Peyton returned Sunnie’s sickly sweet smile with one of her own. “Well, Sunnie,” she said, “I just can't bring myself to think of it as romantic when dear Dale was already engaged to someone else.” “But when it's love,” Starr simpered, “you just can't deny it.” Peyton snorted again. “Love? Lust maybe.” Starr pouted and Peyton had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She hated it when women pulled that dumb-blonde bullshit. It just contributed to the mass of stereotypes and gave all women a bad name. “You don't believe in love at first sight?” Butch asked. “I was with Dale for two years,” Peyton said. “We were in love, or so I thought, and it certainly didn't happen at first sight.” “What about you, Starr? Was it love at first sight?” Starr squinched her nose up in that cute way that some women could. “Maybe not at first sight but it was definitely within the month.” Peyton coughed into her hand. “Bullshit.” “You don't believe her?” Sunni
“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
The woman waved her hand at the retreating back of the guy who had just been hassling her. “No guy is going to want you if you treat them like that. It's no surprise Dale went looking elsewhere.” What. The. Fuck? Was it still too early for that drink?“Fuck,” Finn growled under his breath. Any minute now Carter would be in Finn’s office gloating and Finn would have no more excuses. “3, 2, 1.” The office door opened and Carter stood there, a big grin on his face. “What did I tell you?” Finn rolled his eyes. The results from the online poll were in and they were overwhelmingly in favor of Finn trying to get Peyton to fall in love with him. “Fine,” Finn said with a sigh, “you win.” “I really like hearing those words,” Carter said. “Yeah, whatever, but don't say I didn't warn you. There is going to be a backlash about this.” “Pfft.” Carter waved Finn’s comment away. “We are not exactly virgins when it comes to controversy.” That was the truth. The Playbook had be
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
The final stage of falling in love is…Attachment.Attachment comes by way of a little chemical called oxytocin. You know that cuddly feeling you get after a spectacular orgasm? That's oxytocin. Your brain releases this chemical after climaxing and its job is to help you bond with your mate. This is why a lot of women confuse sex with love. Interestingly, this same hormone is released during childbirth and breastfeeding to help build the bond between mother and child.It should be worth noting here that studies on party drugs such as GHB have indicated that oxytocin may be responsible for the dissociative behavior that drugs like this produce. Just like dopamine can make you obsessive, oxytocin may in fact make you reckless - the two things needed to fall in love.Along with oxytocin, vasopressin is another hormone released during this attachment stage that helps build the bond between couples - according to a study done on prairie voles. Prairie voles are monogamous for the most part
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
Finn hadn't been lying when he said his apartment was close by. They were practically neighbors and she hadn't even known it. His building was a large converted warehouse that she drove by every day. Peyton could even remember watching the old building being restored. She never thought she'd have the opportunity to go inside. Finn kept an arm around her as she limped pathetically into the lobby. There was no doorman - just an elevator, a bank of six mailboxes, and a door she assumed led to stairs. Finn directed her to the elevator and pressed the call button while she stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do or say. Being around him made her thoughts muddled. Having him touch her, his arm securely wrapped around her to make sure she didn't fall, made her tongue-tied. The only other time she had experienced anything remotely similar had been when she was at the height of her crush on Declan. Oh shit. Was she developing a crush on Finn? Peyton almost rolled her e
“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