Love Me, Cupid Page 6

  "Fantastic, right? When he met with the jeweler yesterday, he took Hailey's chosen ring."

  At the end of each season, a bachelor has two rings shown to him, and unbeknownst to the viewing audience, he knows who chose which. One ring for each potential bride. A ring the bride has previously chosen for herself in a private, off-camera meeting with the jeweler. I think that's kind of anti-climactic if a woman knows the ring she could potentially be getting, but this is the way the show has always done things.

  "So, he took both rings?" I asked.

  "Yep, and looks like our virgin won't be one for much longer! He even went to her hotel room the last two days, asking for more off camera time with her."

  I swallow, suddenly uncertain of what is happening, but then I remember the love I have for Hailey, the love she has for me. There must be some reason for this madness.

  Wardrobe comes to let me know that time for me to go get changed.

  "Well, I guess I'll see you on the other side," I tell Charlene.

  "Thanks, Sean. To be honest, I swear I haven't even seen you around this season. Have you been hiding out somewhere?"

  I just raise my eyes and shrug my shoulders, knowing she'd lose her shit if she has any idea where I've been.

  Hours later, on the sandy beach of Malibu, I address the camera telling them that we have reached the end of another season of Cupid's Arrow and we're about to see who our bachelor Josh chooses to be his bride.

  "Everyone here is on the edge of their seats," I read from the prompter. "No one knows who Josh is going to choose -- the vixen or the saint? Will it be the woman who has given him her body time and time again or the woman who has refused even a kiss? Let's watch as the women arrive."

  As Jasmine's limo stops, the cameras zoom in on her stepping out in a gorgeous black dress. Down the beach on the stage, Josh stands, watching.

  Stepping up to the car, I offer Jasmine my elbow and ask her a few questions as we walk toward Josh.

  "Is it what you expected?" I ask, remembering the list of approved questions Charlene has given me.

  "Better than expected. I'm nervous, but hopeful because Josh is a good lover. And, I mean, I bet he'll be a good husband and I will reward him often if he chooses me."

  I raise my eyebrows, maybe never getting over the fact that this woman put so much out there. I wonder if she realizes that every person in America is watching her say these things? I'm guessing yes. This is just a part of her television persona, because behind closed doors, with Hailey and me, Jasmine has been nothing but a doll. I guess we are all good at keeping secrets on this show.

  "Well, this is where I leave you, go down on your bachelor and good luck."

  "Oh, I'll go down to him alright," she says, laughing, and I realize my blunder. "I'm teasing. Thanks, Sean, for everything."

  Jasmine leans over and kisses me on the cheek. She smiles widely for the camera before she walks away.

  On stage, I watch as Josh recounts the fun that he and Jasmine have had over the last several weeks, he tells her how he's appreciated how open-minded she has been with him in his past, and how grateful he's been to have such an openhearted woman by his side throughout this whole season.

  But then instead of dropping to one knee, he tells her that this is the end of their road.

  "Really?" Jasmine covers her face. "But I thought you and me... I thought this was forever."

  Jasmine's a pretty good actress. I've heard her say plenty of times that Josh may be good in bed, but he'd be a horrible partner -- never having a single long-term relationship in his life. I know she's not truly heartbroken, and it's clear Josh's isn't either.

  "I never meant to hurt you," he tells her.

  "I think I'll be okay," Jasmine says sniffling. "I'm just really excited for my future, whatever that may be if it is television or film. Modeling, even. I'm very open-minded to any of the future possibilities that may be presented to me post-production." With that, she offers a gleaming white, mega-watt smile to the camera.

  Josh even laughs, clearly, Jasmine's aim for fame is no secret.

  Jasmine walks offset, raising her eyes at me as she does.

  My laughter is suddenly replaced with fear. Josh didn't propose to Jasmine--he's planning on proposing Hailey.

  My Hailey.

  I walk back up the steps as the second limo arrives. In the distance, I see Charlene talking excitedly into her mic. She's getting exactly what she wanted.

  I hate that Josh is going to propose and I have no idea what he plans on saying. Hailey's limo stops, the door opens, and she steps out.

  She looks like a goddess. Her hair flowing in soft curls and she's wearing a soft pink dress, silky and fluttering past her feet. Her skin glows, cheeks bright and her eyes brighter still.

  I want to tell her she looks amazing, that she is the love of my life. I want to tell her that I don't want to keep my hands or eyes from her ever again.

  But the camera steps towards us, and I offer her my arm instead. She looks at me with so much sincerity, so much hope, and promise, I know that whatever happens on the set today, that together we can handle it. Hell, we got through the past six weeks together. We can get to anything.

  "So, Hailey, are you ready for a proposal?"

  "I'm so ready for it," she tells me. "I'm so ready for him to get down on one knee and offer me his heart. It's a dream come true." My eyes narrow at her words, surprised to hear her talk this way when at the end of this she has told me she plans on walking away without looking back. I don't understand why she is speaking in such heartfelt terms right now.

  "Really?" I can't help but ask. "You're excited to get engaged today?"

  "Excited? That's the understatement of the century. It's the only reason I came here. To find my happily ever after. And I found it, I found it and I'm not letting go." She squeezes my hand then, before walking away, down the arrow lined path toward the stage where Josh stands. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine, and flashes me a beautifully bright smile.

  Everything inside of me constricts, my shoulders tighten, my jaw tenses, my heart’s beating fast. I can't understand her body language. Or her words. What is she trying to get at here?

  Onstage, Josh begins to speak. "Hailey, when I met you the first day you arrived, I knew you were way too good for me. A beautiful girl with a good head on her shoulders. Your effortless ability to act natural even when the camera was on you, blew me away. You never try to be someone you aren't, and from day one it seemed you had given your whole heart to one person." At this, Josh looks away from Hailey and looks straight at the camera. "But it wasn't me she gave her heart too." There's a gasp from the crew, shockwaves of confusion "Hailey gave her heart to another man."

  Holy shit, he knows. He's looking at me now, walking down the sandy path, leaving Hailey on stage all by herself. The cameras pan over all of us. Zooming in on me because Josh is saying my name.

  "Sean, we need to have a talk. And we need to have a talk now. We need to talk about Hailey. How she's been cheating on me. The entire time she's been on the show."

  I look at Hailey, wanting to protect her and knowing I'm not going to pretend she isn't the love of my life any longer.

  "Neither of us meant any harm to you," I tell him. "I fell in love with Hailey, I admit it, but we don't need you to make this bigger than it is."

  "Oh, Sean, I think it's much bigger than you know," Josh says, smirking at me. He rests a hand on my shoulder I want to push away.

  "What are you getting at?" I ask. "I'm not denying the fact that I love Hailey. I love her more than life itself. I would do anything for her."

  "Anything?" Josh asks. Charlene is coming into focus, the camera crew is stepping closer to make sure they don't miss a single word exchanged between Josh and me, clearly not anticipating this.

  "Anything. I'd do anything for her."

  "Good." Josh grins, pulling something from his pocket. "That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say. Hailey told me she
came on the show for one reason and one reason only. It wasn't to meet me, it was to meet you. And it sounds like the last six weeks you and she have secretly fallen in love."

  "We have," I tell him. Knowing this confession is going to be well documented in the final episode of the season’s wrap up of Cupid's arrow. "But it didn't take six weeks to fall in love. One second and I knew. I fell in love with her, and she's the only woman I'll ever need. It's a shame I wasn't in your shoes today. Because, Josh, if I were the one on stage, with the opportunity to propose, there's no way in hell I would miss out on asking the most important question in front of the entire nation."

  "Well, Sean, you've been doing the show long enough, and I think you deserve your own happily ever after." Josh smiles, handing me a black box. "This is the ring Hailey chose. I think she has something to tell you, but after she does, it sounds like maybe you have something to ask her."

  The stage crew gasps, everyone shocked, and I don't hesitate. I clap Josh on the back, thanking him for being such a good man--an unexpectedly good man--and I walk down the beach to meet my bride.

  Chapter Thirteen

  HAILEY

  When Josh and Sean are talking, my body feels like a firecracker ready to ignite. For two days, I've been both giddy and terrified of this moment. It's not that I don't want to make this announcement on national television, and it's not that I doubt Sean's intentions--but still, I'm a nervous wreck.

  I'm about to tell Sean something that is going to change both of our lives.

  I took ten urine tests to confirm it. Josh even smuggled me a doctor and a telephone. After the blood test read positive, I called my best friend Jessa and explained everything.

  Of course, Jessa was shocked, but she was also incredibly happy for us.

  "Hailey," Jessa said. "You are so freaking sneaky. This is bananas."

  "And you think I'll be a good mom? I mean... it's a little overwhelming," I admitted, knowing that it was the understatement of the century.

  "Hailey, first of all, you won't be doing it alone. You'll have Sean. And secondly, I just know that you're going to be an amazing mother. And I'm not just saying that I have firsthand knowledge that you will be able to handle this."

  "Why are you so confident?" I asked, laughing.

  "Pretty much because you've been taking care of me the entire time we've been roommates." Jessa's truth has us both cracking up.

  Talking to her helped with my nerves and Josh and I had a plan that was solid gold. Now we just need to see if Sean would want to go through with it.

  He does. Sean's walking toward me, Josh just handed him a black box. And I'm just about to hand him the biggest news this show has ever heard.

  "Hailey," Sean says, pulling me into his arms without a moment of hesitation.

  Cameras are all around us, Charlene is grinning with wide eyes of amazement. As if she's literally unable to believe her luck.

  Josh was right, we just made this season a success.

  "You okay, baby?" Shawn asks. "Two days has been too many days to go without you." He kisses my forehead, cupping my face in his hands. "God, baby. You look so beautiful."

  I take his hand and pull it to my heart.

  "You feel that beating heart?" I ask him.

  He nods, stepping closer to me, looking at me intently, as if trying to figure out where I'm going with my question.

  "That's not the only heart beating within me." I take his hand and press it against my slender belly. "Sean, I'm pregnant. With your baby. There are two hearts here, standing on the stage, beating for you." Tears are in my eyes, and I'm scared to blink, knowing once the tears start they're never going to stop.

  "Oh, baby," Sean says his eyes wet with tears too. "Truly? How do you know so soon?"

  "I was getting really sick, nauseous. And I told Josh. While he and I spent the night in the Cupid Suite, it was kind hard to keep from him." I shake my head, knowing I'm bursting with information. "Anyway, he helped get a doctor to the hotel room I was staying in, and they did a blood test and it was positive. I'm truly pregnant. It's early, but I had to tell you. I can't keep it from you anymore, one day was long enough."

  "Hailey this is the most amazing news I've ever heard," Sean says, pulling me into a hug. "But now I have a question for you. A question that means so much more now that you've just shared this with me."

  Sean drops to one knee. Then taking my hand, he looks up into my eyes. "I've been a host on Cupid's Arrow for ten years. In that time, I've seen so many women and men walk on set saying that they were looking for love. I used to think people who came here for that reason were crazy for thinking they would find something like that on TV. But then you stepped out of the limo six weeks ago, and Hailey, it was love at first sight.

  "You are the woman of my dreams, and I fell for you on Cupid's Arrow. I know some people might think you can't fall in love this fast, that it isn't real, but it is real. And our baby is proof of how real our love is. So, Hailey, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

  He pulls out the ring box, the eight-carat diamond I picked, glistening under the California sun. "Hailey, will you marry me?"

  I fling my arms around Sean's neck and kiss him, sitting on his knee. Kissing him with as much passion and love and commitment as I can manage. I kiss him with all of myself, with all that I hope to be. I kiss him and I know I will love him forever.

  "Is that a yes, baby?" he asks.

  I nod. "Yes. Yes. I will be your wife, Sean. I'll be yours."

  He slips the ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly. I shake my head laughing through my tears. Unable to believe this is actually my life.

  "But I have one more question for you," Sean says seriously, pulling me to stand. He reaches behind him taking an arrow from the quiver onset. He holds it out toward me.

  "Hailey, true love begins with an arrow. Will you accept mine?"

  I jump into his arms, taking his arrow, but knowing he will forever have my heart.

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  There is exactly one reason I'm looking forward to going home for Thanksgiving break. As I stand in this single stall shower in the dorm room bathroom, I can picture it.

  Brett and I, in his bedroom, him stripping me all the way down until I'm standing before him in one of the trashy lingerie sets I bought on impulse last week.

  I'd have on the crotchless panties, thigh high stockings held up by a lace-up, faux leather corset with a sweet heart neckline, pushing my breasts high. He would pull down the cups on the corset, pulling my nipple in to his mouth before pushing past my unbroken hymen and making me a woman.

  Hell, I've literally never even used a vibrator in hopes that Brett would be the first cock--synthetic or otherwise--to enter me.

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. I turn on the water in the shower, as hot as it can go, and lean against the cool tile wall not yet ready to step under the fiery shower stream.

  The reality is, my Thanksgiving break is going to consist of mediocre mashed potatoes at a table set for three. Mom, Dad, and me.

  I'm a college freshman, and truth be told, a few months in and I already know college is not for me. At least not now.

  What I want is to see the world. To travel and experience new cultures and food and people.

  University life may be enough of an adventure for some, but I want to explore right now. Maybe forever. I don't have crazy ambitions like my best friend Kari who is a train ride away attending Harvard. Nope, I am perfectly content working a job that provides enough for me to have a little fun on the side.

  However, a life of leisure and travel--that is another fantasy. And no amount of daydreaming gets me closer to the outcome I want.

  But Brett and me? Hell, we can become fuck buddies in my mind easily enough, and this daydream won't end with frustration. Nope. All I need is my phone and two fingers and I can achieve some satisfaction.

  After stepping in the shower, I grab my phone from the toiletries basket, which is in its eighty-five dollar waterproof case. That may seem like an extravagance for some penny-pinching undergrads, but for me, it was totally worth my work-study pay.

  My roommate never seems to leave our room. Which is problematic since I have a schedule to keep when it comes to getting myself off. Daily.

  Although lately ... it has been more than that. I am basically a fucking horn-dog at this point.

  Of course, other college freshmen ... the ones who don't sit in their dorm room all the time, might go to some kegger and get smashed, sleeping with the first piece of ass that offers themselves up. But that's not my scene. Not because I'm judgmental or a scaredy-cat. No. I just don't want to get myself in a situation where I offer some lame frat boy my V-card.