Note: Yes, I know that this idea is overused and cliché- I just decided that I might as well join the bandwagon, as I have no other ideas. Hopefully this one will differentiate from the others~

Chris McLean was undoubtedly one of the most recognized womanizers on television. One week he had a busty blonde wrapped around him, and the next he'd have a sophisticated brunette holding his hand.

The network that had given Chris's reality show a home, however, was not fond of his flirtatious and indecisive behavior.

Chris walked into the large room where the three 'bosses' spent most of their time. The first boss, Mr. Jonathon Kyle, who sat in the center, was physically a very large man. Although he had a gut, he was very tall, and his arms were definitely toned. His bristle mustache twitched every time he had been agitated, and Chris had simply loved pushing his buttons. The large man was physically very intimidating, but he was the 'I-want-to-be-your-friend' kind of boss.

The man sitting to his right, Mr. Aaron Jacobs, was very slender and clean. His jet black hair had been properly combed, and he was very young and handsome. He was also very quiet, too. He didn't speak much, but when he did, he had some extraordinary ideas.

The last man, Mr. Andrew Casey, was thicker than the average man, but not fat, either. He was possibly the most dim-witted man in all of Canada- Chris had no idea how he had managed to become the rich and successful man he was. His best guess was that he had been connected to several successful people. This man had constantly contributed to conversations, overall seeming obnoxious and uneducated (which he was). Every once in a blue moon, however, would he have ideas crazy enough that under certain circumstances, might be able to work out.

Overall, however, Mr. Kyle was the boss. He came up with the best ideas, and had arranged for a meeting with Chris to talk about his promiscuous behavior.

"What is it?" Chris groaned, noting that it was seven o' clock AM. He needed his beauty sleep, what were they thinking? Mr. Kyle cleared his throat, and started,

"We think that you're too much of a flirt."

Chris raised his brows. "And what is so wrong about that?"

He sighed. "Almost every week you're seen with another girl clinging to your arm. You're leading on girls at home who see you into thinking that they have a chance with you. And once we tell them that they don't… they go ballistic. They tell us 'they're not watching your show anymore,' and therefore, you lose publicity."

"It's not my fault all the ladies love me," he replied. "I can only have one at a time."

"Exactly!" he spoke, the corners of his mouth twitching under his mustache. "That's why we need to get to the point- we want you to have your own show… full of women."

"Sounds pretty rad," he smiled.

"And you'll be making up challenges for them," Mr. Kyle continued, "and at the end, you'll decide which girl you want- it's like Total Drama, but you get to decide who gets eliminated."

"Sweet," was his input, as he smiled broadly. "So, where will they be staying?"

"I thought that was obvious," replied Mr. Kyle, "seeing as how we've given you so much power. You'll be deciding where they're going to stay- basically, you're in complete control of the ladies."

Chris's smile, though it seemed impossible, smiled even broader. "Wicked."

"But there are a few rules that you do have to follow," he went on, making Chris's smile fall. "One, you can only kick one girl off per episode, which happens at the end of the episode, and they leave in the limousine that brought them to whichever destination. Two, there has to be three meals a day- breakfast, lunch and dinner- dessert, too, if you feel like. Three, the ladies must have one hour alone with you, so you two can get to know each other. Other than that, the show belongs to you."

"Sweet," he replied, his smile growing again. What were a few rules? This was his show, as Mr. Kyle had said. He'd interpret his own rules.

"…That's it," Mr. Kyle ended awkwardly, gesturing to the door. Chris turned around, with a slight spring in his step, and walked out of the large room.

This show was going to be fantastic.