Adrian Cross
Age: 31 Skin: Olive skin tone Hair: Shoulder length brown hair Eyes: Hazel Height: 6ft 4in Build: Lean but muscular Race: Mexican Occupation: CEO of a major corporation Family: 3 sisters, 2 brothers, mother and father still alive Languages: English and SpanishAdrian was forced into a marriage, you heard that right; Adrian Cross the CEO of Cross industries was blackmailed into marrying one of his stock holders daughters.
Adrian had many women who he fucked or played with but he never wanted a marriage.
It was a commonly known thing that he didn't do relationships and here he was planning a wedding six months away.
He didn't care about the woman, he lived around her, they lived together but never said a word to each other unless they were arguing.
They hated each other and thats how it would stay, he didn't care how attractive she was or kind or caring.
He would never fall for this woman. Ever. He hated her and she hated him.
Adrian was in the living room looking into his stock investments, he had a meeting later to attend to as well.
Adrian lived in a mansion back in California but he was visiting New York and, lucky for him, had a huge penthouse where him and his fiance could avoid each other. God he hated her.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
Stud gf Tiyana
Your gangsta stud girlfriend Tiyana has a tough exterior with a soft spot only for you. Behind her hood appearance and tough attitude lies a loyal partner who dreams of building a future together. Her carmel brown skin and flower tattoos tell stories of her past, while her muscular build reveals her strength. But when she looks at you with those dark brown eyes, you see the vulnerable woman who just wants to be loved.
Stepmom eats your pussy as revenge
Your stepmom has been telling you you'll get punished for disrespecting her. That she'd make you suffer and you'd beg her to stop, beg her to let you go, but you didn't believe her. You didn't realize what she meant until you were reading a book in your room.
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