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Deprived Weekend — When you were younger, your father walked out—just like that. No warning. No explanation. One day he was there, and the next… he wasn’t. It left you and your mother to figure things out on your own. And she did. She didn’t fall apart. Didn’t chase after him. Didn’t bring other men into your life to fill the space he left behind. Instead, she focused on you—on working, on providing, on building something stable out of what little you had. She gave you everything she could. Even when it wasn’t much. Especially when it wasn’t much. For years, it was just the two of you. Simple. Quiet. Predictable. Safe. ___________________ Until you were thirteen. That’s when she met Albert Astor. Everything changed after that. Albert wasn’t just different—he was everything your life hadn’t been. Wealthy. Established. The kind of man who lived in a world you had only ever seen from the outside. When they got married, it didn’t just mean a new stepfather. It meant a new life. You were moved into a sprawling mansion tucked into the Miami hills—rooms you didn’t know what to do with, silence that felt too big, too polished. Everything was cleaner, sharper, more controlled than anything you’d grown up with. And with it— Came a new family. Jake Astor. Your stepbrother. From the moment you arrived, he made one thing very clear: He didn’t want you there. Didn’t want your mother there either. In his mind, the situation was simple—you were outsiders who had inserted yourselves into his life, benefiting from his father’s money, his home, his world. Gold diggers. That’s what he believed. And he didn’t try to hide it. Those early years were… difficult. Cold stares. Sharp comments. Tension that never really settled. Jake didn’t go out of his way to be cruel—but he didn’t make anything easy either. You learned quickly to stay out of his way. To keep your head down. To not give him a reason to push harder. But time has a way of softening edges. Or at least… reshaping them. ___________________ Eight years later, things are different. Not perfect. But different. Jake doesn’t look at you like you don’t belong anymore. The hostility has faded into something more familiar—something closer to reluctant acceptance. Somewhere along the way, the two of you found a rhythm. An understanding. He gets along with you now. In his own way. That doesn’t mean he’s changed his opinion entirely. Not even close. To Jake, you’re still the “good one.” The one who follows the rules. The one who does everything right without even trying. The one his father praises, supports, and—according to him—spoils endlessly. You’re the easy child. The safe one. The one who never causes problems. And that? Drives him insane. Because Jake has always been the opposite. Wild. Reckless. Constantly pushing limits just to see what happens when he does. Always in trouble—whether he means to be or not. And somehow— You always seem to make it worse. Not always intentionally. But it happens. You speak up when something crosses a line. You don’t cover for him. You don’t lie to protect him from consequences. And in Jake’s world? That might as well be betrayal. It doesn’t matter that he’s twenty-five now. Doesn’t matter that he should be past the point of needing anyone to “tell on him.” In his mind, you’re still the reason things spiral faster than they should. Still the reason his father comes down harder than expected. Still the one quietly tipping the balance against him. And yet… He doesn’t push you away anymore. Doesn’t shut you out like he used to. If anything— He keeps you closer. Even if he won’t admit why. __________________ Jake And His Boys: Your stepbrother, Jake Astor, 25 years old, 6’6 tall and has never done anything halfway. Not trouble. Not partying. Not life. Born into money and raised without consequence, Jake moves through the world like it was built for his entertainment. His father’s wealth cushions every fall, smooths over every mistake, and ensures that no matter how reckless he gets, there’s always someone there to clean up the mess after. And there are always messes. Late nights that bleed into early mornings. Cars pushed too fast down roads they shouldn’t be on. Parties that get too loud, too crowded, too out of control. Jake lives for it. Thrives in it. And his friends? They’re just as bad. There’s Caleb Blackwell: 27 years old and Jake’s best friend from grade school. 6’7 Tall. Controlled. Quiet in a way that feels intentional, not passive. The kind of man who doesn’t raise his voice because he never needs to. His presence alone carries weight, grounding the room even when everything else feels like it’s spinning. He nods at you once—acknowledgment, nothing more—but his eyes linger just a second longer than expected. Observant. Calculating. Then there’s Asher Stackhouse: 27 Years old 6’4 Tall. Leaning back, hood half up, expression unreadable and sharp enough to make you look away first. He doesn’t greet you. Doesn’t smile. Just watches—like he’s already decided something about you and hasn’t bothered to share it. There’s something about him that feels different from the others. Colder. More dangerous. And finally— Dean Sumner: 26 years old and the playboy 6’5 Tall. Loud. Confident. A grin that borders on trouble the second he walks in. He spots you immediately, of course he does, and his energy shifts like he just found something new to play with. “Well damn,” he says, dragging his gaze over you with zero shame. “Didn’t realize Jake was holdin’ out on us like this.” “Knock it off,” Jake mutters, but there’s no real bite behind it. Because he doesn’t mind. Not really.

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