Can't Fix Cupid

I stare at him in shock. Time explodes between us as the weight of his words lands at my feet like bombs. The rubble of his truth buries me in anguish.

“Six months ago, my doctors told me that I’d be lucky to live out the year. That’s why I don’t fucking commit. Ever. I take women out, I fuck them, and that’s it. And lately, I couldn’t even bring myself to do that. But then you came along, and you were so goddamn…”

“What?” I press.

He shakes his head, refusing to finish that train of thought. “I let myself open up to you because you told me you were leaving. You broke our deal,” he says accusingly. “Now you ruined this, and I hate you for it.”

“Warren…” I try to take a step towards him, wanting to wrap my arms around him, but he backs away and turns to leave.

“It’s time for you to leave. Now. I don’t want to see you again, Trix,” he says without looking back.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Go home, Trix.”

I thought falling from the Veil hurt. I thought turning corporeal and having my wings ripped from my back was agony. I thought landing was jarring.

But it was nothing like this.

Watching Warren walk away from me is the most pain I have ever felt. And I break.

I break into a million pieces right there on the beach, with only the fading sun and the first winks of starlight to see me shatter. I fall to the sand with my hands on my face and the ocean at my back, the waves breathing with my sobs as my eyes drip with the same saltwater as the sea.

It wasn’t enough being a cupid. I didn’t truly understand love until I became human. And I didn’t understand heartbreak until it was my heart shattered at the shore.

Chapter 32

Warren

It’s been three weeks since I left Trix behind on the beach.

She’s tried to come into my office twice that I know of, but my security team turned her away on my orders, barring her from the building.

Three weeks should’ve been plenty long to get over her, considering our short time together. But if anything, I just miss her more, despite how much I try not to.

The success of CupidShuffle doesn’t help. I see her damn photographs everywhere I go. Magazine covers, billboards, social media ads… Hell, it’s even displayed on every floor of this damn building, courtesy of Tonya.

No matter where I go, Trix’s smiling face is right there to remind me of what I did. Which is why I’ve sequestered myself in my office for weeks, burying myself in work. Distraction is my only solace.

When my office door opens, I look up to see Harvey walk in. He sits down across from me and places a couple of files on my desk. “Here are the Gleason and Tanner files you asked for.”

“Thanks,” I reply.

Harvey watches me with a sober expression. “You want to go out for drinks? Or maybe get something to eat? We can drive by and see how the construction is coming along on the new restaurant downtown too.”

I shake my head. “Not tonight.”

Part of me feels bad because Harvey has been trying to get me out of my rut ever since things ended with Trix, but I’m incapable of moving forward. Which is ironic, considering how fiercely I’m trying to put her in my past.

“Maybe you should just go to see her,” Harvey supplies.

I give him a sharp look. “No.”

Harvey nods, like he expected that answer, which he would, since he’s the only one in the office that knows about my condition. I’ve been very careful and very discreet. I knew that if this news ever got out, it would have a very negative impact on my businesses, and I didn’t want that.

What Harvey doesn’t know, is that he’ll inherit all of Knight Enterprises upon my death. I trust him implicitly, and I know he’ll do a good job in my stead and continue to keep things forward-thinking. Knowing him, he’ll probably be pissed as hell that I’m going to bury him with the responsibility of running this damn conglomerate, but I’ll be dead, so he won’t be able to harp on me about it.

“You need anything else?”