Love, Lust & Cupid

Chapter 13

"I know you want me but

I want you to tell me."

-Unknown

Hunter Dominic Valdez's PoV:

"You sure it was Cupid?" Sean asked for the hundredth time, pissing me further.

"Stop being Aubree." I gritted out through clenched teeth.

He raised his hand in submission. "Who's that?"

"My annoying secretary," I said curtly and finally, he silenced for what seemed like a few seconds.

Judging from his face, a thousand questions were running in his mind but that wasn't my problem. Was it?

At least, I knew I got more than what I was looking for.

"That driver could be picking and dropping many, what if you got it wrong. Remi never said anything about it." He shrugged his shoulders and I looked at him, disgusted.

"Stop it. Are you dating her or what?" I eyed him weirdly and my eyes widened when he didn't reply.

"Nevermind, I don't even wanna hear it." I rolled my eyes. The last thing I wanted was to hear more about his stupid love story.

"You have a plan, don't you?" Sean's words made me rethink my plan.

I got up slowly from the couch and made my way over the large window in my lounge that overlooked the many skyscrapers. Moving to New York wasn't my choice until a few months ago when I started The Love Lust.

It was a stupid idea, I admit. Doing business wasn't my kind of work, especially trading in which my father excelled but starting this company wasn't a good idea either.

So far, our profits hadn't grown at all. At one point I had to accept that the Cupid & Co. topped the charts forever, and it wasn't accepting any competition.

Little did I know, that someday the situation would turn in my favour.

"Of course I do. This Grace girl, find everything about her. The Cupid is going down soon." My gaze still focused on one of the tallest building visible to me.

Someday, I'll own it. Till then, I intend to keep myself busy with taking The Cupid down. However, her name still lingered somewhere in my mind and my hands already craved to feel her like last night. That woman was intoxicating, who knew that hiding behind a mask would be a woman that hot.

"Sorry man but I ain't sticking my head in that." Sean's words took me by surprise or I must say I wasn't expecting that.

Turning around I c****d my head slightly and fixed him with an unpleasant look. "Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders in response. "Damn it, Hunter, I am only sleeping with Remi and you're asking me to use her."

Isn't our boy being a bit too loyal?

"Geez, I am not asking you to rob her. Just get a few things out, that's it."

Sean got up rapidly, "No way. This is going too far, try working on Love Lust instead of being an ass and ruining someone else's career." He said and left without waiting for my reply.

I didn't stop him either, and I knew what was wrong with him. That girl was getting on his head, and I bet he'd regret it.

Scoffing, I pulled a new bottle of whiskey out of the fridge and studied it. I had been looking forward to opening this one ever since last night only if I hadn't spent the night thinking of something or someone in particular.

Pouring myself a glass, I found myself a seat before once again getting lost in thoughts. Was it getting weird that every time I sat vacantly my mind would drool off to her?

Grace aka The Cupid.

That short dress she wore last night, barely covered her thighs and I admit I thought about running my hand up to them. Her big blue eyes and that small nose that she had kept scrunching was unlike any CEO I had met.

Firstly, not every CEO was this hot. Secondly, neither were they that childish as she was with me. That would definitely help in manipulating her.

I must say, f*****g her seemed like a preferable thought last night if she wasn't my rival.

I shook my head suddenly regretting my thoughts.

Why did I think that? She can't possible blind me with her charms.

Maybe just a night with Camilla and ill forget all about Cupid. It wasn't a maybe, it was more of a definitely.

Pulling my phone, I typed a message.

"Come over at 11."

Tapping on send, I didn't even wait for a reply. Girls barely denied me, and Camilla was a friend with benefit for quite some time now.

Till 11, much work was left it be done. I had only wrapped my towel around after a bath when the doorbell rang.

I hope it's not that annoying neighbour again.

Running a hand through my wet hair and fixing them, I went for the door.

If it's the neighbour, I'll get him moved the first thing now. Darn these people, can't mind their f*****g busine-

My thoughts didn't follow up, or should I say, they stopped following up when I opened the door.

It was her, the Cupid but as Grace.

Suddenly the luck was favouring me more than necessary. Yeah, it did make getting her easier but this. What if I am just imagining? It could happen, after thinking of her last night.

Did I mention that she was ogling me this whole time?

Despite the thoughts, I didn't let go of her lingering gaze on me. She did give me a look over probably thinking that I haven't noticed. Her eyes widened each time they went down my body and then to my abs.

"Like what you see?" A smirk appeared on my lips.

She was checking me out, only to get caught doing so.

Quickly hiding the slight blush that spread over her cheeks, she rolled her eyes.

"Are you following me Grace?" I made sure to let her know I hadn't recognised her as the Cupid.

Her mouth opened then closed again, then she blinked and whispered something to herself.

This woman makes me doubt if she really is the Cupid?

"You..." Turns out people who show up at my door aren't any less annoying but was it weird that she didn't bother me at all? Guess my mind was coping with the plan.

"Yeah, me or shall I say the man you've been talking?" I said cockily and for the first time, I saw a hint of anger cross her gorgeous face.

I smirked which only made her scrunch her nose up in annoyance.

"It's not my fault that you are in my friend's condo." It was my turn to stare at her.

"Excuse me?"

The nerve of her to show up at my door, and then tell me that I live in her friend's condo.

Well, isn't she quite charming outside her office attire?

I opened my mouth, about to give her a piece of my mind when my eyes fell on the lift door opening. My eyes slightly widen when I realised who it was.

Mom.

My mind began running 1000 miles an hour, thinking of the mess I could get in if she saw me with a girl that too in just a towel.

This meant trouble and the kind that could make me lose both my company and the inheritance.