All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Finn sat at his desk staring at his computer screen and not getting any work done. He was supposed to be replying to his subscribers’ comments and questions, but just looking at the blog made him think about Peyton and what he was doing by deceiving her. He hadn’t been lying when he spoke to her earlier, he did want to spend more time with her. He did want to explore what was happening between them, but he was also still lying to her about why they met, and why he had been pursuing her. He hadn’t meant to spill his guts to her in that damned coffee shop. He definitely hadn’t meant to imply that they could have something beyond their next date, but he had and now he was suffering buyer’s remorse. But even that wasn’t entirely true. Part of him wanted to keep seeing her and let the chips fall where they may. Part of him was excited to see just how far down the rabbit hole he could go. The part of him that he had cut off after Chantel had destroyed his heart was growing back faster t

Brian and Jonathon shared a look. “Finn Devereaux?” Peyton nodded. “Yeah. Do you know him?” “I think we went to the same university,” Brian said. “Have you known him long?” “We’ve been dating for a couple of weeks. I met him at the hospital when he was visiting his, well, his nephew, although they’re not really related. And then he stopped and helped me change my tire. We ran into each other a couple of times and then he asked me out on a date.” “Do you know what he does?” Brian asked. “He works for an online magazine or something,” Peyton said with a shrug. “We don’t talk about work when we’re together.” “TMI, Peyton,” Cassie said with a grimace. “Stop it,” she replied. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant we talked about other things. Work doesn’t come up.” Brian and Jonathon shared a look and then turned back to eating. It was weird and Peyton didn’t know what to make of it. The atmosphere in the room had

Finn sat at the table in the restaurant and played with his wine glass. His suit felt restrictive, like his tie was cutting off his breath and his jacket felt like it didn’t fit him properly even though it had been tailor-made for him. Peyton was late. Not late enough to worry about yet, but late enough for a niggle of apprehension to wiggle its way into his psyche. It was a sign. He had decided that tonight would be the night that he would come clean with her. Lay it all out on the table. Bare his heart and soul to her. But she was late and that definitely had to be a sign that he shouldn’t go through with it. Carter would kill him if he did, anyway. There was just one more blog post in the series to write and Carter would advise him to wait until after the series was finished. But that felt wrong to Finn. The whole thing had felt wrong from the beginning and he wished that he had gone with his gut and refused the assignment. Now it was too late for recriminations. He did w

“Come on, Peyton,” he said when she didn’t reply. He turned his head to look at her and let the corner of his mouth quirk up in a satisfied smile. “You were the best PR I could have ever had. That video you did? Pure gold. The best kind of clickbait that could ever exist. I was already stealing readers away from The Playbook but then you came along and my readers couldn’t get enough.” He picked up his drink and sipped. Peyton felt like she was going to be sick and all she wanted to do was to run far, far away from the man in front of her. But she couldn’t move. She was rooted to the spot, needing to hear the rest of what he had to say. “Yes, I had someone hidden amongst the paps that were outside your apartment and he even followed you once, when you thought you had escaped by going out the back door. He chased you down the jogging path, but then you disappeared. I was pissed, I can’t deny it.” That had been the day she had fallen flat on her face in front of Finn. When she had

Peyton didn’t speak as she entered the elevator. Dale followed, wringing his hands like some old woman from a fifties television show. She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. It was taking all her effort not to haul off and hit him. God! She wanted to hit him so much! Instead, she kept her eyes averted - not looking down, just away from him. She had nothing to feel ashamed about and she wouldn’t let him intimidate her into feeling that way. When the elevator reached her floor, the doors opened and she strode out and down the hall towards her apartment door. He followed. She unlocked her door and walked into her apartment, leaving the door ajar for him. She put down her bag and slipped off her shoes then walked the seven steps to the kitchen to put the kettle on. She needed more than just tea, but that could wait until after he left. She could feel him standing behind her, watching her. She didn’t turn around. He was the one who had turned up on her doorstep, she wasn’t going t