Cupids Crush

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A strange woman walks into Cameron Ryder's place of work. Her looks are beyond beautiful, and he needs to find out more about her, and why all the men and their wives are suddenly falling back into love after they all think they're marriages are doomed.

Submitted: December 14, 2011

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I met the most interesting woman at work. I’m a receptionist, yeah I know, such a girly job; but it pays the bills. Besides it’s at a law firm. So it’s not that bad, and it let me meet her. Something about her when she first walked in, I knew she was incredibly different. She kept her head down, her voice low, her eyes downcast, and her hands gracefully fell to her sides. Her hair was wavy, like the most beautiful and expensive silk in all the world, It was the color of the finest, richest dark chocolate. Her skin was pale, but a beautiful pale. Almost like it was made of porcelain. I know, it sounds like I’m describing a vampire, but I highly doubt that’s the case.

“I’m looking for Jake Thomson’s office.” was all she said.  It was all she had to say. I was hooked. Hooked on how the words escaped her breath which smelled of the sweetest honey. They barely hit her ruby red lips when they touched my ears. I had to try and talk. Nothing I could say, would come out of my mouth would come out as hers did. It wouldn’t even come close. I opened mouth.

“Fifth floor, take a right, and it’s the 7th door to the left.” The way she walked, it was as if she hadn’t a care in the world, and at the same time it looked as if all the world rest on her shoulders. Her perfume lingered in the air, the sweet aroma of all things sweet. I couldn’t even describe it. All I knew is even after she was in the elevator and probably to the fifth floor by now, it still filled my nostrils, not in an overpowering way, but just the right amount to keep things smelling really good. I had to know more about this woman! Her name, her age, anything she’d tell me. I wanted to hear anything as long as she spoke. I was starting to scare myself. I felt like I’d stalk her if I was that sort of person. I’d never felt this way about a person before. It’s like either I need to know everything, or I’ll die. 

I was waiting for her to come back down the elevator, but as I was waiting I saw Mr. Thomson come out on the phone saying how much he loved someone, and couldn’t wait to see them that night. I was surprised and looked questioningly as the next person to walk out was the same girl, but this time she was more lively. The world no longer bearing down on her. He got off the phone and went to the coffee machine. I thought it strange as we’re best buds and he’s never mentioned anyone before. He was still on the phone, but took his coffee cup and raised it to me. I waved to let him know I acknowledged his presence. “Miss?” I spoke. Although I didn’t remember even opening my mouth. She walked toward me.

“Yes?” she replied, obviously in a bit of a hurry.

“Uh, um, uh.” I stuttered. She just stared at me. Her dark emerald green eyes peered at me, waiting for me to say something. However, I felt like she was peering deep into my soul and beyond. 

“Um, did you find his office?” No, no, no! That’s not what I wanted to say. 

“Yes, it was easy. Thanks for helping.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for being, ever so helpful.” The feel of the kiss stayed indented on my cheek. She gave a quick smile and started to walk away.

I was speechless. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted ask her. How was it, that one peck was just so enticing? I had to find out. I had to say something, and fast!

“Good.” GOOD?! That's all I say? She’s walking away and I reply with a casual good. Ugh, what’s wrong with me? 

“Anything else?” She asked, her eyes peering at me. She was getting impatient, and she had a right too. I was getting frustrated with myself as well!

“Yes.” I said, confident of asking her to dinner. “What’s your name?” Well, that’s a start.

 “Lorelai.” When her name left her ruby lips, I gasped a little. “Now I’m quite a busy woman, is there anything else sir?” When she spoke it was powerful, yet soft, and loving. I must get to know her. 

“Dinner.” I said. Just blurting it like a buffoon. I was sure she could tell I hadn’t done this in a while, and hadn’t thought this through very well.  

“Excuse me?” She asked, the words just pouring off her bright red lips. Her eyes looked questioningly at me. 

“Would you please join me for dinner, tonight?” I said, trying to sound in control of my emotions, of my words, my actions. I’m sure I failed miserably.

“Mots d’amour?” she asked. In English it was known as ‘Words of Love’ because only words of love were to be spoken there. “Did she just accept?” 

“Sounds great. Where can I pick you up?” I asked. Trying to look like I knew she would say yes, but I probably looked like a nervous teenager asking a girl to prom.

“I’ll meet you there. I have already told you I am a busy woman.” she smiled and walked out of the building. How was it from the time she got here to the time she left she was a completely different person? Jake must be working on a very important case, because whenever he is, he drinks about a 100 cups of coffee and he was coming back for his 4th or 5th now. 

“Jake. I’ve got a date tonight.” I said still in shock. 

“That’s great, me too.” He said refilling his cup.

“Great, who was the woman that visited your office this afternoon?” I asked trying to get any information I could on this woman.

“What woman?” He asked, moving his head slightly to the right, and squinting his eyes confusedly. 

“How could you miss her? She was the Dark haired, deep green eyes, bright red lips.” I said, with my eyes locking his, as if saying: “Are you serious? You didn’t notice her at all?”  

“I don’t remember having any one in my office today. I take it she came to the front desk?” He asked trying to understand.

“Yeah man. C’mon, she was gorgeous. Words that paralyze you when she speaks them.” 

“Dude, you’ve fallen hard huh?” he laughed. 

“Shut up dude. She’s my date.” 

“Woah man! When did you guys meet?” 

“She just came in today.” 

“That’s all it took for you to fall this hard?” Jake said suspiciously.

“Yeah. I don’t what it is about her though.” I said staring into nothing.

“Well, there must be something.” 

“She’s extraordinary.” I was still zoned out.

“Good for you. I’m going out with my wife tonight.” He said excitedly. I suddenly looked at him.

“Your wife? I thought you both were calling it quits?” 

“Yeah me too, but weird thing happened this afternoon. Something just clicked, I’m totally in love with her. I don’t know what happened, I thought it was over, but now I feel like I can’t live without her.” He said giddily. Which wasn’t like him.

“Well I’m glad to hear it. What about her?” I asked.

“She said the same thing happened to her.” He said. I saw that he hadn’t really thought of how it all happened. 

“Well, I need to get home early. Is that ok?” I asked just checking.

“Yeah, that should be fine.” He put the lid on his coffee cup and took the elevator back up. I went into the parking ramp and got into my Toyota Camry that I had had since senior year of high school. I drove home thinking about that woman and how I had to learn all I could about her. 

I pulled out my dark Red shirt, black tie, and black suit jacket and pants. I put my black square rimmed glasses on. I needed them during night especially to drive. My eyes aren’t the best. I pulled up to ‘Mots d’amour’ and went in. The moment I stepped through the door I smelt her perfume. I went up to the greeter. 

“Can I help you Monsieur?” 

“Yes. Ryder, party of two.” 

“One moment please.” He flipped through his book. “Ah yes, your very beautiful guest is awaiting you.” He showed me to my table, sitting there was a woman who looked sad and not very lively at all.

“Lorelai?” I asked, because this was such a different person, but she looked up.

“Yes, it’s me.” Her lips weren’t very bright at all, her perfume was fading, and her eyes weren’t as bright green as they had been. I sat down.

“I feel so rude, I asked your name, but didn’t give you mine.”

“It’s fine, it was on your desk, Cameron.” When she spoke my name it was paralyzing. 

“Oh right, plus how else would you know the table. Are you alright?” I just came out and asked.

“Truthfully, no. I didn’t finish my job today.” A frown broke through on her ruby, well darker now, lips. It didn’t suit her at all.

“Oh, well you shouldn’t feel depressed over that.” I offered a smile. 

“No, you don’t understand.” She said, trying to smile. “My job is very vital, if I don’t complete it, I feel just terrible.” 

“Wow, so you must really be into your work.” 

“Yes, I am.” She said. We ate dinner and I asked her several questions about her job.

“Let’s not talk about me, let’s talk about you.” she said trying really hard to change the subject.

“Ok.” I said.

“Have you had a girlfriend in the past 2 months?” she asked. 

“Um, no.” I said surprised she asked that kind of question. “Why?” 

“Just curious. I’m sort of into helping people.” she said. We got up and went outside. My car was in the process of being towed.

“No! how did this happen?” I asked the valet. 

“Sorry dude, you didn’t pay me to park it.” Crud, I had forgotten to pay the valet. We started walking, besides it was a beautiful night. I broke the silence.

“You’re the first woman I’ve asked out since my girlfriend broke up with me a year ago.” 

“Oh, how tragic...she broke up with you exactly one year ago, to this day?” 

“Yeah, that was the worst night.” I said, wondering why we were discussing Annalecia. 

“It must have been. On one of the most romantic nights of the year and you were dumped?” Her eyes shown with sadness and then she looked away.

“Yup.” I said kind of wanting to drop this. 

“I’m sorry.” She said putting her hand on my arm. It was like a low voltage of electricity went through my arm. It was pleasant, not painful.

“How about you?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Me?” she suddenly looked very distant. “I’ve never been in love.” 

“Never?” I asked turning to her. Looking back into her eyes. Everything went blank, it was like there was no city. We were completely alone. I noticed her lips getting its color back. Her eyes starting to shine. I was falling, and it was hard. 

“Well, Hopefully I can change that for you.” I caressed her cheek, she pulled away, and we continued walking. We got to her apartment and I kissed her cheek, and she went inside. The whole night was a blur. I couldn’t move. Can I really be falling in love this quickly? She’s everything. I just hope I can help her. The next few weeks were weird, Lorelai kept coming to my work building and every time she’d come in sad, but leave livelier than ever, and one of my bosses would come out completely head over heels for their wives in which we thought their marriage’s were doomed. Then I’d ask them if they knew the woman who went to their offices and they’d have no recollection of Lorelai.

“How do you do that?” I asked her, one evening when we were out to dinner.

“How do I do what?” She asked nonchalantly. 

“Well, you come into the law firm, and ask for certain people. When they get out of work they’re head over heels in love with their wives. When I ask them about you, they have no clue who you are.” I said leaning over the table.

“Well, It’s a long story.” She looked up at me with green eyes, and picked up her glass and sipped some water. The red lipstick she was wearing didn’t leave a print on the glass rim. 

“What lipstick are you wearing?” I asked, still looking at the glass.

“I’m not.” She said looking at me. 

“But your lips are so.” She cut me off.

“Let’s just say I like helping people.” She changed the subject just like that. 

“Let’s go out tonight.” she tacked on. We would, but she’d be sad every time we met. 

“Why are you sad?” I asked her. Thinking we were having such a good time.

“Because whenever I don’t help some one. I get sad, and I haven’t helped someone today.” 

“You really shouldn’t, I mean so far from what I can tell you’ve helped a lot of people.” 

“Yes, but I must help some one every 5 hours or I am sad.” 

“Every 5 hours?” I asked, never hearing of anything like this.

“Yeah, I know it sounds weird.” She said looking away. “I’m very different, and there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” 

“Yeah, it’s different, but that’s why I like you. You’re different, and I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel like if I’m not with you, I’ll die. 

“That’s sweet of you, But you really shouldn’t be getting this attached.” 

“Do you have a life threatening disease!?” I stopped. She chuckled. 

“No, nothing like that.”  We went to her apartment and she went inside. After 8 months with this woman I feel like our relationship is really going somewhere. I finally got the courage to tell her.

“I Love you Lorelai.” She got a distant look on her face. She mumbled something and I didn’t catch it.

“So, from hearing that, how’s the never falling in love working out?” I asked her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love.” she said.

“What?” I asked looking into her eyes. I thought we already were.

“There’s something I should tell you.” She said looking down.

“Ok”  I said. Looking at her questioningly.

“Well. I’m not a normal person.” She said, going about this cautiously. 

“Well neither am I. I’m far from it.” 

“No, you don’t understand.” She said turning around so her back was facing me.

“Well, it’s just that...after going out with you for this length of time, and what you’ve just informed me of. I think you should know.” She paused. 

“I don’t care whatever it is you may tell me. I’ll still love you.” I said. She cringed a little.

“I’m not so sure.” 

“Just tell me Lorelai. I’m sure it’s not that bad.” 

“Well it’s just that, there’s a reason I can make people fall in love.” 

“Wait, what do you mean ‘Make’?” I asked. 

“That’s what I mean. I different. There’s a reason they forget who I am. I make them forget.”
“I don’t understand.” This whole time she faced away from me.

“Hey, at least look at me.” I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned around. Tears in her eyes, and streaming down her pale skin. 

“I’m cupid.” When she said this, my mind went blank, and I couldn’t speak, much like my first meeting her. “See, I’m different. I can never fall in love myself. But somehow, I have with you. You’re special.” 

“Cupid?” I asked, not fully believing nor understanding.

“Yes.” She looked at me.

“Like, Valentines day cupid?” I asked, hyperventilating a bit.

“Yes, that’s why I must help people, I make them fall in love again, the only thing is, I’ve never been in love myself. Which makes you different. Please calm down and breathe.” 

“Ok, but now that you’ve met me?” I tried.

“I’ve noticed that whenever I think about you my lips are their brightest...and I’m so lively...” 

“I feel a but coming.” I said looking seriously at her.

“But, being cupid, I can never be with you. This has been the best months of my life, well my eternal life.” Her eyes down cast again.

“So, Valentines day isn’t everyday, yet you continue to help others?” 

“Yes, to me, everyday is Valentines Day, I must return to my real home tonight.” 

“What? Well, can I at least hear you say you love me before you go?” 

“I love you Cameron Ryder.” When I looked into her deep emerald eyes, I saw the fire that burned and I knew, right then, I had to kiss her, because if I didn’t. I might never feel complete. I Held her head in my hands and brought her bright red lips to mine. It was the best 2 minutes I’ve ever had. Feeling her lips against mine was like bringing world peace, and losing the closest person to me all in the same emotion. 

“I’ve never...” 

“Shh.” I hushed her, just so we could live in the moment a little longer.

“I have to go Cameron.” She said, warm tears coming down her face. Her hand resting on my cheek. I closed my eyes. 

“So soon?” I asked. Not looking at her yet.

“I’m sorry. I have to go. I will give you a gift.” 

“The only thing I want from you is love, that and a lifetime with you.” I started to cry. 

“I’m sorry.” She looked into my eyes once more. 

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I woke up feeling refreshed. I leaned over and kissed my wife of now officially one year! 

“Good Morning Annalicia.” 

“Good Morning, Cameron.” 

“I’m so glad we worked everything out one year ago!” 

“Me too! I don’t know what it was, but something just clicked!” 

“I’m glad it did, I can’t imagine my life without you.” I kissed her. 

Somehow I feel like I am forgetting a bit of my life. I can’t place my finger on it though. 

It must not have been that important, all that’s important is that I have my wife. 

Still, it drives me crazy. It’s like trying to think of that one persons name, and you can’t remember it. I rubbed my wife’s very pregnant stomach. 

“Hey Cam.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Seeing as it’s a girl. I know what I want to name her.” 

“Oh? What’s that?” I asked smiling.

“Lorelai. I don’t know why, but I love the name Lorelai.” I suddenly jolted up.

“What’s wrong?” I looked her in the eyes.

“That’s perfect. Lorelai is a perfect name. Why didn’t we think of it before.” We ate breakfast and went to the doctor. It was all in all a good day. 

“Happy Valentines day.” I told her, giving her a rose.

“Happy Valentines day Cameron.” Yes. It was a perfect day.


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