Trust Cupid | Cupid Series | Book 2

Chapter 1.

•Drew•

I don't believe in the Cupid's gaze. I think people should choose who they want to be with for the rest of their life without having fate choose it for them. It's stupid and a waste of time. My friends my family all say that when I meet my fated my mind will change. They say I'm just being stubborn and unreasonable.

They tell me when I meet them nothing else will matter. My heart will just instantly accept them and nothing will ever feel as amazing as being in love with your fated.

What a load of bullshit.

Let's not take into consideration that I've never actually been in a relationship. The idea of being committed to one person is just not my thing. It's too much work. I mean who wants to be answerable to some other than your parents? And you have to keep telling them about what you're doing who you're with and shit like that. Maybe not all the time but you get my point.

And let's not forget the idea of being with one person for the rest of your life. Do you have any idea how long that is? Don't people get bored? I'd get bored out of my fucking mind. And don't get me started on how people act around their fated. It's disgusting like bunnies in fucking heat. And that's the reason for the frown lines on my forehead and creased eyebrows and the side of my mouth twitching in disgust as I look at my best friend suck face with his fated at the dinner table.

"Stop glaring Drew." Nick says as he gives Lucy one last peck.

"Sorry is my loss of appetite and gagging getting in the way of you almost fucking on the table?" I roll my eyes.

"Let's see how you act when you meet your fated. I bet you'd be fucking everywhere." Lucy says as she flips her dark long curly hair over her shoulder. She gives me a grin her red-coloured lips parting to show off her white teeth.

"Whatever." I wave her off dismissively.

"I don't get why you're so against it, it's not so bad," Nick says shoving food in his mouth. I snort.

"You want to have this argument with me for like the millionth time." I narrow my eyes at him. He raises his hands in surrender.

"Calm down, we invited you to dinner to celebrate not to argue," Nick says.

"Right." I raise the glass of wine. "Congratulations on your engagement and shit." They both raise their glass and cheers with me.

"Such a heartwarming speech. Bought tears to my eyes." Lucy says wiping fake tears.

The dinner went on smoothly. This was a huge deal for Nick. He was an only child so we were naturally like brothers. We bonded in our first year of high school and we've been inseparable since then. He's been to every one of my family's events both good and bad as I have his.

Our families know each other. I was the first person he told when he met Lucy, the first person he introduced to her, so naturally, I am the first person to know about their engagement. And I love her like a sister.

I've been there for them and trust me they've been through a lot so I'm very happy and proud of him for taking this big step in his life. But I would never be sappy and say that emotional shit but he knows. We've been friends for so long that he knows even if I don't tell him.

Also, the waitress has been eyeing me from the moment I walked in there. I didn't miss the flirtatious tone she'd speak to me in and the 'accidental' touches she made when passing by me or even placing food on my table. If that wasn't enough she's had her boobs out and leaned just the right amount for me to see in her white-fitting blouse. And to add icing on the cake she's biting her lip and winking at me as we speak.

"Excuse me," I say as I start to get up.

"You're going to hit on her, aren't you?" Nick asks.

"Of course, she's fucking hot," I say and leave as I hear Nick chuckle.

I unbutton three buttons from the top of my white shirt, roll up my sleeves right above my elbows, and show my sleeve tattoos. The shirt and suit I'm wearing hug my toned arms perfectly. I walk up to her as she finishes talking to her co-worker.

"Excuse me I have two questions," I say as she looks up at me.

"O-okay." She stutters nervously.

Too easy.

"What time do you get off and how do you like your eggs in the morning?" I lick my lips and smirk. She giggles

"I get off in the next hour and I like my eggs scrambled." Her voice is laced with lust. I dig into my shirt pocket and pull out my card.

"Call me."

She takes the card and I walk back to our table with a smug look on my face.

"You're hopeless." Lucy shakes her head. I just shrug and finish my wine.