***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
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?
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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....
