MAY
I grumbled as the snuggle app recommendation popped up on my F******k 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 F******k 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.
Probably another shift I had to cover. Poor underpaid me.
The app's home page was one sight to behold. A hue of pink and peach blended to mesmerize the eyes. Catching, I had to admit. The logo looked like an 'S' or maybe it was the infinity symbol. I was too psyched to look into the details. The creators were a smart bunch though. Infinity was something most single moms hoped for in dating apps after all. When it was done loading, another pop-up appeared asking me for my sign-up details. I did the necessary and watched it load...again! It made me begin to rethink the whole scathing review stuff. I had serious things to do with my life. Like wash my dishes or begrudgingly look into that email.
One look at the sink behind the living room and my undying love for dropping bad reviews on apps returned.
There was another pop-up. It said, Do you accept all terms and agreements? There was also an option to read through their terms but who the hell read those? I did try once, Only because I was bored out of my mind and the only thing I understood was the privacy policy. Plus, the terms could not be some sinister plans to dominate my life so I didn't have to worry about what they contained. It was the permissions you had to be careful of.
I hit the accept button and I was immediately directed to my profile. I needed a name, a profile picture, and course a brief tale about my likes and dislikes. It wasn't necessary. I had the app already and that was enough for me to give the review but I was just having harmless fun.
Likes? I thought hard before hitting the buttons on my screen. I liked honesty, boundaries, communication, and respect. The generic stuff...
In a way, the baby boomers were right. The internet was our kryptonite and mine happened to be Snuggle.
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EDMOND
I walked through the gilded doors of my agency a wounded lion. Lucille's words still echoed in the crevices of my ears and it hurt.
"I have not been feeling fully satisfied in this relationship and think it would be best if we broke up. I do not feel confident in our relationship succeeding going forward and I really need some time alone to work on myself."
What did that even mean, I asked myself as the receptionist came rushing by. I had done everything in my power to satisfy Lucille and make her happy. If there was any truth in the words she told me, what part had I been lacking in? Our sex life was amazing and we spent quality time together if I was opportune to. The break-up felt like an itch in my throat I could not quite reach.
"Sir, we have a problem." The receptionist made known vocally. She seemed tense and that meant bad news.
"And what might that be?"
"May Wolfe, the agent who was supposed to meet with today's client bailed. Mrs. Verna is quite pissed. I have reached out to May several times on her work email but no replies are forthcoming. What do I do?"
The unwelcome news was the straw for me. I didn't even know this May but now I had a bone to pick with her. She just made my day progressively worse. "Send my sincerest apologies to Mrs. Verna and ask if we can reschedule."
"Of course," The receptionist muttered, immediately turning to her desk to begin working on it but as she did so. I was reminded of May Wolfe. The no-good slacker that ruined my already shitty afternoon.
"And, inform the manager to dispose of May Wolfe. We can't have a slacker in a demanding workplace. Can we?" She nodded nervously while typing furiously on the keyboard in front of her. I took that as my cue to leave. I walked up to the top floor, keyed the lock, and collapsed on a chair. My feet propped up to the table in exhaustion as I scrolled through my call log to call Lucille again. She had been ignoring me and with my shitty luck, it wouldn't be long before she blocked me but I needed an answer. Not one of that committed pacifist rubbish mouthed in hopes of soothing my wasted ego.
Call.
Again, Lucille ignored my call and it went directly to voice mail. I cut it and scrolled through my phone's drawer. I*******m was the go-to. Lucille was sort of an influencer and I knew she couldn't go a day without posting something. A part of me was sure I would get my answer there even if I might not like it. With a little closure, I truly hoped the truth would set me free. Opening the app, I was greeted by a lovely quote from Lucille.
I may have lost someone who didn't love me but you lost someone who truly loved you.
I could barely find the words to describe my shock. Lucille was clearly talking about the breakup. Our breakup! All while antagonizing the heck out of me. I wasn't one to comment but her pretentious quote made my fingers itch. Upon clicking the comment icon, I was greeted by floods of heart emojis and pity notes from strangers. They all directed love to Lucille with many calling the jerk–who so happened to be me– an evil monster who didn't know what he lost. One comment did catch my eye.
"Well, your new man must be ten times hotter than that jerk anyway. I'm swooning," The atrocious comment said. I scrolled upward, stalking Lucille's profile and hoping it was just wishful prayers from one of her fangirls but it wasn't. The most recent photo on Lucille's feed was a raunchy photo of herself and a sun-kissed hunk tongue fucking. The caption below read, life is better with you.
My heart sank and the world went black for a second. It had barely been a day. Everything about this felt wrong. I refused to acknowledge that this man was the reason Lucille ended things with me. Sure he was far good-looking and judging from the highly developed muscle that did not miss the camera's eyes, you could tell that he was a gym rat but that was it. Did she dump me for a camera-worthy guy? Or was it because I refused to give consent to her voracious demands to let the world know her man? I didn't have an answer to any of those questions but Lucille did. Against better judgment, I was going to attempt calling her again when I caught another quote, Get your forever. Except for this time, it wasn't something spiteful directed at me. No, it was some sort of dating app advertisement.
"Snuggle..." I muttered. I wasn't sure what came over me at that moment but I hit the pop-up. It was a dating app alright. The one thing that did stand out was its playful peachy colors and whooping five-star ratings. Now that was odd. Dating apps were huge time sinks and the surety of actually ending up with a good partner was once in a blue moon. I was so much in denial that strangers on the internet found a better love life than me that I was willing to do anything to inflate my deflated pride. I scrolled the reviews one by one.
Good, It said. The first two weeks were tough but Brian was indeed the one for me. Thank you snuggle, Another rating said. I dived lower and lower but one thing was clear. There was not a single four-star. Not even a one. It made me wonder if the app was god-sent so I installed it and signed up. A notice popped up asking if I agreed to the terms and conditions. There has the urge to check its permission guidelines but curiosity got the better of me. I clicked the accept button which led me to my profile. As I filled up the necessary and successfully set up my profile, I got a notification from snuggle.
"Congratulations, "It said. "you're married."
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
MAYI wanted to move. I really did. My brain exploded with thoughts I couldn't even comprehend. He was naked. Things could go south. The easy way out would be to shrug his hands off or jump off the bed but there was also a massive possibility that Edmond would rouse. I didn't want to have to deal with the conversation that was sure to arise from such an awkward encounter. So I stayed still. I told myself it was just an embrace. It did not have to be termed as something sexual. Plus, the duvet still shielded any real body-to-body contact. I carefully retrieved my phone and clicked the lowest button. The screen sprouted to life and my eyes were greeted by a notification from Snuggle just like I had expected. Congratulations, It said. Two hundred dollars have been credited to your account. Below Snuggle's notification was a statement from my bank convincing me that Snuggle had indeed been true to their word. Perhaps, I thought to myself. Perhaps this didn't such a terrible arrangement af
EDMONDI helped May out of the bar and guided her towards my car. It was what I would call a very original experience. Straddling her close so she wouldn’t fall and having her kiss and whisper utter nonsense as we made our way back to my parking spot was weirdly comforting. It made me feel close to her. May was not the shy type. But I could tell that with me, she held back. With Alcohol in her system, she didn’t have to be reserved. I could see my wife in all her chaos. She was…beautiful. The sun was setting and the skies that were once vibrant now had a dark purple hue to it. It was cool. Just like I felt with her now. The drive home was filled with silence. But not the awkward kind. It was peaceful. I had May sit at the back because she told me she was tired and excluding her occasional sniffles and giggles, she seemed to be asleep. I helped her out of the car when once we arrived home and led her inside. I noticed her drunk smile soften when we entered. The familiarity of the place
EDMONDI pushed back my chair, the wheels scraping against the floor in protest. The stifling air seemed to thin as I rose with a single thought. My hands swiped at my desk and I picked up my car keys before rushing for the door. The heavy lumber door slammed shut behind me as I stormed out of my office and outside the parking lot.May was breaking my monotonous routine and it was a change I welcomed. The sight of my car greeting me in the fading sunlight greeted me. May had become a catalyst for my liberation. She was a force that had completely obliterated my predictable and normal life. Her presence in my life breathed new life into my days, challenging me to dare spontaneity. With determined steps, I made my way to the car.With a quick turn of the key, my car’s engine roared to life as I slid into the driver’s seat. Snuggle had caused me to realize May and I were like creatures. It was still a surprise that our lives were that easy to read by a matchmaking app. But Snuggle was no
EDMONDAs I sat at my desk, my mind swirled with a jumble of thoughts and worries. The weight of the world seemed to press down on my shoulders, making it hard to focus on anything else. May was on my mind. She was the only thing dominating my thoughts. The impending task that Snuggle had forced her to undertake gnawed at my insides, filling me with a mix of anxiety and concern.Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the door to my office open, and my personal assistant stepping in. She cleared her throat, interrupting the whirlwind in my mind. I looked up, momentarily startled by her presence."Is everything alright, Mr. Walters?" Her voice carried a hint of genuine concern.I blinked, trying to gather my scattered thoughts and bring myself back to the present. "Oh, sorry, I must have been lost in my own world there for a moment.""It has been consistent these past few days," she said, out of concern. And she was right. It was hard to concentrate at work lately. The weight of Snuggle
MAYGoodbyes held power, whether it was filled with love or drenched in hate. Love's farewell brought pain and suffering, while hatred's parting was supposed to bring peace. Cutting ties with my mother was meant to bring me the freedom I craved. But one glance at her anguished eyes shattered any notion of liberation. I had seen that look before, hidden behind her false smiles. Every time I did something that reminded her of the man who ruined our lives, I caught a glimpse of that pain. But this time was different. She made no effort to conceal her disappointment and hatred. In her eyes, I was just like my father—a deserter.But there was no turning back. I had reached my breaking point. Enough with self-loathing. Enough with the fear of letting her down and walking on eggshells to avoid triggering memories of my father. I took the first step, walking past her. My body trembled uncontrollably as I brushed past, barely avoiding a collision. It didn't feel good. None of it felt good. Let
MAY*Trigger Warning: This episode contains family conflict, emotional abuse, and Narcissistic behavior*I didn't remember much about my father. The memories of the good times had faded away, although there were photos at home that told stories I couldn't quite recall. One picture stood out to me—the one where we had messy ice cream all over our faces, yet wore big smiles for the camera. But amidst the haze, the memories of the difficult moments remained vivid. I would hide in my room as a child, tears streaming down my face, as the fights grew worse. Thankfully, they were never physically violent, but that didn't make them any less painful.As I got older, I began to understand that my parents didn't love themselves, and the only reason they stayed together was for my sake. However, I couldn't be the glue that held our family together, no matter how much I wished for it. My mom's hurtful words became increasingly unbearable. Eventually, my dad reached a breaking point. One night, he
MAYThere was barely a moment to catch my breath when another message appeared on my screen, causing my stomach to plummet as I quickly scanned its contents. "Was this the work of that crazy app?" My mother was not one to leave things in the dark. I had unknowingly given her a clue that connected to my current predicament. I knew she would dig into it, especially if it involved Snuggle. If she could associate Snuggle with the app, it meant she already knew a lot about them.Edmond noticed the change in my reaction and inquired, "Is that Snuggle?""No," I replied, showing Edmond my phone. "It's even worse. My mom is in town.""Oh, she sounds angry," Edmond mused. "I can drive you.""No," I refused. "I think I should handle this alone. I don't want my mom to cause a scene in my neighborhood. I may not be popular, but I don't want to become the subject of gossip once all of this is over and I return home.""Okay then," Edmond gave me a wry smile before planting a kiss on my cheek and lea
MAYEdmond's progress with his mother gave me a glimmer of hope. I knew it might be wishful thinking, but seeing him mend his relationship with her gave me a flicker of optimism. It had been four days since that memorable dinner at the Walters' house, and Edmond was still talking to his mother. They appeared to be growing closer, and what's more, Mrs. Walters expressed genuine interest in getting to know me. It was an unexpected and heartwarming development. However, we still kept our little secret about Snuggle, our leachy companion. Edmond promised he would eventually reveal the truth to his mother, but only when he felt confident that she wouldn't freak out.Meanwhile, my mind was consumed with thoughts and worries about how things would unfold with my own mother. I spent the entire week obsessing and stressing over it. I couldn't help but indulge in fantasies of a smooth reconciliation. In my daydreams, my mother would understand, accept, and embrace me for who I was. It was a bre
MAYEdmond led me down the grand staircase and towards the sleek black car parked outside. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as we finally made our way toward the exit. It had been a long evening, filled with formalities, fake smiles, and drama, and I was eager to leave. But just as we were about to get into the car, a feeling of panic washed over me. My hands suddenly felt too free, and it was then that I realized I had forgotten my purse inside the house.My hands unconsciously pulled away from Edmond's and I turned to look back at the Walters family home. "Is something wrong?" Edmond asked, his brow furrowing with concern."I forgot my purse," I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. I knew I had to go back inside and retrieve it, but I was eager to leave this place and get away from the pretentiousness of the evening."I'll come with you," Edmond offered, but I shook my head. "No, it's fine. I'll be quick." Was that a lie? Yes. But I didn’t want him to have t
MAYHis parents exchanged looks. Looks that were easy to read. His mom didn’t like the threat that Edmond just dropped and the stare she gave her husband was more of a plea that he kept his mouth shut. His father, on the other hand, was still seething. But Mr. Walters also understood that his son was not bluffing and he respected his wife enough to cut the heated conversation shut.“I apologize for losing my temper,” The man forced, licking his teeth before smiling at me. “We are not usually like this May. It just comes as a shock that my son had a whole wife and didn’t bother to tell us anything. Until now. It is wonderful to see you, May. I really hope we can get to know you.”“Yeah,” I nervously answered because there were really no words I could conjure to answer the man. I didn’t want a conversation. I just wanted to survive this dreadful family reunion. Yet, as bad and triggering as being in the Walters family was, I was content. I was at peace. If the night continued, my mind w