All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Felicity said as she stood. “I’ve sent Mason home on any number of occasions because he was being an insufferable shithead.” “Are you saying I’m being an insufferable shithead?” Dianna asked. “No, sweetie. You’re being worse. You’ve now crossed over into manifesting as a demon from hell. Now take your demon-arse home, pick up some chocolate and wine on the way, and wallow in your sulphur-infused grumpiness to your heart’s content.” “The launch is in two weeks.” “And if you go home now and deal with all this—” Felicity moved her hands in a circular motion indicating the hot mess that was Dianna “—then you will be back to being the gaming angel from heaven that we all know you to be. Now scoot. I don’t want to see you back in the office until your skin no longer has a reddish black cast and steam is no longer coming out of your ears.”Jack looked up from his laptop when he heard the tap on his door. Finn grinned at him from the doorway. “He

“Thanks for coming with me, Mum,” Dianna said. “Will he be much longer?” They were sitting in the waiting room for the doctor, who was running late…as usual. Dianna’s doctor was great, but because he was great and took time with each patient—more time than the allotted ten-minute appointment time—he was perpetually late. “He shouldn’t be too much longer,” Dianna said with a sigh. “You don’t have to stay. I can just text you when I’m ready to go home.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Fran said. “I’m here now. I may as well hear what he has to say.” Dianna held in a sigh. She wouldn’t have called her mother, except she was in too much pain to drive herself. It wasn’t a flare-up, or at least she didn’t think it was. This was just the typical pile-on that happened when she got her period. There was a reason women were told not to schedule waxing or tattoo appointments when their period was due…it hurt more. And this doctor’s appointment was just one of her usual check-ups.

Jack grunted when he looked at the display on his phone. “Dahlia,” he practically growled when he answered. “Hi Jack,” Dahlia said with a weary sigh. “She wants another chance, doesn’t she?” Jack asked. “Of course she does,” he answered his own question, not giving Dahlia a chance to speak. “How many chances does she expect to get? How many times am I expected to put Riley through this?” “It’s not that simple, Jack,” Dahlia said. “It never is with her,” he growled. “Look, Jack, she had reasons for not showing up last time—” “Excuses,” Jack snapped. “Kara always has excuses.” “Okay, granted. In the past, she has been flakey, but I believe her this time. She wants to see her son, Jack.” “And what about Riley? What if he doesn’t want to see her? Does she even care what he wants?” “She just wants a chance. Can you give her that?” “You told me that last time,” he said. “You told me if she didn’t show we wouldn’t have to go through this

“Oh, honey, I wish I could,” Rosie said. “But I have an open house that day. What about one of your sisters?” “They’re doing a spa day together,” Jack replied with a sigh. “It’s okay, Mum, I’ll figure it out.” Jack hung up the call and leaned back in his office chair. Fucking Carter. Jack was certain the guy had somehow known no one was available to babysit, but then scheduled the interview for Jack, anyway. Carter did shit like that just to piss him off, Jack was sure of it. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?” Finn asked, coming into the room and flopping into the chair opposite Jack. “Carter,” Jack replied. “He scheduled an interview with Thomas Blayne from Odinica.” “Are they the ones who are developing VR gaming systems?” Finn asked, sitting forward in the chair. “Yes,” Jack replied, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s next weekend and I have no one to look after Riley.” Finn winced. “I would look after Riley if I could—” Jack waved Finn’s comment away. “It’s o

Dianna tried to ignore the pain as she cleaned her apartment. She stripped the bed, scrubbed the bathroom, and even put away her clean laundry. She was nervous about the coming evening; nervous and excited. She had to keep moving, or she thought she would go insane. And still, the pain built. It didn’t help that she pushed herself and ignored the warning signs. She fought back the desire to collapse on the couch and rest. Her brain was too busy to rest, and she wanted her apartment to be spotless for when Jack arrived. She couldn’t relax, no matter how much her body demanded it. The day seemed to crawl by, which was good in one respect—it gave her all the time she needed to clean her house—but it was also bad because it wound her body up in a tight spiral of anxiety. Yes, she’d slept with Jack before, but this felt different. This was planned, not spontaneous like it had been last time. Jack was coming over for sex and there was no way she could paint a different picture. Th