For a Million Summers; til the World Explodes.

Hunter Cartwright. 46. Owner and operator of the best television station in the great state of Florida. Husband, father.

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Emily raised a brow, laughing quietly. “You are? Well, I’m glad I have your approval, then.” She quipped, flicking a few strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes. “I guess you could say I’m naughty, then. I always have been.” Her tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip as she looked at him hungrily.

“Now you’ve got me curious… what’s going on in your mind, hm? I’m just dying to know.” She replied huskily, picking up her drink when it was placed in front of her. “Cheers! Though, if I’m being honest, I don’t think we’re going to be simply friends…” The blonde added, raising her glass in return. “How about we go somewhere a little more private? That booth at the back there looks rather cosy.”

“You have more than just my approval, babe, you have my attention.” He smirked, winking playfully. “Hmm, well, consider me intrigued. My curiosity is peaked.” He mused, eyeing her lips before glancing back up and catching her eye contact. “I think I’d rather show you, much more fun than telling all of the dirty things I’d like to do to you.” He flirted, eyeing her frame much more slowly this time.

“Glad you and I are on the same page about that, then.” He agreed lowly, his voice only loud enough for her to hear. “Oh, is this not private enough for you?” He asked with a grin, chuckling before nodding. “Sounds good to me.” He agreed, making his way back to the bar with her and sat down in the corner booth. Once she had joined him, his hand snaked its way to her upper thigh, gazing it slightly with the pads of his fingers. “So, your husband doesn’t know you’re here, hm?”

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Emily could feel Hunter’s eyes all over her, which made her internally praise herself for wearing her most tight-fitting dress that evening, knowing he’d appreciate it. She enjoyed playing this game, it was thrilling, it kept things fresh between them, and they were always spicing things up in the bedroom. It kept their relationship strong, and even after all those years, they were still as passionate as ever.

As he took her hand in his own, she smiled, giving a gentle squeeze to the calloused skin. “I am? Well, thank you, but I bet you say that to all the leggy blondes that come in here.” She teased, a chuckle escaping her lips. “The pleasure’s all mine, Hunter.” At his question, she shrugged. “I was out with some friends, they left and now I’m out all alone while my husband’s at home. I guess you could say I’m looking for some fun.”

Hunter smirked, chuckling. “Only the leggy blonds that catch my attention; and I’m very picky.” He explained to her, taking a sip of his drink as he let go of her hand. “Oh, sounds like quite a situation you’re in now. All alone while your husband is at home? How naughty of you to be looking for fun without him.” He teased, knowing full well her husband was standing in front of him.

“My wife is at home, too, with the kids. But she doesn’t know what’s going through my mind about the woman in front of me, nor does she have to.” He flirted as the bartender brought them over their drinks. He slid hers over to her and raised his glass, “Cheers, to new friends and bad decisions.”

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Emily’s day had been busy, she’d spent the day filming for her next episode of her talk show. She’d planned to spend the evening with a friend, though, their plans quickly changed when their babysitter called in sick, which meant they had to postpone until the next week. She didn’t mind at all. Kids came first, and in a way, it made her relieved that she didn’t really have to deal with babysitters anymore, considering her children were now teenagers.

Stepping into her usual bar, she spotted a very familiar face at the bar, causing her lips to curve into a smirk. Her husband. She sauntered over to her man, leaning up against the counter right next to him. “You are? Well, I’m glad to be here then.” She began, eyeing him up and down, appreciating the sight in front of her. “Dirty martini, please.” At that, she slid onto the seat next to him. “I don’t think we’ve met. Emily.” She teased as she held out her hand, deciding that playing it coy could be a little fun.

Peering over at the familiar voice, he almost exclaimed in delight upon seeing her, but kept his cool considering they were in public. He had texted her that he was off to the bar to let her know where he’d be, but didn’t expect her to show up. He couldn’t help but run his eyes over her frame, taking in every inch of her figure. Even after being married for nearly two decades, he found her just as attractive as he did the first day they met--and even more so. Hunter cocked a brow, eyes narrowing in on her as she spoke. He knew this little game. It was one they played often; pretending not to know each other and meeting all over again, and he was happy to play it with her whenever she requested it.

He turned his stool to face her slightly, extending his hand out to meet hers and gripping it delicately, his long digits wrapping around her porcelain hand. “I don’t think we have either.” The man agreed before adding, “Which is surprising considering I try to know as many beautiful woman as possible and you happen to be the best looking one I’ve ever seen. Don’t know how we’ve never met before. Hunter Cartwright.” He explained flirtatiously. “It’s a pleasure, Emily.” He signalled over for the bartender, ordering them both double dirty martinis before returning his attention back to her. “So, what’s a pretty woman like you doing out here all alone?”

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After a long day of work–meetings, emails, and the like–nothing sounded quite as good to Hunter as a stiff drink. Or two. Luckily, the city was crawling with nice bars, pubs, and restaurants to choose from. His wife was out with friends and he wasn’t much in the mood for sitting at home alone after being at work all day. He was looking to socialize and have some good conversation before heading home.

Arriving at a nice bar in town, he walked straight up to the bar and ordered himself a whiskey before leaning over to the person next to him. “I’m feeling generous tonight,” He began, a smile gracing his features. “I’d like to buy your next round. What’s your poison?” He asked.

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Hunter -- Intro

⊰ ERIC, 24, CENTRAL, HE/HIM  ⊱ hey, guess who i just saw at ELMERTON TELEVISION STATION? Hunter Cartwright! don’t they look good for 46 years old? they have lived here for ALL THEIR LIFE and ARE the OWNER of ELMERTON TELEVISION STATION. they view the increase in tourism as POSITIVE andLIKE the retirees who moved here. a pinterest board of them would include CUSTOM SUITS, VINYL RECORDS, EXPENSIVE CARS, WHISKEY, LUXURY VACATIONS. ⊰ JON HAMM, MALE, HE/HIM ⊱ 

Hunter Cartwright has lived in town his whole life, born to a lawyer and elementary school principal, the silver spoon has always dangled close to his mouth. Though, his parents never let him get too spoiled or conceited, a wave of his hand and he got anything he liked from the time he was old enough to ask for it.

Creative from a young age, he worked in commercials and television, even having a recurring role in Days of our Lives. Though, it didn’t fulfill him in the way he expected it would and found himself more creatively charged behind the camera.

He went to school for broadcasting and aced all his classes. When he graduated, he was offered a great position at Elmerton Television Station and worked his way up to manage it until he bought it over ten years ago and ran it better and more efficient than ever before.

He met his wife while she was working as she was assigned to him for a tour on her first day and they hit it off immediately.

He had never had a serious relationship before her but immediately knew she was the one and they are still in love to this day.

The couple has two children, a 14-year-old son and a 12-year-old daughter.

(More will be added when I’m not tired; pls hit me up for plots)