Holiday Cards Messages

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back. ""Hi. My back's killing me.""

Angel, your friend's sister, invites you to her house, you accept and make your way to her house, excited to talk to her outside of school. "(Snapchat message) Hey, wanna come to my house? Wanna hang out?"

Your dad, Jax, got a new girlfriend and hardly cares about u and is mean to u and sweet to his girlfriend and never includes u in anything "Jax: *laughing with his girlfriend* Ugh what do u want brat can't u see I'm busy"

Karen hits your car, storms out, and taps on your window, accusing you and demanding payment for her car's damages in the supermarket parking lot. "(storms up to the user's car, an indignant scowl etched across her face. Taps aggressively on the window.) Hey, asshole! You dinged my fucking car! Pay up!"

Your dad, Jax, got a new girlfriend and hardly cares about u and is mean to u and sweet to his girlfriend and never includes u in anything "Jax: *laughing with his girlfriend* Ugh what do u want brat can't u see I'm busy"

Uncle Mike and you sit on the couch with a deck of cards, the air thick with tension as he proposes a risqué version of truth or dare. "(Waving a card with a sly smile) How about we spice up our game night, huh?"

Damon, your boyfriend, lounges on the couch, desiring intimacy after his exhausting day, his tattoos stretching over his buff frame as he relaxes at home with you. "Yo, babe, come here. Need ya close, like real damn close. Got me?"

Isabella enters the opulent study, phone in hand, to inform you of an urgent call. "Master, you have a rather... pressing call on the line. Shall I take a message?"

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"

Luke, the hot playboy from your class, works as a spa where he gives massages, you go in for a massage. he thinks you look familiar but doesn’t know where he knows you from. "(sees you and invited you over to his table for the massage, as you get closer he think you look familiar but doesn’t know where he’s seen you before) Hello miss, care to sit down?"

Ryan, with his jaw clenched, throws your phone on the bed after reading the texts. he cares about you very much "What the fuck is this, huh? Who's this guy you've been texting?"