Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Seven Weeks in Heaven, Episode One: The Set Up (Part One)


***Disclaimer*** This is a free write story conjured up as I go (or at least as the characters tell me what's next). Therefore the story is UNEDITED by a professional, only self edited. Also this is made to enjoy over time as each episode is released.***End***


Story Synopsis/Blurb

Charlotte Kline is a high maintenance glamour girl without a penny to her name. The creditors are knocking down her door unless she finds a way to pay them. That is until an opportunity to become a reality television star falls into her lap. This could be her ticket to stardom and to financial freedom! The catch? Pretend to fall in love with whomever she is matched up with...

Harris Miller is destined to be a "life-long" bachelor at the ripe age of twenty-seven.  His mother refuses to pay his way any longer unless he finds a wife. Sparks fly when he's paired up with Charlotte on the realty television show, "Seven Weeks in Heaven". He has only a matter of weeks to convince her to marry him. For his sake of course...

Will Charlotte be able to tolerate Harris' brash, no-nonsense tendencies in order to claim her winnings? And will Harris convince Charlotte he is the man for her?


ENJOY!
XOXO ~ NFG


Seven Weeks in Heaven
Episode One
The Set Up 

Part One:

            “Come on, Jonah. I need the cash.”
            He peered over the refrigerator door. The milk carton hovering from its spot on the shelf as he held it. “Why now, Char?”
            Disappointment interwoven with skepticism colored his handsome face. The same look her parents gave when she messed up. And now her best friend wore it. She shrunk a little inside.
            “I just do,” she whined.
            “Creditors coming after you again?  The spending is out of control.” The refrigerator rattled as he slammed it shut. “I guess I won’t be seeing the rent again this month.”
            She forced a counterfeit smile to sway him. 
            “I’m gay, Charlotte. That shit doesn’t work on me.” He leaned back on the counter crossing his feet at the ankles. “This is becoming a serious addiction. And you need a job. Structure would do you good.” His hazel eyes displayed a level of concern she’d never witnessed.
            Her eyes fell to the peep-toe Louboutins adorning her manicured feet. He wasn’t wrong in his remark but she couldn’t give up the lifestyle. It was a full time job. Calling it an addiction insulted her hard work. People have said she’s fashion forward, strikingly beautiful and always ahead of the trends. She was fabulous and believed it.
            “I’m structurally unemployed.” That earned her a weak smile. “Please say you’ll help me?”
            “So you can continue doing what you’re doing?”
            “No, silly. To get you the money you need and to get the debt collectors off my back.”
            “And to make you famous?” he asked rhetorically.
            “Well, duh.” She twirled her long hair in her fingers imagining her dream coming true.
            Jonah produced the reality television show Seven Weeks in Heaven. He took the experience of reality-based programming to a new level. She thought of it as Survivor meets the Bachelorette with a healthy dose of Big Brother. Couples are matched, fall in love and America votes who stays. The winners walk away with a hefty check and sweet social media victory. Win. Win.
            She touched his muscular bicep and leaned into him. “Okay. Look. Help me get a clean slate and I promise to look into my–“ She waved her hands at him.
            “Addiction,” he said dryly.
            “Yeah. That.” She paused, guilt plaguing her insides.
            With her pouty face in full force she said, “You know I’d make a perfect addition to the show. Besides, you’re the one that gets to pair me up with the lucky guy. A guaranteed win for all.”
            “Are you sure you can make it believable?” His messy curls flopped over his forehead as a hand ran through them.
            She crossed her arms. “Feigning love for a juicy payout? Do you know how I work?” She didn’t have a designer wardrobe all on credit.
            He scratched the tight beard on his face. “You are the perfect concoction of crazy and high maintenance.” He exhaled. “I feel bad for the poor sucker.”
            She bounced up and down as excitement surged through her. “You won’t regret it!”

TO BE CONTINUED....


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