Round N Around We Go (Has Cupid Gone Mad?) Read Free

flips to the front of his
business card and reads his name
out loud, “Keith Pelzer, PA.
Thank you.” She laughs and
shrugs in relief. “Okay,” she
mumbles, “now how the heck do I
get out of here?”
    Completely lost, Karina decides
to try the number printed on his
business card and he answers by
the second ring. “This is
Keith.” He answers.
    “Hello Keith, this is Karina
Sebastian. Thank you so much for
helping me change the tire.” She
pauses briefly, “this is too
embarrassing but I just moved to
midtown and am completely lost
here, can you please tell me how
to
get
back
to
Biscayne
Boulevard?”
    “Oh is that why you looked so
scared? You’re lucky I was there
at the right place and the right
time to be able to help you.” He
speaks in a comforting tone of
voice. “Where are you now?”
    “I’m still in the same spot
where you found me.”
She
chuckles and hears a signal on
her phone that indicates the low
battery level and that the phone
is about to power down. “The
battery of my phone is about to
run out.” She adds quickly.
    “Alright, stay there and do not
drive off anywhere. Turn off all
the lights and lock the doors.
I’m turning around to come get
you.” The low battery signal
continues to beep a few more
times before the phone shuts
off.
“Great!” Karina sighs and tosses
the phone onto the passenger
seat.
    She has no other choice but to
wait patiently for him to
arrive.
    At this moment, Keith appears to
be the only person available to
help her. Without any doubt in
her mind, this is merely a
coincidence and it just happens
that he is there at the most
perfect timing.
Gullibly, it
never crosses her mind that this
might possibly be a brilliantly
calculated trap.
************
    Taylor
Gibbons, an untamed
beauty, stubborn, defiant and
highly talented aspiring author
by the making of recognized
publisher Ivan Solovich, also
her
editor
and
boyfriend,
mindlessly busies herself in
their kitchen while organizing
her recipe cards when Ivan trips
over some junk items scattered
across the floor. He stumbles a
few steps forward and grabs onto
the back of a barstool to
balance.
    He truly loves her, but being
highly organized and accustomed
to
bachelorhood,
he
has
maintained a clutter free home
for all his life and cannot help
feeling a little irate by her
mess. He reminds her that it has
been a month since she moved in
and she should really finish
unpacking.
    She
honestly loves him, but
having lived alone for most of
her adult years, she is not used
to having anyone telling her
what she can or cannot do.
    Their relationship for the past
year
has
been
faultlessly
perfect. They complete each
other and make each other whole.
When he asked her to move in,
the idea seemed perfect at the
moment and made absolute sense.
Now that they have fully
integrated with no space between
each other, it’s too late for a
second guess. They will have to
make this work.
    She bites her lower lip, scans
across the living room and
frowns at the stack of unopened
boxes. Secretly she agrees with
him but she is too exhausted to
unpack. His tolerance for her
clutter does not motivate her to
complete the task expediently.
She looks at him blankly, makes
up another excuse and tries to
brush him off.
    Seeing through her excuses, he
realizes the only way to make
her reprioritize is to create a
situation with a timeline that
she must comply. Spontaneously,
he decides that it’s the perfect
moment to throw a small party at
his condo to celebrate their
milestone of moving in together.
    “I’m inviting a handful of our
friends to come over for dinner
this
Saturday
night,”
he
embraces her from behind and
continues lovingly, “don’t worry
about cooking, I’ll have it
catered.”
    She turns around slowly in his
arms and faces him. “Wait, did
you decide on throwing a dinner
party without checking with me