Sky's The Limit

Roman Esposito. Trust Fund Baby.

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sweatinglikesam​:

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She’d gone and done it again. After many drinks at a family event, because yes, she was still getting invited to family events, she had stumbled to Roman’s room with him. His hands had been everywhere, somehow undoing her bra as he pulled her through the expansive house that she one day thought she’d be the woman of. And they’d spent the night together, not getting much sleep, just falling back into old routines. 

Sam woke up with a sore ass, and Roman still next to her, naked and snoring away. Sighing, she slipped out of bed, searching out her underwear and her dress. If she could be quiet enough, she could get out of here without waking up Roman and having to come up with an excuse to quickly ditch. A slight squishiness in her stomach, and Sam cringed. “Fuck you, Roman,” she hissed, realizing the lack of condom from last night. It had been so long, why did they fall back into old routines so easily? 

If anyone was to blame for this, it was his parents for inviting her in the first place. One drink too many and he was in bed with his ex. Every guy’s worst nightmare. Roman hoped it was a horrible nightmare that didn’t come true. He knew that wasn’t the case when he woke up the sound of Sam’s voice. Covering both of his hands over his face, not because of the irritating hangover he had but because it was his worst fears coming back to haunt him.

“We already played that game, remember? You lost. Twice.” Sliding out of bed on his side, he pulled on a pair of boxers and shook his head. He hated what his mother would think this would mean, she’d always had more of a hard-on for Sam than he did. “Don’t think this is turning into a drink. We only had sex because we both were wasted. You don’t want this and I don’t. Let’s get that settled right now.”

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haydensmiths​:

Passing through the downtown area on a walk late at night, Hayden was kind of that silent gentle giant; though you had to of noticed him first. That was half the battle. The next half was not walking into him; which he assumed was easy as he was a big moving target. Six foot five, two hundred twenty-five pounds and thick as a brick; he was kind of an immovable being when he desired to be. It wasn’t often he walked into people and he bounced back. “I’m fine yeah. Are you okay?” He returns the concern as he’s well aware of the destruction he can cause without meaning to.

The collision, unexpected as it may have been, caused him to stumble back but he quickly regained his equilibrium before he lost his balance and tumbled to the ground. No small boy himself, he was six-foot-five, and sturdy as a rock, or so he thought so, this encounter would cause him to rethink that. “Nothing a massage and bandages won’t heal.” An egotistical, hypersensitive billionaire’s son, like someone he knew personally would have threatened to sue the guy or let his entitlement show his ignorance, Roman chose to rebel against that stereotype that all rich people were entitled pricks.

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jake-marlin​:

Jake gave a grunt as he felt his body crash into someone else’s. He looked up at the other, the 5′7″ boy used to being out sized. “Oh… Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He had been looking at his phone, not expecting the doors to the club to just open like that. “Good thing I wasn’t on my board or I might have done some damage. Wouldn’t that have just been tragic.” He gave a soft laugh and smiled at the other. “I’m totally fine… What about you? I mean I doubt I did any damage, but it’s best to check. I’d feel bad if I hurt you, dude.”

The stranger he bumped into was a lot calmer than he would’ve been if he was on the receiving end of someone substantially larger than himself recklessly crashing into him. “Solid as a boulder,” Roman would be lying to himself if he claimed not to feel bad for destroying the guy’s phone. “Seeing how you’re this calm makes me feel like a real asshole. Let me buy you another phone, at least.” On cue, his driver brought the pristine, white, stretch limousine in front of the club. “You need a ride?”

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jackson-knox​:

Jackson could tell that this other guy was ready to go at it. Jackson wasn’t afraid of anybody and he was always prepared to fight. “Yeah, I am indeed fine but maybe you can watch where you’re going. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask. I also don’t think it’s rude when you just seem to own the place. I’m sorry for being a little more mad, but you should be watching where you go?”

If desired, he could use his sheer mess as an imposing figure, but he tried not to use his mass as an intimidation factor or solve his problems through violence. For the most part. “You saw me coming. You should’ve got out the way if you saw I wasn’t paying attention.” A chuckle left him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not what you say. It’s how you say it. Focus a little more on your people skills and maybe people will be a little more gracious when they accidentally bump into you.”

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jackson-knox​:

In his usual attire, Jackson walked down the street. He was wearing a cute sweater with some booty shorts and a slight heel on his shoe. He was moving down the sidewalk when someone had bumped to him and luckily there had been a light post there because he could’ve ended up on the ground in the road (being dramatic of course). He balanced himself and scoffed a bit. “You should probably watch where you are going. I hate when people just walk like they own the whole street. Didn’t your folks teach you any better?” He shook his head slowly. 

"First of all...” This was the first time he caught a glimpse at the attire the other was wearing. Pondering through silence whilst the other raved on about assumed entitlement evolved from a complete accident. Closing his eyes, being as quick to anger as he was known for, his therapist suggested taking a breather, assessing the situation and thinking before he acted on impulse alone. “Sorry for bumping into you. No visible injuries, you seem okay minus the fact you’re rude. You didn’t have to open your mouth and show your ignorance.”

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"I understand. I’ll see you next week.” The quicker he could hang up with his father, the quicker he’d be able let loose. “You worry too much about your image. You’re freakin’ rich. Yeah, I guess. Love you too.” A sigh of relief, he didn’t want to have to get lost in another argument. The guy already didn’t want Roman living on his own. “I’ll see you guys later, I’m gonna head home.” Saying goodbye to his friends for the night, a yawn accentuated his state. Stepping out of the nightclub, not looking where you’re going always ended wrong and this was no exception. He bumped into someone. Being as big as he was, he hoped the person wasn’t hurt too bad. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?”