my brother.” “How do you feel about that?” “A little left out, if I’m honest,” he said quietly, not quite sure why he was being so truthful w

Mia sighed as Liam’s lips coasted down her throat, sending goosebumps skittering across her skin in the most delicious way. The man knew how to get her going from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. Not that she was complaining. After their little tryst in the closet a couple of days ago they decided, by mutual silent agreement, they wouldn’t go there again at work. It was too easy to get caught. The fallout was that Liam had barely walked into Mia’s apartment before his hands and mouth were all over her. Again, she wasn’t complaining. The phone rang and she pulled away, but Liam wouldn’t let her go. “Leave it,” he said, his raspy voice heating her skin. “I can’t,” Mia replied reluctantly. “It’s Peyton. I’ve been avoiding her all week and if I don’t answer, she’ll come over to check on me.” Liam groaned but let her go, at least enough so she could answer the phone. He kept his arms around her, though and his lips continued to tease the soft skin of her neck as she tried to

“Not exactly. We just didn’t have a chance to go through them together today.” Liam was just digging himself into a deeper hole with every word that came out of his mouth. “I’m going to get a drink since none of you bastards bothered to order me one.” He shoved up from the booth and stalked across the room toward the bar, kicking himself for his thoughtless comment. He needed to be more careful around his friends. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and Liam turned to see Parker standing behind him. “You want a beer?” Liam asked, not liking the way Parker was eyeing him. “Sure, if you’re buying.” He gave their order to the bartender and twisted to lean casually against the bar while they waited for their drinks. “What’s going on?” Parker asked. “Nothing.” “Sure. I don’t believe you, but whatever.” Liam gritted his teeth and groaned. “Look, I can’t get into it. It’s…complicated.” “Does it have anything to do with why you didn’t want Mia working at the office?” “Do

“Come on, get up,” Liam said, shaking Mia awake. “Five more minutes,” she mumbled, turning over and burying her face in the pillow. It was Saturday and Saturdays were for sleeping in. “No, you have to get up now,” Liam said, stripping the blankets off her. “We’re going to be late.” “Late for what?” she asked, finally sitting up and looking at Liam. He was dressed in jeans and a footy jersey. “Is that a Brighton jersey?” she asked, frowning. “Yep,” he said, tossing her a Kensington jersey. “You didn’t tell me you were a Brighton fan,” she grumbled, rolling out of bed and heading for the bathroom. “You didn’t ask,” he called after her. “Don’t take too long. We have a tram to catch.” Mia grumbled her way through a quick shower and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She quickly swiped on lip gloss and mascara and met Liam in the living room wearing her jeans and Kensington jersey. “Where are we going?” she asked, taking the travel mug of coffee Li