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It's my first time participating in a dating show. Seriously, I never struggle to find a date so I don't have to use shows, apps, online websites, or anything. I’m so inexperienced in this.
But it is fun. We are five women, Dordrich sees none of us, we do see him. First, the hostess asks the questions, Dordrich listens and gives points for each answer. Viewers can also submit their own points per message. In the end, there will be two candidates, each chosen by Dordrich and the public. And then he finally asks very personal questions to the remaining contestants, much to the amusement of the audience present and viewers at home. He chooses the ultimate winner himself.
I can hardly contain my laughter.
Dordrich recognizes my voice from all of them, of course. Still, I try to speak in a low voice, sexy and slower than my usual way. The whole situation is so hilarious, the audience is devastated with laughter. The other four women are doing their best to win Dordrich over, I am relaxed.
“How many times a week do you have sex?”, Dordrich asks me mischievously when it's my turn. Everyone smiles and waits for my answer. “Well Mr. Fellogan, I always conform to my partner's times. As soon as he has spare time he can have me, all the way and however he likes.” I make it seem like I'm a pack of candy that serves as a treat for a good deed.
“How often would you like to have me if you were my mate?”, I turn his own question to himself. “Every day!”, he sounds confident. The room is silent for a moment, everyone wonders if it is a serious statement or if it’s just by the script. I break the tension by laughing loudly. “Watch your age, Mr. Fellogan. They say women my age are insatiable, it's the peak years”, I respond coquettishly, battering with my eyes. Another laugh from the audience, they are back at the show.
I look next to me and see my rival looking sour. Dordrich hardly paid any attention to her, not even laughed at her. I was the choice of both Dordrich and the crowd and to break the tie score, the runner-up was chosen to compete with me. But it was clear from the start that I am the favorite of both the crowd and Dordrich.
Finally, the hostess announces the winner and I emerge as a surprise to Dordrich.
“Wow. If that's not Miss Windrug! It's a real honor to be your date for tonight," he replies, supposedly pleasantly surprised, bowing courteously to me. He takes my hand and kisses the ruby. I dare not look him in the eye, lest I fall out of my role and all America recognize my love for him.
He continues to hold my hand, possessive and I see some in the audience frowning.
Immediately I recast into the role of a winner who takes the top prize. “Well Mr. Fellogan, I won you over. You're mine tonight," I say loudly and ambiguously. “I hit the jackpot”. The hall bursts out laughing. “Eat him all, Leave nothing of him whole”, some shout to me. I smile broadly and rock my hips defiantly as I let Dordrich lead me off the stage.
When we finally get to the waiting room, the technicians rush to get all the recorders off us. And when we're left alone, Dordrich takes me in his arms tenderly. "You are so Beautiful. And you were clearly teasing me with your answers. Now give me my reward”. Before I can answer, his lips are on mine and he kisses me deeply.
“Let's get out of here. I've reserved a table for us," he says hoarsely when finally our lips disconnect.
Dordrich takes me to a Jamaican restaurant built into the river.
In the balmy wind, we walk over the wooden bridge to it. I curl up against his chest as we bridge the distance, his arms wrapped around me protectively. The full moon shining above us makes the atmosphere so romantic and relaxing. We are greeted by the polite owner in her strange but pleasant accent. She leads us to a private cabana that has a round sofa with a table in the middle. I will not let go of Dordrich, in his arms we sit together.
The gallant lady returns with the menu. “We have typical Jamaican dishes, but also other Caribbean ones such as Salt Fish Bake, Fried Rice with black bean and steamed pork. Those are our specials for tonight”, she explains. “But we also serve American food such as Steak and caviar”.
Suddenly, there is turmoil on our left side. Camera flashes blind me, photographers are everywhere in the place. Dordrich pushes me behind him, while the restaurant owner and waitress push all cameramen out. “What the hell is going on here?”, Dordrich asks in a loud voice. “Who sent them here? Can't we even have some privacy in this restaurant?”.
Within minutes the men are gone and Dordrich turns to me. “Is everything okay with you, Loraine?”, he asks concerned, taking me in his arms. I cling to him in shock. The woman rushes to us, all apologetic. “Mr. Fellogan, I'm so sorry. I don't know where they suddenly came from. They seem to have been waiting for you here, ooohh my God!”.
I now look at the woman with interest, she doesn't seem to be very sorry. Of course not, thanks to this event, her restaurant will make the front pages today and tomorrow, and then she will do big business. Who wouldn't be happy about that?
Dordrich hugs me tight and we leave the restaurant.
Our night out is ruined. We drive in silence to our penthouse and order Italian food from a nearby restaurant. Starving we attack our food. “Dordrich, these photos will have a profound effect on you. I'm pretty sure this is intentional. That Alyssa!! If I get hold of her, I'll pull her hair from her scalp," I say, my teeth gritted. “Don't worry, honey. Everything has a solution. Let's not make a few bread photographers spoil our night.”
This man warms my heart.
We stand at the terrace, hugging each other.
And with that, another beautiful night starts...
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