In a world of panning cameras and scripted drama, Noe Carter finds himself thrust into a TV reality predicament like no other. Suddenly, he is faced with the unexpected: falling in love with not only a Bachelorette but also his fellow competition, a...
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I found myself sitting across from the woman who had been the subject of much attention this evening. All the men have been eyeing her all night, each with their own intentions and ambitions. I consider myself fortunate to be the first man invited to speak with her for the night, couldn't help but wonder why I was chosen to go first. Did Miss Cooper truly wish to get to know me first out of the twenty-five men?
"Mr. Carter, here, have a drink," she said, her eyes fixed on me as she handed me a glass unlike any of the customary liquors I had been consuming all night. It is a fancy, colorful cocktail, undoubtedly designed to pique my interest. From the moment I stepped foot into the luxurious limousine, I have been indulging in an abundance of drinks, allowing the effects to take hold of me. The effects have already begun to take their toll, dulling my senses.
I sipped my drink, a mixture of sweet and salty that left an intriguing aftertaste. So far, it was the best alcohol I'd ever tasted! "It's very good, Miss Cooper," I said after savoring each sweet and salty blend on my taste buds.
"Oh, please, Mr. Carter, give credit where it's due. Our talented staff created these delightful concoctions," Miss Cooper responded with a giggle, taking a sip of her own cocktail. The sound of her metal sip straw gently clanging against the glass added a melodic note to the air, enticing me to take another sip. Under different circumstances, I would have apologized profusely for the events that had unfolded tonight. However, I still said enough to be polite.
"I apologize, Miss Cooper. I assumed you had prepared them for us," I said, taking another sip of my cocktail.
"Well, you're partially correct, Mr. Carter," she replied with a smile, her gaze shifting from her drink to meet my eyes. My throat suddenly felt dry, and I sensed a tightness and warmth in my cheeks as the moonlight illuminated her face, casting a captivating glow. The veranda grew colder as the wind blew from a different direction, but the warmth of the outdoor firepit kept us comfortably close as we savored our drinks.
"Mr. Carter... do you know why I chose you first on this very first day...night?" she asked, her voice trailing off to a light tone, despite this the question caused a chill to run down my spine.
