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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

it'll never be enough


Posted on July 06, 2018 by Taylor Dixon
Residences


He felt that Adelaide could belong anywhere she set her mind to. He was a small town boy. No matter where he went, that was where he was most comfortable. Sure, he wanted to see the world but he would always find himself coming back to a small town. He was like a wild mustang, too used to the freedom of the prairies to ever truly be happy enclosed in a paddock or arena. He would never truly thrive in a city, though he would do anything to make Adelaide happy. He loved everything about her, from her spirit to her tender soul. She could go from firey and rebellious to motherly and good natured in a heartbeat and it kept him on his toes. He couldn't see her ever being happily married to a man such as the kind her father hand picked for her. They would try to break her, make her settle. He could never imagine her giving in. Her will was too strong, too unbreakable and he loved that about her.

If she ever were to ask him to go with her back to Paris, he would say yes in a heartbeat, not because he was eager to see the city, but just to stay closer to her instead of imagining the distance between them should she go without him. Nothing else would matter beyond her company. He wouldn't care what her parents thought of him, though he might make a decent effort to please her father the same way he pushed to gain Townsend's approval. But he wouldn't take it to heart when her father continued to tell him to leave. He would be gentle toward her mother, seeing his own mother's face when he looked at her. He would be the perfect gentleman, holding chairs and doors and maybe he'd even dress a little more to fit the company, if only to make her parents feel a little more comfortable around him. But if Adelaide asked him not to change anything, then he would always give into her will above anyone else's.

When it came to his own hometown and parents, he wouldn't be in any hurry to show that to her just as she wasn't in a hurry to bring him back to Paris. He knew without a doubt that his mother would love her. She would praddle over her as motherly as she was to Kari when she came to visit. His father, he was sure, would approve of her, but not because of who she was and what she meant to him. No, he would only see dollar signs when he knew of her family's wealth and status. He would want in on it, push Taylor to marry her, to bring their families together. His father only ever thought of himself and how someone could help his own status. Taylor didn't want to ever put Adelaide in a position like that. He knew she could hold her own and he had no doubt that if his father were ever to say something she disapproved of, she would tell him what she thought in a minute. And while his mother would get silent and there would be a tension in the air, he was sure he would see a secret smile of amusement behind his mother's hand for the fire in the woman who held Taylor's heart.

But his hometown was still dangerous as long as people like Doug knew he had lived there. He only checked in with his mother as much as he did to make sure they were okay and that the loan shark hadn't set them in his sights to get Taylor back in town. So far, so good. Even Tommy was a target as far as Taylor was concerned, but he didn't want to contact him cause he knew Tommy would ask about the money for the back rent. He had mailed out the check already so he just had to wait for Tommy to cash it so he knew that debt at least was paid.

He loved how perfectly she fit in his arms. It felt so natural to hold her, so right. Maybe he wasn't a millionaire or owned his own business or made six figures a year but she loved him anyway and he'd learned to accept that. She was the fire to quench his own flames. She was a handful and he loved every minute of it. He couldn't wait for the days to come with her in his company. She laughed and said she didn't remember that being listed in the contract he signed. His eyes darkened at the memory of that night she spoke of, since he'd never forget any part of it. His brow rose. "I don't remember signing anything. Did you roofie me?" His lips tugged up in the corners, eyes twinkling with mischief. Then she started slowly removing clothing and it was all he could do not to drop what he was doing right then and take her to the bedroom. He wanted to make this night and every night memorable for her, perfect. And what better than a pillow fort?

His gaze danced across her smooth milky skin. He knew it'd feel like silk when he finally touched it but he held back, enjoying the suspense as good as any horror movie. But this was so much better because only good things waited in the future. He was sure of it. She could see what she was doing to him. The signs were obvious, but he didn't care. He didn't hide any of it, not from her. He enjoyed giving her that power, letting her know just how much he wanted her. She giggled, asking if there was anything else she could do. He licked his lips slowly. "Oh, I can think of a few things. But we'd better finish this fort first or it'll never get started." When he came back with the pillows and blankets, she had removed yet even more clothing. He groaned in pleasure even as his gaze skirted over her naughty lingerie. She was a goddess and a demon all in one, hell bent on his destruction. She raised a brow teasingly before moving closer and it was all too natural for him to reach out and place his hand on her hip. Her skin did indeed feel like silk. He let his fingers trace small circles on her skin as his hand rested there, savoring the touch.

He let her remove his shirt, seeing no point in fighting it anyway. He was ready to be without clothes just as much as he was ready to remove the rest of hers. His jaw clenched in disagreement when she slipped the shirt over her own head. But while it was with a heavy heart that she put more clothing back on to cover her beautiful body, he couldn't help but enjoy the look of his shirt on her body. If anything, it only turned him on more. She said that she wanted to see him shirtless again. He chuckled. "You're insatiable, sweetheart. If it satisfies you, I'd never put on a shirt again. Not even when I come in for breakfast." He smirked, already picturing the scene in his head. More specifically, the look on Townsend's face. And he was sure there would be plenty of words to go along with it. But they had to get back to business. They moved to the loveseat and he gave her instructions on where things should go. She teased him and he made an "mm" noise.

"Boss? I like the sound of that. What shall I call you?" His eyes glittered teasingly right back at her as they started to move the furniture as he'd envisioned. He looked up as she told him it was sexy, the way he was talking and he chuckled. "I have many persona's, darling. You just need to get to know me better and I'll be happy to introduce you to each and every one." He said with a sly wink. She was diligent in going from one piece of furniture to the next and it took them no time at all to get everything moved as he had imagined. He threw her the big quilt. "Now we drape this between the loveseat and the couch and stack the pillows as needed for supports where it's got gaps or is falling down." He helped her do that then stepped back to survey their work. He dusted his hands off like he'd just gotten done moving a bunch of plywood. "Couldn't have done it better myself. Do the honors?" He smiled, waving his hand toward the entrance of the fort for her to climb in first. His eyes got a wicked gleam in them, knowing they were that much closer to the end goal.



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