Accidentally Yours Chapter 1 Part 3
Chapter 1 · Part Three
Accidentally Yours
Her lips twitched. “I was just caught up in the beauty of the place, and I guess I forgot to send one.”
It was the way they all played the same act—so convincing, so genuine to anyone who didn’t know better.
But not me.
I’d been through this enough times to see the cracks.
I leaned back further, saying nothing.
The silence spoke louder than any words I could give her.
“I don’t believe you.”
Tessa’s lips parted, her expression a perfect picture of mock offense.
“What are you trying to insinuate then? Since you think I’m lying.”
I locked eyes with her, my voice steady and calm, but sharp enough to cut.
“That you planned the whole thing. You wanted people to clue in to the fact that we had a thing going on.”
Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in exaggerated horror.
“That’s such an absurd claim.”
“It’s not, and you know that, Tessa. We both know that.”
I reached lazily for the coffee mug on the table, sipping from it to underline my point.
Her tone sharpened, her voice rising slightly.
“Hey, you’re not the only one who’s a celebrity here, or who doesn’t want our relationship to be public.”
I set the mug down and raised a brow.
“That’s another lie. We both know you need me.”
Her lips tightened, her face momentarily giving away her frustration.
The truth hung in the air, undeniable.
Tessa McAdams—recently divorced from her third husband after being caught cheating for the second time—was officially cancelled.
Fans had turned their backs on her. The media had a field day.
Her brand was circling the drain.
But she wasn’t going down without a fight.
She wanted relevance again, and I was her golden ticket.
If I’d agreed to play along, we would’ve been plastered across magazine covers as the it couple.
She’d cry on podcasts about how she’d finally found the one.
Too bad for her, I wasn’t about to let her use me.
“You’re a jerk,” she hissed, her voice trembling.
“So I’ve been told. A couple of times.”
She scoffed, her voice pitching into a yell.
“You’re not even on my level! When did you get famous? A year? Two? And you think you can compare yourself to me?”
I leaned back against the couch, completely unbothered.
“I’m not disputing that. Didn’t even say anything like that.”
“But if I were going to say something, it’s this—I’m not the one being called a gold-digger by millions of people.”
Her face flushed crimson as she leaned forward, spitting her words like venom.
“Then why hook up with a gold-digger? Or even date one?”
I didn’t respond immediately.
The truth was simple.
She’d come on too strong, and I was a guy. A weak one.
One who kept letting people use him like convenience.
“I was upfront from the start,” I said finally.
“I wanted this to stay private, and I thought you agreed to that.”
“But since it’s clear we’re not on the same page, I think it’s better if we call it quits.”
Her jaw dropped.
“You’re going to break up with me just like that?”
“Yeah.”
I shrugged, making it look as casual as it felt.
Her lips twisted into a bitter sneer.
“You know what you are? The biggest jerk I’ve ever seen.”
She stood abruptly and stormed toward the door.
Just before leaving, she spun back around, her voice dropping into a venomous whisper.
“I’m going to make sure everyone knows the different positions we’ve done it in—with the cunt.”
I didn’t respond.
I rolled my eyes and turned my focus back to the TV.
Max let out a low growl as she slammed the door behind her, rattling the frame.
That went well.
Or so I thought.
Five hours later, my phone blew up with notifications.
Tessa had gone nuclear online.
She ranted about our sordid affair and leaked chats that were never meant to see the light of day.
Brian, my manager, wasn’t going to like this.
Especially with my tour coming up.
But more importantly, she’d succeeded.
The narrative shifted.
She became the victim.
And I, predictably, became the devil.
I shouldn’t have been surprised.
That’s just how it always worked out for me.