Chaotic in Love: lost & found E-Book

Kaiden Emerald

• Herausgeber: via tolino media
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Fabian's everyday life is so chaotic that only his best friend Angie can put up with him. So it's not surprising that he leaves his wallet behind when he goes shopping, yet again. But unexpectedly someone brings it back to him, turning his life even more upside down. But is there any chance of seeing the mysterious stranger again? And will Fabian manage to win him over or will he successfully put him to flight like all the men before him?

Leseprobe

Inhaltsverzeichnis

Review: Somewhere in the middle of nowhere

Replenishment and shopping spree

Color confession and blood splatter

Unexpected visit

The transfer

Mr. Otto and the diver

(Not) a date?

Jason and the ice cream

The rocket

Flying hours

Dress choice

Excitement for nothing

Not everyone's Buddha

Hands up!

Breakdown alert

Reunion

Epilogue: Little astronaut

Chaotic in love Volume 1: lost & found

By Kaiden Emerald

Imprint

Copyright © Kaiden Emerald, 2022

http://www.kaiden-emerald.de/

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Book cover: © M.Feitsch

Book set © Kaiden Emerald

Editing: The „Korrifeen“ – Mel, Mims & Flash

Production/ Printing: Tolino Media

Original edition, published 10/2022, edition 2

Translated from German into English.

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Review: Somewhere in the middle of nowhere

"Where the hell are you?" Sebastian's voice sounded from the speakerphone.

"I don't know, I got lost," Fabian replied, annoyed.

"Again? I've described the route to you in detail. Why don't you finally buy a navigation system?"

Now he's starting to do it again. "Buy a navigation system ... blah blah blah. It's too expensive for me, I already told you. You'd better tell me which way to go if you want me to get to this party today."

"That you can't even be reliable. There are also some that are quite cheap. Why do I always do this to myself anyway? All right ... where are you?"

"In some hick town. I don't know, everything looks the same here. Got no internet reception here either and can't even pull up a map."

"There must be a sign somewhere where you are."

"Yeah, there's one up ahead."

"So, what does it say?"

"Potatoes 500 yards on the right."

The voice on the other end snorted. "Anything else?"

"No, just a right-of-way sign."

"Okay, I've had it. Just turn around, you'd be way too late again anyway."

"Turn around? Then what did I set out for in the first place?" nagged Fabian.

"I don't know. It's no use with you anyway. Go back home and go to bed."

"Hey, you don't have to come at me like that now!"

"Okay, then let's not do it at all."

"Are you breaking up with me right now?"

Silence fell.

"Basti? Hellooo?"

"Look, Fabi, it's not going to work out between us anyway. I've had enough."

A clack sounded.

"Did he just hang up on me? What a wanker ... Yeah, go ahead, I'm better off without you anyway!"

Fabian turned the car around and angrily sped off in the direction from which he had come. But just around the next bend, he had to brake sharply and found himself face to face with a freewheeling cow that was chewing its cud with relish in the middle of the road and didn't appear to be changing its location anytime soon.

"Oh, fuck off."

Petulantly, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, then fumbled around in the inside pocket of his denim jacket, using the nasal spray he'd pulled out of there to calm himself down. Somehow, in the end, he always ended up alone. No matter how hard he tried to have a relationship, they all eventually fell apart. Maybe he was just one of those people who couldn't find the right match.

Upset and frustrated, he rummaged in the glove compartment for a piece of chewing gum, unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth. He then took great pains to imitate the cow in front of him exactly, hoping it would make itself look stupid and then disappear.

He had been together with Sebastian for almost half a year, which made it one of his longest relationships. At least now I don't have to go to that annoying family party anymore, he tried to tell himself, even though he had grown fond of Aunt Betty and the rest of the clan by now.

It didn't fit anyway, Fabian admitted to himself, as he had with his previous partners, and now rummaged for a handkerchief.

Replenishment and shopping spree

"What an ass," Angie confirmed over the phone. "He doesn't deserve you at all, please don't let him talk you into anything."

"I know...," Fabian replied, trying not to sound as dejected as he felt.

"And what are you doing now?"

"Right now I'm on my way to the pharmacy."

"Okay, look out. I'm going to take Jason to Grandma's and then I'll meet you at the drugstore in a little while. I could use a kid-free afternoon, too."

Which Fabian could understand all too well, after all, his friend's lively son wasn't all that easy to handle.

"Agreed, see you in a minute then."

Pleased with the imminent distraction, Fabian hung up and crossed the crosswalk to the shopping promenade. He hoped Angie wouldn't dwell on it, because he didn't feel like talking about Basti any more than he did about Lukas, Tim, David, Richard, Michael, and all his past loves and one-night stands before that he thought had sparked. After a deep breath, he used up the rest of his nasal spray and tossed the empty bottle into the nearest trash can.

By now, the midday sun was literally slamming down on the asphalt surfaces between the buildings, and that despite the fact that summer was just beginning. 37 degrees, at least two degrees 'colder' than yesterday. Nevertheless, he could feel the burning of the heat despite his white polo shirt. He would have liked to take it off, but he didn't want to be one of the rednecks who walked around the center shirtless. He also didn't think he was well-trained enough for that.

He passed a few women who crowded together on the only bench that stood under a tree to be somewhat protected from the sun. There were far too few trees in the passage anyway and accordingly hardly any shady places.

When he reached the pharmacy, he first considered turning back, because instead of Tanja, the young competent pharmacist, Gisela was on duty. That's just what I need. Oh what the heck, I need it.

"Ah, Mr. Boresch. What can I do for you today?" the elderly lady greeted him in a friendly manner.

Sometimes Fabian missed the anonymity that certainly existed elsewhere. In the small German town where he lived, everyone really did know everyone else.

"One nasal spray, please."

The pharmacist shook her head, reached out and clasped his hands as if she were his grandmother about to share some helpful advice.

"You've been buying that for weeks. I'm sure it's an allergy. I'd better give you an allergy spray and eye drops. Do you have high blood pressure, too?"

"Right now I do!"

Gisela let go of him and went to the shelf behind the counter, which was overflowing with pills of every kind and for every eventuality. "I can also offer you pills for allergies."

If the nearest pharmacy were just around the corner, Fabian would simply leave them and go there instead. But that was unfortunately not the case, so he took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. "I'll take those already."

"Which one?" the pharmacist now wanted to know.

"It was something with C. Or with B. Blue pack. Or green. That big, circa." Fabian showed her the measurements with his fingers and only earned a perplexed look from Gisela. "You're the pharmacist, I don't know anything about it."

"How about a nasal spray, then?" she suddenly suggested.

Finally. "Good idea! I'll take it, thanks!"

Gisela scanned the spray and cashed up. "Do you need a bag with that?"

"No, it goes like this."

"But please don't use it for more than a week."

"Sure, like always." Fabian grabbed the merchandise and made to leave.

"See you next week!" shouted Gisela after him before he was all the way out the door.

He merely raised his hand in greeting and immediately buried it in his pants pocket outside when a message on his cell phone announced itself with a simple plinging sound. Angie had texted, she was already there, waiting.

Two cross streets away, she stood leaning against the wall of the house, hugging him fervently as soon as he was within reach. "My poor darling! Come on, let's go cheer you up!"

Fabian didn't object, though the little shopping spree was meant more for Angie. He braced himself for having to spend at least an hour in the drugstore, since she somehow never finished there and 'just a few little things' quickly turned into two baskets full of stuff she didn't really need. In fact, her own bathroom already looked like a drugstore - only without the photo booth. Maybe that would be a suitable Christmas present?

"What do you have?" she asked casually as she went into her usual buying frenzy.

What's wrong with me? My boyfriend broke up with me, it's scorching hot, Gisela's been bugging me, and now I get to look at what feels like three decades of makeup jars. "Oh nothing, I just think they could put benches in here for the men."

Angie poked him in the side. "I'm sure it won't take me that long. You know, it's nice to have a few hours to myself, too. Just to get some clear thoughts."

How true. Fabian smiled indulgently. "Yes, I can well imagine with the little one." Because Jason was not only a little bright, but rather the liveliness in person, and on top of that he needed a little longer for many things to understand. His friend knew this, but they didn't talk about it. Whether Jason was ready for school, the aptitude test would tell.

Angie packed two nearly identical shades of blue nail polish into the basket. "Yeah, it's exhausting at times. Sometimes I don't even know where my head is. Yesterday I signed the consent for the kindergarten trip to the puppet theater with 'meat sausage' because I prepared the shopping list in parallel."

Amused, Fabian snorted away and collected another blow from his friend.

"Hey, let's take some pictures!" suggested Angie then.

"At the vending machine for job application pictures?"

"No, here with the phone!"

She pulled out her smartphone, switched the front camera, and began posing.

"Selfies are stupid."

"What, why?"

"Well, because in the first 300 pictures you always look like you're having a stroke. I don't know, can't get anything out of it.

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