MAYMy mother was a force of nature. Disappointed wouldn't be the right word to describe the energy she would send my way if she found out her daughter was now homeless, penniless, and married all because I didn't read the fine print. I was cornered but if I had to choose, I would choose to survive a kiss with Edmond any day. I decided I would tell him the task Snuggle had handed me the minute he walked out of the bathroom. But as seconds trickled by, I wasn't finding it that easy to talk myself out into this one. My first kiss was going to be fiction. Something Edmond and I just had to do because it was for the best and not because we wanted to. The fear was clawing at me again, and it was taking more than an extra few minutes to stop shaking. I grabbed the phone and read through the pop-ups that Snuggle had sent just to remind my brain that this was not the time to be afraid or rational. It was just one kiss. It wouldn't even mean anything. It would be over before it even got awkwar
EDMONDI sat at my desk, staring at the computer screen, but not really seeing the words on it. Instead, my mind wandered back to the kiss I shared with May. It was just a small moment, a brief brush of our lips, but it left me feeling something I haven't felt before. I tried to push the thoughts away, reminding myself that this marriage is just a convenience, a way to keep ourselves safe from Snuggle’s insanity. But it was getting harder to tell myself that was just the case. I had wanted to kiss her last night. This just made things… Why did I feel so conflicted? Why was my heart beating faster whenever I was around her? These were questions I could not answer, and they frustrated me to no end.“Are you alright, Mr. Walters?”I looked up to see my assistant. I hadn't even realized she had opened the door. The look on her face told me she could tell something was wrong. I was that easy to read.“Yeah… I’m good.” I forced a smile. It didn’t look like she bought it but she did not pry
MAYBe a fashion Icon. No matter how much I rang the words in my head, this item on the bucket list did not seem achievable. Not anymore. I would never lie to myself. I was not conventionally pretty. No the modeling world claimed that beauty wasn’t what they were looking for. The goal was to sell clothes and symmetrical and bland faces were enough. But that was a lie. Even if it were true, I truly did not think fashion was something I wanted to make a career out of anymore. I was satisfied with working in real estate. It was easier and surprisingly, less tasking on my body. I was going to stick with it. I pushed that thought aside. Two items had been struck out from the bucket list. I had bleached my hair and somehow done something out of my comfort zone. Now that I thought about it, perhaps it had been foolish. All that was left was a teen girl’s fantasy, shellfish, and fear. Yes… Conquer a fear. What did I fear?Against my will, a memory from the morning flashed brightly in my mind.
EDMONDThe perplexed look on May’s face told me everything I needed to know. This was going to be just like that night at Mox. Except I wasn’t even trying to be dishonest this time around. It was just hard telling her the task Snuggle had handed me. I watched her face continue to twist. So much so, that I could not decipher whether she was disgusted or mad.“I was going to tell you,” I finally blurted out, dropping the crab leg in my hand back into my plate. “I swear.”“Tell me what?” She asked, her eyebrows arching in suspicion.Was this a trick? Had I been reading too much into things? No… This had to be a test and May just wanted to see if I would keep on lying. “I was… What did Snuggle send you? The text was from them, right?”May nodded. “They sent me an appreciation. Why? Should I be worried?”Shit! I really jumped the gun. “Forget it.” I answered, immediately fixating on my plate while silently praying that she would let it go. But I had to be kidding myself. May and I had not
MAYI had to be crazy. I should have nipped this in the bud before it blossomed. Now, it was a little too late. We could tell ourselves it was just a kiss that got out of hand. But I knew it was more than that. My opinion about Edmond had changed since that movie night and the wet dreams were just the start of this rendezvous of madness. It killed me a little to see that look on his face when he pulled away from me. It was almost as if he regretted it. The silence between us stretched for the longest time until Edmond’s phone beeped. As if trying to escape the loop of painful awkwardness, Edmond reached for the phone and looked at it.“It is from Snuggle,” Edmond filled me in.I nodded, knowing he was only trying his best to make us forget the kiss. I wish I could. But if that was what was needed for the tension in the air to subside, then so be it.“Let me guess, no reward?”“They offered me an opportunity to answer a question I had no answer too. I guess I have the answer now.”The
EDMOND“Do I still love my ex?” I repeated. Where was this coming from? She looked visibly upset. I looked around, wondering what could have fire-started it. She had mentioned Snuggle incoherently before bringing up Lucille. So I imagined it was some task she was given. If it disturbed her that much, I was going to answer it. “Lucille has basically moved on and practically hates me. Do I still feel something for her? Yes. A part of me will always feel something for Lucille but I am content. I am okay with her moving on. I might not be there yet. But I will be.”“Are you sure?” May asked me. She meant it too. “Because if you still love this Lucille, we have to tell the app now.”“Why?” I quizzed, taking a step closer. I noticed May mirrored me and took me one step back, as if cautious of me.May stormed to the table and picked up her device. She took a moment to unlock it before shoving it in my face. “Look at this,” She urged and I obeyed because she seemed agitated. I was staring at
MAYSpontaneous. If Edmond’s intention had been to shock me, he did a terrific job. His hands were callous. They made every graze his fingers made on my body real. His mouth tasted like shellfish. In retrospect, that wasn’t supposed to be romantic in any light. But Edmond’s mouth could taste like onions and they would still taste like heaven. That would be scary to admit but I was lost in the moment. I liked how his lips felt against mine. I liked how our tongues fought for dominance. Edmond’s touch got slower and more determined, sending shivers down my spine. I liked it. My nipples perked up when Edmond’s fingers untucked my shirt and fondled my bare skin. It was filthy but I liked it. Moans escaped my mouth as his fingers wandered up my spine and found the hook of my bra.“That is naughty,” I mumbled, refusing to let go of his mouth.Edmond chuckled and let go of my mouth. I had to have been the neediest kisser because it took a lot to not moan out of frustration. “I can be naughty
MAYI instinctively pulled the covers of the bed to cover my face when the harsh rays of the sun hit it. The ease at which the covers moved told me something was odd. I peeled back the covers and looked to my side. Edmond was gone. I turned to my other side and searched the drawer that stood there with my eyes. My phone wasn’t there. My memories were still hazy. A potent afterglow of the sex. But I remembered leaving it in Edmond’s workspace. Begrudgingly, I rolled off the bed and slipped into a pair of flops that weren't mine. Edmond’s feet were huge because it felt like I had stepped right into bigfoot’s footprints. I had almost made it to the door when I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I was naked. Knowing that the butler or cleaners could be downstairs, I decided to put on something. One of Edmond’s white shirts was the first thing to catch my eye. It was big and big was good. I slipped into it before heading for Edmond’s study room.I had barely made it down the stairs wh