Defective: Cupid's Choice, #2

By Diana W.

You've been matched!

After spending the day feeling the love at the Cupid's Choice Valentine's Day Festival, head over to The Diamond Royale for Diamondville's second annual Lock & Key Blind Date Event. Find the person with your matching number at the mixer, get to know them over an opulent five-course dinner, and if things go well, get to know them in the biblical sense in the luxurious accommodations of the hotel. Remember, Cupid is also the god of carnality, so enjoy your weekend in proper fashion and be safe.

 

This is the story of 23 and 23.
Matched on paper.
Not so much in person.
What could possibly go wrong?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana W.
• Release date: Feb 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201776077

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

MY HEAD WAS ON A SWIVEL, and I was certain I was experiencing the onset symptoms of a heart attack. Never in my life did I think I’d become the lookout and getaway driver for a house break-in, yet here I was looking just as dumb as I wanted to, holding onto the steering wheel of my rental car with sweaty palms. I was supposed to be watching out for cops or neighbors, but what the hell was I supposed to do if I saw any?

A bird call?

Honk my horn?

I looked back to the beautiful tw0-story white house and continued to observe my line sister, Tiff, picking the front door locks with the tools she rolled out across her lap like a character from one of those Ocean’s movies. She’d been a live wire since we met back in college, but I honestly thought it was one of those things you outgrow. Don’t get me wrong, I had my share of drive-bys to make sure a few of my boos were where they said they were, but this? This was next-level crazy.

She’d met some man while helping her friend Imani relocate and claimed things were getting serious between them, but on the other hand, she also told me on numerous occasions that she wanted to leave him alone because he wasn’t willing to commit. To me, the writings on the wall were obvious, but she said she was in love.

Fuck.

That.

If love was going to require bail money and a lawyer, it could stay its raggedy ass wherever it was. I was nobody’s prison pillow princess.

I took another nervous glance up the street and looked back to the house in time to see Tiff throwing up her fists in celebration. She signaled to give her five minutes, and then she disappeared into the front door. I hoped she could do whatever she was doing in three because I still had to drive all the way back to Diamondville to my hotel room so I could get dressed for this fair.

When I told Tiff that I was officially matched and invited to the Cupid’s Choice Blind Date Event that was being thrown the weekend leading into Valentine’s Day, she told me she would be in Sapphire Springs that same weekend and that it was only about a thirty-minute drive from there. I purposely booked a flight for Friday night, so I would have enough time to link up with her and get my mind right about possibly getting my back blown in by a stranger because I deserved. The plan had been ironclad until my flight got delayed, and I didn’t arrive into Diamondville until six this morning. Still, true to my word, though, I drove to Sapphire Springs to see her, and within the first ten minutes of our reunion, she casually asked me to drive her to a specific address. When she muttered about nobody being able to recognize my car, I should’ve left her on the curb, but I didn’t because I felt like I owed her for being my ratchet sidekick for a few of my own shenanigans back in the day. But right now? My breathing was shallow, with no paper bag to