Terms and Conditions

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 "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

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 "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

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