Page 57 of Love Harder

Don’t shake your head at me. I know what a dumbass I am.

Alas, me all but breaking down Psychic’s door to help lift this voodoo love spell so I could find my Prince Charming and live happily ever after.

I suppose I did leave a huge part out of the story. Yes, I was coming to the US for work, but my pit stop was simply to undo the pact I made with the universe because she had made me bleed, and I was done.

I had mentioned to Brooklyn I was going to New York before seeing him. He had asked why. I was apprehensive at first to share why because what I was doing wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. He began to worry, however, and asked if I was going there to see another man.

I liked there was a little possessiveness to his tone.

When I told him the reason, he simply laughed and said he wasn’t a believer but was interested in hearing what she said.

I pressed the buzzer, and the glass door opened. When I climbed those familiar stairs, a sense of peace and calm settled over me.

I knew I made the right choice.

Pizza place on the lower level.

Tattoo studio on the second.

And on the third was Psychic’s home.

I didn’t even have a chance to knock on her door. She opened it and said, “You were supposed to call me.”

I was supposed to do a lot of things…but here we are.

Iwasimpressed that she remembered me. But she is psychic, after all. She went about spraying down my hands and shoes just like last time and then welcomed me into her home. Everything was the same. And again, that sense of peace wrapped me in a tight embrace.

I didn’t regret this detour one bit.

I sat in the chair across from her, and she sighed. Could she sense the shit I was in?

Her silence made me nervous, so I blurted out, “I need you to undo whatever you did with Mr. J and I. Please.”

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me with those knowledgeable eyes. “I warned you.”

“I know, and I’m an idiot who didn’t listen. Now please help.”

She nodded, and I noticed when deep in thought, she rocked slightly, nodding. It’s not unnerving. It’s actually beyond fascinating to watch.

“I didn’t do anything,” she finally says.

“Um…”

“If you think I did some love spell or coercion, then you’re mistaken. I don’t make people fall in love. All I did was open you up to the universe. The rest is your fate.”

I sat for a moment, unsure how I felt about what she had revealed.

For one year, I believed that whatever was done here, in this very room, was the cause of my bad luck with men.

Turns out I was wrong.

I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. It was easy to believe that my luck was because of some voodoo love spell I signed in blood with the universe, but that wasn’t the case.

My choices were the reason. Every action has a consequence, and this was mine.

And that also meant that what Mr. J felt was real.

Well, that was a plot twist I didnotsee coming.

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