All Chapters of Accidentally His: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Russo’s birthday night had finally arrived. I slipped into my burgundy evening dress, the silky fabric hugging my figure just right, and paired it with my favourite heels. My hair was swept up neatly, exposing the line of my neck, giving me just enough confidence to face the night ahead.The moment I opened my bedroom door, carefully lifting the hem of my dress so I wouldn’t trip, Roni’s voice rang out behind me.“Geez, someone might mistake you for the birthday girl instead,” she remarked, her tone caught between playful and pointed as her eyes lingered on me.I forced a smile, swaying past her.Roni was still nowhere near ready. She strolled around the hallway in curlers and a towel, humming to herself as if time wasn’t slipping away.“My, my, my…” my father chuckled the moment I stepped into the living room, his eyes sweeping over me with a proud smile. He was seated comfortably beside Roni’s husband.“Too much?” I asked, suddenly second-guessing my outfit.“Nope. Just perfect,” he

I tried to swallow the storm inside me, resisting the urge to be the dramatic person everyone expects—the one who runs out of the room crying and screaming. Yet the ache was sharp and undeniable as I watched him pull out a chair for her, the simple gesture cutting deeper than words. She slid into the seat with ease, her smile soft, her body settling comfortably beside him as if she belonged there, while I sat frozen, every breath heavy with the sting of being replaced.Jo kept looking at me, her gaze steady and unshaken, even though Roni was seated right beside her, talking endlessly about her husband and the weight of her marital issues. The words spilled from Roni like a flood, but none of them seemed to reach Jo; her attention lingered on me, quiet and deliberate, as if she were listening to something unspoken between us instead. “It is so lovely to see you again, Dove,” Katie said with a smile that lit up her face.Again? What did she mean by again?“Good evening, Dove. I am Eli

It only dawned on me that he was talking about the pill. My throat tightened, but I dared not answer. I had already humiliated myself enough around Russo; the last thing I needed was to confirm his suspicions. How could I possibly admit that, yes, I had slept with Bash without protection, and worse—let myself get attached almost immediately? The thought of it made my stomach twist. And now, every time I caught even the slightest glimpse of him with another woman, it was like watching my heart shatter all over again.“It’s okay. It won’t last,” he said the moment he closed the distance between us.“What won’t last?” I asked, confusion tightening my voice.“Katie’s son and the model,” he replied casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.“Oh…” I muttered, unsure how to respond.“But for my sake,” his voice dipped lower, and I caught the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, “I hope it lasts.”He was standing so close now that I could smell his expensive cologne, laced with

“Fuck!” Russo groaned again, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, jaw tight as he tried to compose himself. The urgency in his movements betrayed the storm beneath his calm exterior.“I thought no one saw us coming?” I whispered, worry threading through my voice as I glanced toward the door.“Yeah, I thought so too,” he muttered, his tone low and edged with irritation. “But maybe someone managed to catch us.” His eyes flicked toward me, sharp and protective, as though already calculating how to shield me from prying eyes.He steadied me as I slid off the desk, his hands lingering at my waist until my feet found the floor. I tugged at my dress quickly, smoothing the fabric back into place, my heart still racing from what had almost happened.“Uhm, come and stand here,” he murmured, his tone low but urgent. His hand closed around mine, steady and commanding, as he guided me toward the heavy curtains. “Are you sure no one will see me from here?” I whispered, my voice tigh

The rest of the evening pretty much ended once we got home. Dad was so beat, he got showered and immediately crawled into bed, leaving the house wrapped in silence. I stayed up in the living room, the dim lamp casting long shadows across the walls, hoping to find a spark of creativity to craft some poem about the events that had unfolded within the last few hours.When there was no inspiration yet, I took a pause and headed to the showers to at least cool myself down. The water washed over me, rinsing away the heaviness clinging to my chest. Afterwards, I slipped into my light pink night dress, the fabric soft against my skin, and padded back into the living room.I dimmed the lights, pressed play on some soft music, and let the melody weave through the silence. For a while, I sat there scratching my head, staring at the blank page, waiting for something—anything—to spark. And then, almost unexpectedly, the words began to flow. Line after line spilled out, raw and unfiltered, carrying