All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“What the actual fuck?” Peyton looked at Cassie in the hope that her sister could explain what the hell had just happened. She didn't even get a chance to mention Chloe’s charity. The entire interview had been hijacked. She should have known better than to trust this sleazy excuse for a news program. “Devious pieces of shit,” Cassie muttered under her breath. She looked around spotted the producer and took off after him, leaving Peyton standing there. With a sigh, Peyton fished out her phone and switched it back on, regretting it as her phone blew up with text messages and notifications. “Fuck my life,” she muttered. Shouldering her bag, Peyton stalked out of the studio. She didn't know how long Cassie was going to be and the last thing she wanted was to be standing around feeling like some specimen under a microscope. She could not believe just how awful that interview had been. Blindsided by Starr Sparkles, her replacement, and then baited into some sort of

He knew the goal was to get her to fall in love with him and that he could, and should, keep his heart out of the matter completely. He also knew that for her to really fall in love with him, he would have to open himself up to her. Women knew when you were being fake and if he went into this half-arsed, then she would know he wasn't genuine. The only way to get her to fall for him was to let himself fall for her. Fuck. Where the hell did that thought even come from? He didn't want her to fall in love with him. He was only doing this so he could protect her against further ridicule. If anything, he wanted to show his readers that there was no formula they could follow in order to get a woman to fall in love. He knew from experience, limited though it was, that falling in love happened organically, even when you didn't want it to happen at all. Falling in love with another person was all about the chemicals in your brain and had nothing to do with how you wooed. That's why women fell

So jogging. It had the desired effect of keeping her incognito and using up all the adrenaline that her current levels of stress were producing. In short, it kept her from rampaging through the streets like the Hulk on a bender. The Hulk bender temptation was real. Instead, she ran. She ran as far and as fast as she could and prayed for the runner’s high that would help her see that her life wasn't really that bad and that things could be worse. She rounded the corner, her mind blissfully blank, when she heard her name called. She wasn't thinking - that's the only reason she reacted and turned her head towards the voice. It was only as she saw the guy lift his camera with its telephoto lens that she realized her mistake. The guy started running towards her and Peyton took off, leaving little dust clouds in her wake. Peyton could hear the pounding steps behind her and her adrenaline spiked. She rounded another corner and while she was out of his line of sight, she jumped

“Come on, Finn,” she said with exasperation, “don't deny that you have seen all the stuff on television about me. I've become a goddamned reality star overnight and I'm not even on any damned show and getting paid for it.” His eyebrows lowered in puzzlement. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he said. “Wake Up, Australia? I was interviewed on there the other day because of a stupid YouTube video that my friend posted of me when I was in a drunken rage over my fiancé being a gutless wonder.” He shook his head slowly. “Nope. Not ringing any bells. I don't watch Wake Up, Australia. It's more tabloid than news program and I think it is sloppy reporting.” Peyton felt a little bit of her anxiety leak away. “You didn't see the interview?” she asked. He shook his head. “Wow. You must be the only one in Australia who didn't.” “So now you have reporters chasing you?” “They're camped outside my building. I thought I gave them the slip when I left th

When she was dressed, she headed back to her bathroom and gave her long, red hair a quick brush before pulling it up on her head in a messy bun. She put on some tinted moisturizer that also had sun protection, a swipe of mascara, and a touch of lip gloss. She gave herself a once over in the mirror and surprisingly, liked what she saw. It wasn't glamorous, but it was practical and comfortable and she felt good, which was the whole point of her rant in the first place. Here she was - or rather, had been - running around stressed about what to wear when Finn probably hadn't given it a second thought. It seemed to be an ingrained thing to try and dress to please a man, but she had to remember that she didn't do that anymore. Without another glance in the mirror, she left the apartment using the back entrance and cut across the park towards Finn’s place, something she would never have been able to do if she had dressed like she used to. But in shorts, a tank, and her pink Chucks,