Accidentally Yours Audiobook Novels & Stories

Then he offered his hand for a handshake, “I’m sorry to meet you this way.” Bruce accepted his hands, “I know. I’m sorry for your loss.” Suddenly, Magnus walked towards Meredith’s photo and they all followed, “You know, I remembered, when I found out that Agatha was in a mutual understanding with an ordinary boy,” he looked at Jude and chuckled, “I sent her back to Italy right away.” he said looking at Anna’s picture. As he continues to share a story, the Smiths and the Riggs are quietly listening to him.

Then, he averted his gaze from me and mumbled, "You don't care about me at all." I ignored his act and sat on the couch, asking, "Why did you lead me to say those things when you knew it was me?" He dropped his aggrieved act and smiled slyly. It was almost as if he'd set up a trap to lure me in. "I was curious to see how far you could go, angel. I'm really sad, though… "We were only lucky enough to get matched up because we live close to each other. Wouldn't you have said those things to another man if you matched with them tonight?"

Now I hated myself for feeling bad about cheating on this scumbag. He deserved all of it, and he'd be getting exactly what was coming for him. I turned around and walked away from his office. I needed to get away from this place. I wasn't going to wait for him to hurt me. I was lost in my thoughts and accidentally hit a vase my the side of the wall. It crashed down, making a lot of noise and breaking into tiny pieces. Shit. I stood frozen, and I heard Raphael's footsteps before his face came into view.

“Here. I can feel them here. I could feel the truth of them as you spoke. I’m still mad that you used me for your blog series, but I know you had good intentions, in your own way. It doesn’t make it right though.” He kissed her again. “I know. I know what I did was wrong and I’ll let you beat on Carter a bit too because he was the one who forced the issue - not that I’m passing the buck.” She grinned up at him. “But I need you to know that our first few meetings were completely by accident. I hadn’t even decided to do the story until after I saw the television interview.” She slapped a hand on his chest. “You told me you didn’t watch crap like that!”

"About the kiss we shared yesterday—" Perry cut in immediately. "That was nothing. It was just a kiss that happened on the spur of the moment. It was a mistake that won't be repeated," he stated firmly, trying his best to avoid any conversation about it. "Oh," Autumn muttered. Her spirit deflated almost immediately, but she tried her best to not let it show. "I understand," she added. "I'll get back to work." "You should," he said and left for his office. An hour later, they had a meeting with a potential female client, who was the daughter of the man Perry's father had called him the day before, to set a meeting with. The man sent his daughter instead.

Turns out I hit the loud speaker when I squeezed my phone earlier. I put the phone close to my ear again. I bit my lip because of embarrassment. Two men have witnessed how my aunt and cousin treated me badly. First, the man who I believed would become my prince charming. Second, this old man who thought that I was a beggar. "Well, Miss Sterling. I don't think you should tell me about your problem anymore. It was evident earlier that you are under the maltreatment of your aunt." "I'm sorry, sir. You heard it. And thank you, because even though I accidentally tapped on the loudspeaker, you didn't speak. If you spoke—"

“You got humiliated on live television, your father’s trying to destroy you, and you’re stuck with a stranger as your husband. Anyone else would’ve cracked by now.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t know how to. Instead, I looked at him. Really looked. He wasn’t dressed like someone trying to fit into my world, just a plain shirt, soft hair falling into his eyes, a faint bruise near his jaw from where a camera had hit him during the chaos last week. He’d been thrown into my life by mistake, but somehow, he fit here better than I wanted to admit. “What are you thinking?” he asked. “That you talk too much.”

The word accident felt too small for what it was. I nodded stiffly. “Yes. The night I—” My throat locked. “The night I accidentally killed their daughter.” He looked away, jaw tightening. “You didn’t.” I blinked. “What?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You didn’t kill her, baby.” The words hung between us like a spark in gasoline. For a moment, I couldn’t even move. My heartbeat roared in my ears, louder and louder until it drowned everything else out. “What do you mean I didn’t?” I said finally. “Alex, I—I saw her. I remember her falling—”

But then, another message of hers popped on the screen of my phone and without thinking, I opened it. *The sexbot! I ordered one for you as an early birthday gift. The site said it'd be delivered today. Super realistic. Like, scary realistic. What do you think? I dropped my phone. WHAT. THE . ACTUAL. HELL ******************** A slow smile but a curious one, crept into my lips. It happened after a long thought.

I started typing out message after message to her, spilling everything in my chest, even if she hadn’t responded once. Caught up in my thoughts, I accidentally collided with a well-built guy who, inexplicably, was walking a small, spotted goat. What in the actual hell? “Oi, watch where you’re goin’, mate,” he barked, thick Aussie accent and all. “Sorry, man. I’m all over the place today.” “You alright?” “I’m trying to find someone.” He nodded, as if he already knew. “A woman.” “What gave me away?” “You look like I used to—just a few years ago. Wandering this beach, heartbroken over my Aubrey, unaware of the rest of the world. If it’s meant to work out, mate, it will.”