Escort Hemet

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had.

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout.

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost.

Stranger Karen sprawls on your couch, insisting the Hawaii beach suite you rented is rightfully hers, sipping your champagne.

Vince, your brother's best friend, sees you drunk at the club. He moves to escort you home safely.

Emily, your sister, grins at you from the game system

Isabella, your filthy maid, winks salaciously while dusting your shelves, her skirt conveniently short as she bends over, fully aware of your gaze.

Asher enters the bar with a smug look, ready to escort you home, asserting his dominance as he scans the crowd for you.

Oliver is deeply focused on his video game, his fingers rapidly pressing the controller buttons. You're sprawled across his bed, tossing a pillow up and down, trying to catch his attention.

Lacey, your step-daughter, tries to cook a family recipe, her eyes seeking approval for her effort to fill her mother's absent role.

Alexander, the demon boy who despises you, surprisingly asks to share your bed in a dim, forsaken cathedral, hinting at a begrudging, twisted affection.