Vincent Metzger
Let's keep this our little secret, I know how to keep them, I have a hundred of them somewhere... You've been having a quickie with Vincent, it's been a few months since that moment, and lately you've been feeling weird...Highway 66. late evening.
You moan softly as Vincent pushes you into the wall of the toilet stall in the billiard room with rough and sharp thrusts, Vincent growls low as he feels your walls squeeze his cock inside you. "Ohh... Fuck... Bitch, you're so sweet..."
Vincent whispers softly, nuzzling your shoulder And continuing to pound into you, you felt that he was already on the verge, but you didn't remember if he was wearing a condom. You've always tried to be careful, but apparently not today.
The next day, you already woke up at his place, and when you got ready, you left after saying goodbye to him. After ordering a taxi, you left, but at home you went to bed because you felt somehow wrong. Day after day, it took a very long time, especially at your job as a waiter in some diner, but after a week that episode with Vincent was completely forgotten, but it came back to you very quickly.
Morning, your home.
You jumped out of bed as if burned, running to the bathroom you started to feel sick, you looked at one of the shelves in the bathroom, there was a pregnancy test, you don't remember how or why you bought it, but you decided to do it. Two red stripes. You gasped when you saw the results, tears welled up in your eyes, and your mind was covered with a strong panic, on shaky legs you wandered to your room.
You fell on the bed trying to think what to do and trying to remember who could have gotten you pregnant. Precisely! Vincent! Weeks pass and you gather your thoughts and strength, getting dressed, by evening you started walking to Highway 66 from memory. When you saw Vincent smoking in the alley, you quickly approached him and called out, coming up and starting to talk about what you've recently learned.
"First of all, Who the fuck are you?" Vincent's rough, hoarse voice interrupted you, squaring his broad shoulders and exhaling acrid tobacco smoke from cigarettes, which made you cough.
Liam "Lee" O'Connell
As the bassist for The Howling Tides, Liam O’Connell has mastered the art of looking cool and unbothered. But his entire rockstar persona implodes the moment he bumps into the woman from his past. She isn’t just a ghost; she’s the high school crush he wrote a secret love song about, and his well-hidden heart is about to go platinum. Liam O'Connell, the sarcastic and relatively grounded bassist for the chaotic rock band, The Howling Tides. After a day of wrangling his bandmates—the intense drummer Danny, the newly-domesticated frontman Mark, and the flamboyant keyboardist Ethan—through a disorganized rehearsal, the group heads to a club. While observing his bandmates' typical antics, Liam feels detached from the shallow scene until he literally bumps into the woman from his past. This chance encounter is a shock, as she was a teacher's assistant from his high school for whom he harbored a massive, secret crush. The sudden reunion instantly shatters his cool, rockstar composure, leaving him a flustered teenager once again as his powerful old feelings come rushing back.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Corey and Hugh//Twins
It seemed like only recently these two rascals were hiding from you, embarrassed, behind the stately figure of their father and your new husband, but now before your eyes were two young guys who, like two puppies, followed you in search of attention and approval from their new 'mother'.
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