MAYI grumbled as the snuggle app recommendation popped up on my Facebook wall again.God! Why is this even on my page?I subconsciously scrolled through the Ad reading click baits like "find your happily ever after". I've tried dating apps one time too many. It didn't always work out. In my case, I've always been matched with the wrong guys. My matches were always creeps who only wanted to get laid or pervs looking for a sweet little girl to prey on. So, It was back to facing reality and telling myself I didn't need any man. There was no such thing as the perfect match.This Ad, however, had been a super pesky one. I couldn't count the numerous memes I had lost because of it.So I thought hard, If Facebook had refused to stop spamming me with this ad, it must be for a divine reason. My rose quartz was finally working.Install.I planned to check it out and then give it a scathing review. That'll show them.A mail popped in just as the application finished installing. It was from work
MAY I was in the middle of washing my dishes when my phone buzzed for the second time. Out of curiosity, I wiped my hands and picked up the mobile. There was a missed call from an unknown number and strangely a notification from Snuggle. I pulled down the notification bar and squinted my eyes to read. "Congratulations, you are married." I will be completely honest. It made me laugh. That was it! I was finally done with the app. I visited the app store, gave it a one-star review, and proceeded to delete it. Error, It sent. You cannot delete snuggle until your package has expired. "Fucking Christ," I muttered. I hadn't realized I had given the sketchy app administrator privileges. I was going to do my little research on how to rid myself of the app when the strange number from earlier popped up. In a fit of blind rage, I hit the accept button and immediately yelled into the phone. "Who is this? I am really busy so this better be worth my time." "Am I speaking to Miss May Wolfe?"
MAY "What the..." I heard Edmond mutter. "Is this you?" He asked, pointing his phone in my direction. Yes, it was me. The picture that shone back at me was an impromptu selfie I had taken as my snuggle profile picture. "Why are you even on the app?" I retorted to deflect the attention back at him. My eyes flicked at the file titled your marriage contract. This was weird. No, this was effed up. I refused to let this worsen the already humiliating counting minutes of my life so I did what any reasonable woman would do in such a strange scenario. I stepped out of the room. Outside, a guard was already waiting for me. "Miss," The giant man began. "I'll be escorting you to your desk if there are any important things you would like to retrieve." I scowled and let him lead the way. Retrieving my important documents, forgotten lunch boxes and my trusty hairbrush only led to another embarrassing fiasco. I shared my table with two coworkers. As I filled the box provided with everything I
MAYMy legs wobbled. My heart began to pound as I tried to think of how this even happened. The worst of it was as my head spun and my legs buckled threatening to throw me to the floor, I heard a knock at the door. The vortex stopped and my mind focused on one thing: Talking to Cupid. I managed to walk to my front door and unlock it. As the old thing creaked open, Cupid came into view. Rage took over and all that pent-up rage that was merely bubbling from within seeped out. I wanted to do nothing but scream and vomit all the repressed venom but I chose to keep my cool. Why? Because whoever these people were, they were beginning to scare me."My bank account..." I stuttered, shaking as I shoved the notification in her face. "This cannot be legal."Cupid's eyes swept through my phone and all she did was smile. What kind of psychopath does that? Her face tilted to the iPad in her hands and then she spoke."Section 2.1 states that if needed, we can use coercion to instill cooperation."
MAY Phone in hand, I stepped outside my apartment with my heart pounding heavily. Partly because I had done what Cupid had demanded without question. While I wanted to call the police and get the blackmailer waiting for me outside to prison, I couldn't get the contract with my signature filled in out of my head. Hypothetically, if I did call the cops, she had something against me and heaven knew what other tricks the shady company she worked for had under their sleeves. So I played along. Thirty days might not seem to be a huge deal but that was not what kept me going. It was the fact that I was more than certain that Edmond Walters would be my ticket out of this mess. Slamming the semi-heavy suitcase to the floor to make my presence known, I noticed a black Mercedes stalking my front lawn."Is that for us?" I asked, brushing non-existent sweat off my face."Of course," Cupid returned, immediately heading for the vehicle.I stood there stunned. She didn't even bother to offer a he
MAY As the vehicle wheeled inside the house, I watched as the front door of the mansion flew open. Edmond trudged across the sidewalks barefooted. My heart rose to my throat as he speed-walked down to us. Suddenly, the need for petty revenge vanished. I remembered the series of unfortunate events that rolled out to me ending up here. The door opened and Cupid stepped out to pacify her angry customer and God was he mad. The veins on his head were bobbing and his face was so red I actually worried if that was normal. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." Edmond swooped in immediately taking no prisoners. "I have access to a plateau of competent lawyers. I will sue your ass for all it's worth. Trust me when I say, I am not someone you should be messing with... Is this even legal?" I stepped down from the vehicle and listened. Edmond was rich. He was probably prepared for situations like this. If he could wriggle his slippery self out of this, there was a chance that I
MAY "No... one knows about that," Edmond muttered. His eyes were bloodshot, almost as if he was afraid. "How..."A smile crawled up Cupid's rosy lips as she watched whatever semblance of authority Edmond had left crumble. She had gotten him right where she wanted him. "Except, of course, Snuggle. Sure the Ivy Estate is not built illegally but it could do fair damage to your agency if it were to be gifted to one of your rivals. All those brainstorming with the board will be for nothing. Not to mention the ton of loans that will be yanking at your neck. Trust me, you do not want that Mr. Walters and we don't want that for you either. All we care about is your happiness. So don't make this difficult for Snuggle." "What the hell do you people want?""As I mentioned before," Cupid answered. "We only want thirty days of your time."Somehow Edmond's expression did not soften. He seemed to be disgusted at the thought of a hoax marriage with me and strange enough, it bothered me. "You want m
MAY "You have to be kidding me," Edmond muttered, reading through the lines for the third time in a row. I was also irritated with the app too but the way Edmond reacted to sharing one bed made me wonder. I read the notification myself; it only gave a suggestion. And if we complied with that suggestion, we would receive ten percent of the money confiscated from us. They weren't asking us to have sex, so I didn't have a problem with it, but this man had plenty to say. He mumbled a lot of rubbish, much of which I couldn't decipher, but it made me wonder how in the world I matched with this man-child. I fought hard to keep that opinion buried at the back of my mouth, but my brain worked differently."You seem repulsed at the thought of us sharing a bed with me. What if they asked us to have sex?"Edmond frowned. "Sex with you?" A muffled laugh followed. "You're funny."Oh, he didn't. I didn't want to admit it, but it hurt. I wasn't what you would call a sex symbol, but if I put on some