1. ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
-alistair perrish

2. ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ
-none (he hates nicknames)

3. ᴀɢᴇ
-32

4. ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
-male

5. sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ
-straight

6. ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ
-justice joslin

7. ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ
-6'1"

8. ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs
-no piercings, has a tattoo on his right bicep.

9. sᴄᴀʀs
-a long scar running down his spine ending over his waist and a dark scar on his bicep, hidden by his tattoo.

10. ʟɪᴋᴇs
-wine, hard workers, good jazz music, parties, business, playing football and basketball, swimming, skiing, bike riding, dogs, money, beach.

11. ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
-whiny people, flowers, romance movies, listening to boring long stories, talking in the morning, rain, the smell of coffee, people who make him wait, pink color, blonde hair.

12. ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs
-temperamental, impatient, indifferent and uncaring of others' opinions.

13. sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs
-determination, persuasive, straightforward

14. ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ + ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Alistair was born on 16 February in London, England. He is the firstborn of Wilma and Fredrick Perrish. He wasn't born in a rich family. The Perrish weren't always rich. Fredrick Perrish worked hard all his life to take their company to the height it stood on thirty years later. Alistair has two siblings. His twenty eight years old biological sister Zara and twenty six years old adoptive brother, Zayed. Alistair has been closest to his parents all his life. His mother died in a car accident when he was fourteen years old. He started to take on the role his mother had in the family and help his sister live a comfortable life. Fredrick was always busy with work and Alistair never blamed the man for his absence. He was working hard for the company he had set up and Alistair understood the gravity of the situation. His mother's death and often left alone to take care of his younger sister, forced Alistair to grow up faster than others around him. He became very closed off to people his age, barely made any friends. All of his time was spent either studying or taking care of his sister. His father's company was climbing the stairs of success slowly but surely and their lives were changing for the better. Alistair was content with what he had and what their father provided them with. He grew very close to their father during his childhood and looked up to the man. Alistair was eighteen years old and in high school senior year when Frederick brought a twelve years old Zayed home one day to say that he was their brother. Apparently Fredrick had adopted a boy on one of his business trips to Istanbul, Turkey. At first, it was really hard for Alistair to adjust to the new addition to the family. He couldn't look at Zayed and accept him to be his brother. The boy was too young to understand any of it but Alistair didn't like him. He didn't like the fact that Zara was spending her time more with the new brother than him. Alistair is extremely possessive and this affects the way he thinks about people close to him. He wants to keep them protected and he cares about them. He cares about Zara and he didn't trust Zayed with her.

Not until Zayed was eighteen and he was out with Zara to party one of the nights. The two were caught up in a car accident much like the one that took their mother away from them. Alistair had almost lost Zara if it wasn't for Zayed who had saved her at the expense of his arm. Zayed ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and Zara was perfectly fine. When asked, Zayed had answered that he could never let his sister get hurt. He had earned his place in Alistair's heart with that and everything turned out fine afterwards. Alistair was a closed off kid all through high school but college was different. He was going out, meeting people and enjoying college life as he should have. He was on the basketball team and the sport really embraced him. He used it as a means to get rid of his pent up anger and there was a lot of that in him for some reason. Maybe his anger issues stemmed from his childhood, the lack of a mother and someone to mold him to become less rough. As he grew up, so did his anger. Alistair closed himself off again for a year until he met the love of his life in college when he was twenty years old. She was in the same major as him and his only friend for a long while until he was ready to socialise again. He was twenty one years old when he had his first child with his girlfriend, a beautiful baby girl. He was madly in love with her and the baby so he didn't see anything wrong in that. A couple of years later his girlfriend was pregnant again and they had a baby boy together. Alistair married his girlfriend when he was twenty six and moved into his family house in London with her and their kids. Her family didn't approve of your marriage for years and that caused her to cut ties with them. He had always been there for her and his kids. As a father, Alistair had tried to be the best. He loves his children with his whole heart. He joined his father's business right after college and had been working under the man until he passed away when Alistair was twenty eight. He took over the company after that and has been working with his siblings to carry forward his father's dream, to make and sell the world's fastest car.

15. ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ
-Fredrick and Wilma Perrish, parents (deceased)
-Zara Perrish, younger sister (28)
-Zayed Perrish adoptive younger brother (26)
-Carina Faith Perrish, wife (31) (for scenario two only)

-Alina Joy Perrish, daughter (12)
-Alan Jax Perrish, son (9)

16. ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs
"Him? He can't love you. A weak man can't love a strong woman like you. He wouldn't know what to do with you?"

"Good morning? It'll be good when you have me for breakfast."

"I know I'm a handful but that is why you've got two hands."

"This is your best? Are you sure?"

"Get the fućk out of my office."

"I just want you to be happy…and naked."

"I love you and I'll keep telling you everyday until I die. You can believe me or you can be miserable."

"Don't look at my children. I made them, not you."

"Tell me why I shouldn't fućk you by that counter right now?"

"My wife can do it better."

"Cancel the lunch meeting. I'd rather have her for dinner."

"I need to be touched…by you."

"This is ridiculous. Go learn your tables."

"Who hired her?"

"Think before taking my father's name the next time. I might carve your throat out if I don't like it."

"Daddy's home."

"You know why you're pinned against this wall? Because you're a fúcking masterpiece baby."

"I'm pretty sure that I didn't miss my son's soccer game for nothing. Panties off. Now."

"You can leave if you'd like. I just know you'll be back tomorrow…and I'll make sure you'll be on your knees begging before I fućk you again."

17. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
-his mistress Lucy Monroe (26) (for scenario one only)

-he is one of the richest people in the business industry.
-he can play piano well but prefers anyone not finding out about it.
-he cannot stand the sight of any burning objects.
-he can cook three types of cuisines.
-he secretly hates his blue eyes.
-he enjoys taking long walks down the beach.

Scenario one-
(Alistair's age for the scenario: 32,
your oc's age: 31)

Six years. It has been six long years since you've been married to the love of your life, Alistair. You met him in high school for the first time. You were only seventeen and after a couple of years of dating, you got pregnant for the first time when you were only twenty years old. Pregnancy was maybe not the part of your plan but you loved children and you loved Alistair. Soon it was not just you and Alistair living in his lavish vacation house somewhere in the world. It was you, him and your beautiful daughter. Your family might have not approved of your way of life or Alistair but you were madly in love with him, you daughter. It was your little world. You were pregnant again a couple of years later, giving birth to a beautiful baby boy when you were twenty two and Alistair made a million promises to you about how he was going to make you the happiest woman alive. You were the happiest when you got married to him at the age of twenty-five. Your happiness lasted for three years. Three long and beautiful years of a happy family living together in a lovely mansion somewhere in London. It was the night of your fourth wedding anniversary when Alistair didn't come home for the first time and then it continued. He was often away for business trips but you knew when it wasn't business. You had noticed how he looked at Lucy. She was a mere secretary but she was always by Alistair's side ever since she had joined the company. She never looked at you or talked to you. No. She avoided you like plague but you had often seen her playing and talking with your children, Alina and Alan. You thought nothing of it at first until you witnessed her in Alistair's arms one night. It was your fifth wedding anniversary and Lucy was dropping Alistair home. She gave him a hug to say bye and the next thing you witnessed, her lips were touching Alistair's and his arms were wrapped around her waist. You knew then…your husband, Alistair was having an extramarital affair. He had been missing family dinners, your kids' performances and games, birthdays, anniversaries because he was spending time with his mistress. Despite the fact that your heart was completely broken, you didn't say anything to Alistair then. You pretended as if you never saw that and you continued to live for the next year, another marriage anniversary passed without Alistair by your side. You deluded yourself into thinking that Alistair will leave that woman, that it was just temporary and you didn't need to worry about it. At the end of the day, he always came back to you and your kids. It was your son, Alan's ninth birthday and Alistair had missed it again. Alan had been asking about Alistair but you had no answer or excuses which agitated your daughter, Alina even more. She blamed you for her father's absence even if it wasn't your fault. The party had ended long ago and you sat in the living room by the fireplace with a bottle of wine in your hand. The fire crackling was the only sound that filled the air until you heard footsteps. Alistair walked in through the doors and you glanced back at him. He looked tired. His hair was messed up and his jacket was in his hand. He always looked tired after a long day at work though you weren't sure what kind of work it was today. He stopped seeing you in the chair and frowned softly. Your favorite nickname from him echoed through him as soon as your eyes met and he stopped, "You're still awake? It's late my darling." He said, making his way to you. He leaned down, letting his lips meet yours in a formality. The kisses weren't what they used to be like once and you often wondered why. "Wine." He hummed, looking at the bottle in your hand before taking it away. "What's the occasion?" He wondered, dropping his jacket on a couch and sitting down by it before pouring a glass for himself. "I'm so tired. The work's been hectic."

Scenario two-
(Alistair's age for the scenario: 28,
your oc's age: 24-28)

It was your dream to work hard and get the job of your dreams at one of the leading companies in car manufacturers. You achieved that dream when one day you received a call from the Perrish & Sons Co. after an interview. Fredrick Perrish appointed you as his personal secretary and your life took a turn for the best. You were learning all about the business by the old man. Your company was on the top of its game and you were by the side of the man who started it all. He treated you like his own daughter and maybe you were closer to him than his real daughter. Two years passed and you were the best at your job. However Fredrick was old and secretly sick. The news of his terminal illness was a shock to you when you first heard about it. He had only a few months to live. That was when he introduced you to Alistair. Fredrick didn't want you jobless or work under someone who didn't care about you and he trusted his son far better. Alistair was strict, impatient and uncaring. He didn't hesitate when it came to correcting you, often embarrassing you in the public. You couldn't read him, couldn't tell what he wanted or why he reacted to certain things the way he did sometimes like that one time he had yelled at you in a room full of board of directors and kicked you out of the meeting just because you didn't get the profit for your rival company right. In your defense, 80.236% can also be called 80.24%. You weren't wrong, just not precise and Alistair didn't hesitate to call you out for it. The one time when he had made you stand outside his office because you forgot why you were in there for a moment. You were convinced that Alistair hated you. Your life had become a héll in the Perrish & Sons Co. Then one day Fredrick Perrish passed away. The funeral was heartbreaking and you had seen Alistair with his family there. Alina and Alan, his daughter and son and Carina, his beautiful wife. Everyone was there to comfort him but his tears hadn't stopped. Everyone left at one point and the dark took over. You were at the office preparing for a meeting tomorrow because Alistair had told you to do so amidst all that was going on. He was set to take over the company tomorrow and you were going to be by his side. You were preparing for a grand party the same evening and you wanted everything to be perfect. After all, the business world wasn't going to stop because of Fredrick's death and you couldn't let the company's rival see how broken Alistair was. They'd have seen it as the company's weakness and acted like vultures to rip it apart. The dark office reminded you of Fredrick. He always used to sit by a lamp and work alone, letting you make sure that no one disturbed him. You were working on the guest list for tomorrow's party when the door opened and you looked up from the computer screen. You saw Alistair step in through those doors. He looked like a mess and it was understandable. "Mr. Perrish, I've been preparing for tomorrow. Everything is on track." You updated him but it seemed like he was not listening to you. He walked towards you, dropping his jacket to the floor as he neared you. The next words were caught in your throat when he moved you from the chair to lean against the desk. His lips met you without any warning and his eyes shut close in relief as he kissed you. He didn't plan on pulling away, not until he needed air and when he did, the next words that left him probably shocked you to your core, "I need you." He said, looking into your eyes. Was he drunk? He didn't look drunk. He looked perfectly fine if it wasn't for his bloodshot eyes but you knew that was from crying all through the funeral and probably after. "Please." He pleaded. You couldn't decide what had taken over you. Lust? Sympathy? You ended up fúcking with your boss in his office, every surface in there was blessed by your butt and your moans mingled with his in a night filled with pure pleasure. You woke up in bed in the morning. Your six am alarm was ringing loudly and you had a breakfast meeting at seven. You looked around realising it was Alistair's bedroom in his office. You turned to your side to find him sitting so very naked on the couch by the glass wall that gave the view of London's skyline, drinking whisky. He turned his head to you after a moment, "Would you mind turning that alarm off?" He said followed by your last name. He gulped down the last of the glass' content and set it down. "My head fucking hurts." He muttered under his breath. "What is my schedule for the day?" He stretched one of his arms and a groan left him. It wasn't something new. You knew his arm was hurting and it wasn't because of the intense, spontaneous fúcking session. He had been in an accident during the testing of one of the new sports cars and his shoulder had been healing. You thought he was fine because you never even saw him sigh because of it but taking a look at his shoulder, you didn't know. "We need coffee first. Breakfast." He stood up from his place and walked towards the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked you as he sat down beside you, reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.