just getting to that. Unfortunately, I also have to send one girl home. I want to first of all say that you are all absolutely beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have you, but I do have to make a decision. And I’m going to go based off of the connection that I feel. It’s just so important to me that I develop a strong connection and can meet someone who will be my best friend.”
Brinkley gulped.
Ky continued, brows furrowed with concern. “So, I have to say goodbye to Kylie today. I’m sorry.”
Come again? That was the last thing Brinkley had expected. She was already mentally packing her bags and saying goodbye to her new friends and the beautiful tropical island getaway. How had she managed to make the cut?
Before she could gather her thoughts, Kylie was gone. Kylie gave Ky a quick hug goodbye, and she was escorted to a small motorboat that had appeared at the side of the catamaran. Apparently, when they meant that one woman was going home, they meant that she was going home right away. In a daze of elation and sadness, Brinkley watched as Kylie’s motorboat sped away until it was just a speck on the horizon.
When the group arrived back at the resort, the women were buzzing about Kylie’s exit. Brinkley knew what they were thinking. They were probably wondering how on earth she had made the cut when someone as gorgeous and as well-endowed as Kylie had gone home. She was wondering the same thing.
But Ky said it was all about the connection. And if he had chosen to keep her, then it must have meant he had at least some sort of connection with her, right?
A small glimmer of hope made her shiver with anticipation. She didn’t want to count her chickens before they hatched, but she couldn’t deny that it was a good sign she had won out over a total bombshell on the first group date.
Maybe Ky really did see soul-mate qualities in her. Maybe they had a lot more in common than she had first thought. She couldn’t wait to find out.
She excused herself from the group that was chattering and buzzing next to the pool. She walked across the property to her suite. She just needed a second to compose herself off camera, and the only sure place for some privacy was in the restroom. Cameramen followed her all the way to the restroom door, which she firmly locked behind her.
She didn’t know if she was cut out for this. If someone like Harper was going to win the group date, then shouldn’t she just go home now and save herself the embarrassment? It was a given that she was going to be embarrassed on national TV.
Already, her closest friends and family members were not only going to find out that she had lost her virginity at the ripe old age of twenty-two but that she had been secretly having sex with her boyfriend this whole time. She didn’t know which was worse, that she’d been an old virgin or that she was having sex before marriage.
She tried to hold back the tears, but she couldn’t any longer. It felt so good to sit by herself without any cameras in her face and let it all out. She hadn’t known it was going to be this hard to constantly have people watching her every move. And picking apart what she said and dissecting everything she did. She was a nervous wreck.
She would have given anything to talk to her pastor about it. Or at least to be able to call or e-mail her mom for a few words of encouragement. Before she left, she’d had a long sit-down with her pastor about whether or not the whole reality TV thing was a good decision. He assured her that as long as she felt peace about it, it was. And that maybe it was an opportunity that God was giving her to meet her future husband.
Her mother had agreed. She’d told her in her sweet, simple way, “Honey, you just do what makes you happy. If Cooper doesn’t make you happy anymore, then maybe this new man will.”
But now she didn’t feel peace or happiness. And she couldn’t ask anyone for advice because she was restricted from the telephone
Brinkley gulped.
Ky continued, brows furrowed with concern. “So, I have to say goodbye to Kylie today. I’m sorry.”
Come again? That was the last thing Brinkley had expected. She was already mentally packing her bags and saying goodbye to her new friends and the beautiful tropical island getaway. How had she managed to make the cut?
Before she could gather her thoughts, Kylie was gone. Kylie gave Ky a quick hug goodbye, and she was escorted to a small motorboat that had appeared at the side of the catamaran. Apparently, when they meant that one woman was going home, they meant that she was going home right away. In a daze of elation and sadness, Brinkley watched as Kylie’s motorboat sped away until it was just a speck on the horizon.
When the group arrived back at the resort, the women were buzzing about Kylie’s exit. Brinkley knew what they were thinking. They were probably wondering how on earth she had made the cut when someone as gorgeous and as well-endowed as Kylie had gone home. She was wondering the same thing.
But Ky said it was all about the connection. And if he had chosen to keep her, then it must have meant he had at least some sort of connection with her, right?
A small glimmer of hope made her shiver with anticipation. She didn’t want to count her chickens before they hatched, but she couldn’t deny that it was a good sign she had won out over a total bombshell on the first group date.
Maybe Ky really did see soul-mate qualities in her. Maybe they had a lot more in common than she had first thought. She couldn’t wait to find out.
She excused herself from the group that was chattering and buzzing next to the pool. She walked across the property to her suite. She just needed a second to compose herself off camera, and the only sure place for some privacy was in the restroom. Cameramen followed her all the way to the restroom door, which she firmly locked behind her.
She didn’t know if she was cut out for this. If someone like Harper was going to win the group date, then shouldn’t she just go home now and save herself the embarrassment? It was a given that she was going to be embarrassed on national TV.
Already, her closest friends and family members were not only going to find out that she had lost her virginity at the ripe old age of twenty-two but that she had been secretly having sex with her boyfriend this whole time. She didn’t know which was worse, that she’d been an old virgin or that she was having sex before marriage.
She tried to hold back the tears, but she couldn’t any longer. It felt so good to sit by herself without any cameras in her face and let it all out. She hadn’t known it was going to be this hard to constantly have people watching her every move. And picking apart what she said and dissecting everything she did. She was a nervous wreck.
She would have given anything to talk to her pastor about it. Or at least to be able to call or e-mail her mom for a few words of encouragement. Before she left, she’d had a long sit-down with her pastor about whether or not the whole reality TV thing was a good decision. He assured her that as long as she felt peace about it, it was. And that maybe it was an opportunity that God was giving her to meet her future husband.
Her mother had agreed. She’d told her in her sweet, simple way, “Honey, you just do what makes you happy. If Cooper doesn’t make you happy anymore, then maybe this new man will.”
But now she didn’t feel peace or happiness. And she couldn’t ask anyone for advice because she was restricted from the telephone
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