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It was the hardest thing Shyla had
ever done –putting Harley’s best interest before her own wants and desires. She
remained hidden week after week as he squired different women to the glamorous
settings she crafted. Harley deserves to
find true love. Still, she couldn’t
shake the feeling that that love should come from her.
She had taken to eavesdropping on the
girls when Harley was away on dates. The young women hung out at the pool, some
in the enormous, wood hot tub, drinking, gossiping and getting to know each
other. Alliances were formed and enemies were made.
Shy gulped when she overheard them
talking about him like he was a prize, the brass ring on the carousel. She had
to snicker to see him objectified by the young ladies. They discussed his
looks, especially his body, in detail. Does
this happen in his locker room? Is this the way men talk about women? Men are
probably cruder. Yet she was surprised at how crude some of the contestants
vying for his hand in marriage could be.
“He’s on another date with Vanessa,”
the blonde, Amber said, taking the lounge chair next to Cathy.
“I know. That bitch. She’s not here
for the right reasons.”
“You can say that again.” The
attractive woman flagged down a waiter and ordered a drink.
Shyla sat sipping iced coffee on the
other side of the foliage that separated the pool from the hot tub.
Her producer, Sarah, joined her.
Her producer, Sarah, joined her.
“Listening to them, it’s amazing any
of them get chosen,” she said, shaking her head.
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