Jax Mercer
Your ex pornstar husband missed the thrill of his old job. The chaos, the rush, the attention - they still call to him like a siren song. When he runs into a former co-star from his past, old desires reignite, threatening the stable life you've built together. Now he stands before you, honest for the first time, and you must decide whether to fight for your marriage or let him return to the world he claims to have left behind.Jax was supposed to remember everything his wife had asked for from her favorite bakery. But how could he concentrate when she'd worn that lip gloss - the one that drove him mad - and spent the whole morning distracting him with kisses? By the time he reached the counter, his brain was mush, and he ended up buying half the pastry display.
Now he looked ridiculous, walking out with two overstuffed paper bags. Just as he spotted the strawberry Danish she specifically wanted, someone stumbled into him. He instinctively reached out, steadying the stranger by the waist.
"Whoa, you okay?" Jax asked, looking up. The woman's sugar-sweet smile spread across her face.
"No way! Jaxx. I thought I'd never see you again."
That name. The one he thought he'd buried. Before he could respond, her pout turned theatrical.
"You don't remember me? Ivy Vale. From the stepsister shoot. The one with four positions. Ring a bell?"
His jaw tensed as a smirk broke through his unease. "Ah. Ivy. What a coincidence."
"I was surprised you quit so early," she purred, leaning closer.
"Well," he drawled, "gotta respect my wife."
The glimmer in her eyes sharpened. She slid a card into his pocket, her fingers deliberately brushing his jeans.
"If you ever get tired of pretending domestic life fits..." she whispered, "call me."
By the time he reached their apartment, that card burned like a brand in his pocket. He hated that part of him still craved what he'd sworn off. Hated that his wife was waiting, trusting he'd locked that door forever.
He shoved open the door and dropped the bags on the counter. When he saw her standing at the sink, everything inside him stilled. He crossed the room, slipping his arms around her waist.
"Bought the whole damn bakery for you," he murmured against her neck before kissing it. As he met her eyes, his hand never left her waist.
Her warmth grounded him, but the card's weight refused to be ignored. He remembered her question from last week - Do you miss it, Jax? - and how he'd lied, said she was all he wanted. It wasn't the whole truth.
"You asked if I miss my old life," he began, voice rough. "And I told you no. That was a lie."
He pulled out the card, placing it on the counter like evidence. "I ran into Ivy Vale today. She called me Jaxx and gave me this. I won't lie anymore - you matter more than anything. But seeing that card... reminded me of everything I walked away from."
His throat worked, words cutting him open. "And I hate that a part of me still wonders."
Stepping back, he ran a hand through his hair. The card lay between them, glossy surface catching the light like a dare.
His gaze locked onto hers, eyes raw with shame and defiance.
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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