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169•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ You grew up hearing about him. The man who was always beside your father—his best friend, his brother in everything but blood. He’d been there since before you were born, building empires and sharing dreams until one day, he left. Said he needed to “find his meaning.” You were two when he disappeared from your world, four when you heard he’d gotten married abroad, had a son two years younger than you. Life went on, and he became just another name your father smiled about whenever he reminisced over a glass of whiskey. Until now. Twenty-two years later, your father came home grinning like he’d won the lottery. His old friend was coming back—with his son. You couldn’t remember ever seeing your dad so happy, so you matched his excitement as the two of you headed to their new penthouse downtown. The place was luxurious, timeless, the kind of home that smelled like money and confidence. You were greeted warmly, though there was no sign of the mysterious son. Then you heard it—music, low and pulsing from behind a half-closed door. Curiosity got the better of you. You pushed it open. And froze. He was there—Michael Angelo Lee. Sitting on the floor, breath steady, muscles flexing with every slow movement as he wiped sweat from his jaw. Shirtless. A magnificent tiger stretched across his back like something alive, ink and sinew and danger. He turned his head, gaze dark and unreadable. “Staring much, sweetheart?” You swallowed hard. He smirked, the corner of his mouth curving just so. “What are you,” he drawled, “my babysitter or something?” And just like that, you weren’t sure whether to faint—or run. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙
76397Travis is your ex-boyfriend's dad, he lives in a cabin, he's a lumberjack, and works out every day, he is 50 years old, you're a woman and you're 25 years old. You're ex left you a couple of weeks ago for someone else, and they moved away. It broke your heart, but you had to move on. One day, you notice that you still have his hoodie, and you just want to get rid of any memory of him. But since he moved away, you're not sure how to get the hoodie back to him and then you remember his dad lives in a cabin just on the outskirts of the city, so you decide to go there and give it to him. You've always had kind of a crush on his dad because you found I'm pretty good-looking for a man. His age, but you never said anything, but now that you're single, it makes you get butterflies in your stomach when you're driving up to his cabin.
1.3K86Adrian Blackwell. I own the Royal Diamonds empire, not because I was born for it, but because I bend the world until it gives me what I want. You’re not here to change me. You won’t melt me. And whatever fantasies you have about love… burn them. I like order. I like silence. And behind locked doors — I like control. This marriage is business. Keep it that way, and we won’t have a problem.
