Alycia Camila Acosta
thirties, flirty, & thriving
Ocean Colony resident of HMB, CA.
business exec at The Acosta Group.
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current residence. Ocean Colony, Half Moon Bay, CA
occupation. Business Executive at The Acosta Group
religion. atheist
tattoos. 11
piercings. 6
marital status. married to Andrew Hayes | @drewhayes.
sexual preference. bisexual
family. Manny Acosta (father), Amy Acosta (mother), Michael Acosta (brother)
children. none
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MINI ABOUT.
Alycia Camila Acosta, prefers to be called “Aly”.
born in SoCal to Manny and Amy Acosta.
older brother, Michael, passed away in 2015.
married at 18 to her highschool sweetheart, Andrew, so she could inherit her trust fund early. By sophomore year of undergrad she was cheating on him, but they didn’t divorce because their families had “a public image” to uphold.
attended undergrad at Berkley, then earned her MBA from UCLA.
for years, Aly publicly cheated on her husband with LA celebs and wound up on TMZ a few too many times for her conservative father.
When Manny Acosta began work in politics he forced Aly to move to Half Moon Bay where her legal husband lived, hoping Andrew could get a hold on Aly, but she isn’t the kind of woman any man could tame.
TIMELINE.
1923 - The Acosta Group is founded in Los Angeles, California.
March 21st,1992 - Alycia Acosta is born in Beverly Hills, California.
September 2006 - Aly starts highschool and meets Andrew Hayes. They quickly start dating.
March 2008 - Aly finds out she’s pregnant. After convincing from her boyfriend, influenced by their parents, Aly has an abortion.
March 2010 - Aly marries her highschool sweetheart, Andrew, and fast tracks her half a billion dollar inheritance.
May 2010 - Aly graduates from highschool.
September 2010 - Aly starts undergrad at Berkley.
Spring 2012 - Aly starts having an affair with one of her college professors. She continues to cheat on her husband with varying different people after this incident.
May 2014 - Aly graduates from Berkley
September 2014 - Aly starters her MBA at UCLA.
June 2015 - Aly’s older brother Michael dies during an accident involving drugs and alcohol with a friend of the family’s, @tateatkinson.
Fall 2015 - Aly struggles with the loss of her older brother, her erratic behavior picks up.
May 2016 - Aly manages to graduate with her MBA and starts work as a managing director for the Acosta Group.
Summer 2016 thru Winter 2020 - Work takes Aly all over the world. She lives abroad for months at a time, leaving a trail of lovers and chaos in her wake.
January 2021 - Manny Acosta announces his interest in politics. Aly’s presence is requested back home in California to support her father on the campaign trail with her legal husband in tow. The ridiculous expectations of a perfect, public image drove Aly to act out. She starts seeings local LA celebs, despite still being married, and finds herself a regular on TMZ. Her father and her husband do their best to coverup her indiscretions.
November 2022 - Aly’s father, Manny Acosta, is elected as a California congressman in the United States House of Representatives.
Late December 2022 - To protect his public reputation, Manny demands Aly end her illicit affairs and forces her to move to NoCal with her husband.
January 2023 - Aly and Andrew move into Andrew’s family home in the Ocean Colony neighborhood of Half Moon Bay, California.
HEADCANONS.
The Acosta Group is a conglomerate with a portfolio that ranges from real estate to tech.
Drew: You wouldn’t dare put those photos out on blast.I know you better than that.
Drew: We don’t do anything fun ever anymore so…. Nit together at least.
Drew: Certainly a way to get me to stop trying to fun you like a rabbit. You are going to sit there and tell ne you haven’t noticed his eyes? Oh okay, but fine. No game nights for us but his wife won’t want to hang with you if you aren’t nice to her husband. We arent in LA anymore baby.
Drew: Yeah didnt think you would give it a chance to show you what it still can do. That is fine, I have a fleshlight here that works just as well and doesn’t insult me afterwards 🤷♂️
Drew: Well I’m not asking. I’m telling. My face is all natural for purposes outside the home. I don’t need that rumor going around.
Drew: No I know you and I know you wouldn’t be into any of it. I just hoped you would have a few drinks around a cook out and pretend you didn’t hate me and fun couple things so we could have couple friends again.
Drew: Ew, Don’t ever shave your head and what is so wrong with Nickleback??? Chad was great in concert.
Drew: Lale is beautiful but Ben is good looking too. I wasn’t asking you to swing 🙄 🙄 Just saying he could be your type our build is a lot alike.. he does have prettier eyes though than me..
Drew: Don’t do that to me Aly… Don’t get my hopes all up.
Aly: The audacity you possess as a man of whom I possess a multitude of career ending photos is astounding. The botox is the least of your skeletons, baby.
Aly: Now you're just asking for too much.
Aly: Why can't we ever do anything I think is fun?
Drew: We promised never to talk about my botox, aly!
Drew: well i hope you threw the wine in his face after that comment because you sure would me..
Drew: I know that, but I’m usually a good read in character. His wife and him seemed like really lovely people. I had hopes for cook outs and game nights..
Drew: I mean he is handsome and fit.. We kind of resemble each other.
Drew: I also have never once had issues getting up for you. 🙄
Aly: I don't get the vibe he's into that as much as you are.
Aly: You think so?
Aly: That's pathetic.
Aly: It's like you don't know me at all, Andy.
Aly: There's about a million things I'd rather do than have cook outs and game nights with our neighbors in this stupid hell hole you've kidnapped me to, which starts with shaving my head and ends with attending a Nickelback concert.
Drew: The vein is not… nevermind. I have good reason for it to pulsate.
Drew: Why was he feeding you cookies? Didn’t you just go there to pick them up? Was it some ploy to try to fuck you? Drew: Points for him? What the actual fuck Aly. Sorry next time you feel my dick worthy enough to go bear your mouth I’ll be more courteous. I’m surprised you even remember how i act with it there…
Drew: Here I was thinkIng he was some good guy and apparently he’s just trying to fuck my wife. please tell me nothing happened. Jesus christ.
Aly: At the neighbors picking up girl scout cookies and he's actually making you look good.
Aly: Brownie points for never asking me 'how deep do you like it'.
andrew didn't hold this family dinner with his wife to play some sort of game and he had realized maybe that was what this was turning out to be. maybe he should have kept his sweats on instead of leaned more into the game that was happening. it was far too late for that as he had took his seat back across from her at the table. instead he had just took his fork and took a bite of the pasta he had cooked for the both of them. over the last few years it had been far too much game and less real life. the two were married and although drew had ruined a lot of their marriage he was desperate in trying to fix what he could. surely she had to be miserable being in a marriage that had been failing for so long.
as he took a bit his eyes had glanced over to his wife, wondering what was on her mind. she never had issues speaking her mind however it seemed like the times he had desperately wanted her to say something were the moments that she had remained silent and the silence killed him. nothing had made him more nervous and sick than when she had been in the room with him and they suffered through silence.
after one more bite his brow raised when she had simply said speak. it made his skin crawl. her tone had been in such a demanding way that andrew knew if he wanted this conversation to go anywhere then he had to work with her here. sitting his fork down he had swallowed what was in his mouth then opened his mouth to begin the conversation.
"i actually called this dinner tonight so we could talk." his words felt far too formal as if he was holding a meeting with his work staff. he sighed and picked up his wine glass to take a drink then sat it down. "i-" he looked over at him knowing he had desperation in his eyes. he searched for the words to say next. "i wanted to talk with you tonight, well more so listen. i want to fix our marriage. really fix it aly." he confessed. "i know it will never be like it was before. i know i ruined that." he continued, "but i wanted to talk with you and see how you are feeling, see what i am doing wrong in your eyes so i can focusing on fixing this. i love you, al."
Called this dinner nearly elicited a snort from the depths of Aly's chest, but she swallowed it with the food in her mouth. If only not to spew pasta across the dinner table. She loathed even the notion of being called; ordered around. A lifetime spent being manipulated, and now she was free. Minus this ball and chain, which she drug through the dirt, hoping he'd just give up and accept their marriage for what it was. An arrangement between families, an image to project the semblance of normalcy among the world's movers and shakers.
When Drew drank so did Aly. Her glass nearing half empty already, but as he continued to speak she knew she'd need much, much more. "...this shit again..." She spoke under her breathe, maintaining a hard stare at the man across the table from her. When would this end? They'd been here for months now, and still he persisted to bullshit her. It was the same song and dance, every time. He wanted to be better, wanted to fix their marriage, but then he went back to his ways. Ignoring her, shelving her like some prize he'd won, but not this time. Time had fortified her resolve, and Drew could no longer break her.
I love you, Al.
The lurch of her stomach softened her features, and ended Aly's appetite. She dropped her napkin over her plate, pushing it aside so that she could lean forward. Their eyes met, she made sure, her glimmering orbs of emerald and his deep, dark brown. "When will you give up, Andrew? What do I have to say to you for you to believe me? You have betrayed me too many times. I don't trust you." Love, buried beneath an ash heap of hate, was nothing without trust. Faith in Andrew was, once, all Aly had. At least, all she thought she had. Before she knew her worth as a woman, or her fortitude in life and in business. "Dinner, roses, a million I love you's... they'll never take back all the ways you've betrayed me. All the ways you've abandoned me.."
In aim to shake his resolve, to convince him to let go, Aly had revealed her hand. A truth she'd held close to chest for as long as it'd been true. Unheard by him in sound because she never imagined it'd matter. "You stopped supporting me, stopped standing up for me, stopped putting me first... or even second.." Or third, or fourth, or fifth. She wasn't even sure, when the laundry list of things he'd chosen over her grew, endless, over the years.
while reyhan understood the concept behind arranged marriages in order to secure a bigger empire to their families, she also couldn't understand why so many people, especially the women, would subject themselves into remaining in unhappy and unhealthy relationships for the sake of their families. as spoiled as entitled as she was, she had always found it better to prove her worth through other actions. and she had always put herself as her number one priority. it had been like that with her ex, and it would probably, always be like that. and as alycia went on about her own relationship, reyhan could already see the tiny little gears working inside her brain to try and help alycia in her own predicament, because, she too, had gone through that.
"divorce would be my take. it's less messy, and there is also the money that you wouldn't lose with the pre-nup." and knowing the acosta family, she also knew they would have never let alycia marry anyone without signing up a pre-nup deal. "besides, you're far too incredible to be stuck in a relationship with someone you despise." if alycia and reyhan had been closer, she would have probably told the other woman about how much her husband and her didn't get along at all, but, maybe that was an information that was too precious to be shared at the moment. "do you think the divorce is going to affect your father's political career?"
A look danced from her emerald orbs, indistinguishable in meaning as Aly held her feelings close to chest, careful to reveal anything real lest it served a purpose. The details of her marriage's origin remained obscured from public knowledge. It would be unsavory for a politician's daughter to elope, in a foreign country, with her highschool boyfriend. The true tale of a love story, once as genuine as any ever told, was manipulated to suit an agenda. Rather, Andrew was manipulated by her father to field his agenda; the control his unruly daughter in all the ways he'd failed.
Laughter bubbled forth from lips painted the hue of roses. A sound that shook Alycia's lithe frame and sent dark, tendrils cascading from her slender shoulders. "Rey." Her tongue clicked audibly against the roof of her mouth at the mention of her divorce affecting her father's political career. At first, because Reyhan had even thought to suggest such a thing, but second for how ridiculous she found the notion of divorce. Even though she spoke of it, even though she wanted one, only in death would Aly and Drew part.
"There's no prenup. I know — I know," She quickly interjected. "How?" Some semblance of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, dimpling her cheeks. "We were in love once. Madly, deeply, stupidly... in love. We ran away and eloped. Our parents didn't know until it was too late, and then we both refused a postnup because..once... it was real." The volume of her voice dropped at the end, like what she was saying was a secret. "There's this funny thing about hate... it always seems to follow love." And on the topic of Manny Acosta, her head shook. "I hope you don't worry about congressmen Acosta's career. He has it more than handled." The general public thought they were free, thought they had a choice, but Alycia knew. Her father was a mastermind, and the people his puppets.
maybe all of this was a little too now for him to fix anything. if it was then he couldnt blame her. in fact drew may have let the words come out of his mouth that things were her fault.. but he knew in his heart they werent. he had fully accepted the blame of their marriage falling apart to be his own. it was something that he had often struggled with later in life. he was building this perfect life he had once dreamed of but at what cost? the only real thing that had ever been important to him had nearly slipped away.
andrew had no idea what he was even doing here. he was so far out of his element and it was obvious. he couldn't help but feel like a fool when she had just stood and looked at him. he struggled to imagine what she was seeing through her eyes. a pathetic man desperate for his wives attention? or maybe she had thought all of this being one of the mini fake gestures in his daily life. either way drew knew that if aly was willing to make this work, really work, between them that she certainly wasn't going to make any of it easy. as she shouldn't. the man had put her through so much hurt and loneliness he didnt any of this.
just as he was fixing to say something to her he was cut off but her hands moving to touch her dress. surely she wasn't fixing to do what he thought she was? it was too late and his breath quickly hitched in the back of his throat.
it had been far too long since he had gotten to touch her, truly touch her. every muscle in his body tensed when he watched the dress delicately hit the floor. his eyes moved dangerous slow from her heels up her legs. those legs. they could put any man down on their knees. which now took his attention to her knees, even they were perfect as he imagined his tongue slowly trailing over each one of them. then he continued his gaze up to see the lingerie that only accented how beautiful every curve in her body was. it took every inch of his being to not stand up and tangle his large fingers through her hair... but he knew better. he knew how this game played out and he was best served to keep his hands to himself if he wanted to get any REAL progress out of tonight. the man felt like he was practically foaming at the mouth as he took in every inch of her skin. was this what they were doing now?
two could play that game, however drew's fit physique was nothing in comparisons to aly. he just wanted to play whatever game this was at this point. pushing his chair back the man averted his stare back to her eyes now and slowly took off his shirt as if he was trying to be sexy. balling it up he tossed the t shirt where where she had left her dress now forming a little pile of their clothes. his fingers moved to the band of his sweats and he pushed them right down to his ankles kicking them to the side as well before taking his place in his seat. he did his best to hide the smile that was slowly taking over his face. "shall we?" was all he asked as he gestured to the food in front of them.
Someone of a more fluid tongue than she could've written sonnets about the way Drew looked at her. Like the devil bearing witness to the first sin, and with the desperation of one who had wandered the pits of hell for eons, now desperate to drink; even though the water was poison. It was a trap, after all. An attempt to derail whatever nauseating display this was from lasting too long and keeping Aly from the hot bath and bottle of wine she really wanted to spend her night with.
The display that followed came as no surprise. Aly expected a show. When Drew had an agenda he pushed the envelope to make his point, which she thought made him tactile but not a good husband. Rather, the opposite. A truth she wouldn't point out to him as she deemed 'work on the relationship' moot. They were married until death. Drew's desire to enter politics and her father's, already budding career, ensured as much. Love had nothing to do with it. Not anymore.
Although once, what felt like a lifetime ago, Aly very much loved him. From time to time, her eyes still indulged in the rolling hills and carved out valleys of his adonis body as a visual reminder of what was. Though, like the great empire of Rome, all that was left was pretty stone. The light had gone out, long, long ago.
A prompt to begin eating didn't bode well with Aly's incessant need to be rebellious, so she poured herself a glass of wine first. Almost to the rim with a local red, bought from a man tall and handsome in all that ways that reminded Aly she still liked them. It was decent, for NorCal wine, but like everything else here it fell just shy of her standards. A bar Andrew had missed for years now, to the point she almost didn't fault him. A woman with the whole world at her fingertips was a hard one to impress.
"Speak." She commanded, no, demanded in a way that instantly reminded Aly of her father. While I allow it, her tone implied.
