บททั้งหมดของ Age Is Just A Number : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The house grew quiet much later than I expected. Everyone had gone to their rooms, I should be in my rooms too but I need this pool, i slip into my bikini and turned on the music, rhythmic beats that filled the warm night air without being too loud. I floated on my back for a while, letting the cool water relax my body while my mind replayed every little reaction Vincent had given me during dinner. The way his shoulder had brushed mine. The faint blush. The way his voice dropped when he warned me about the soundproofing. A soft smile played on my lips. He was fighting it. But I could feel him cracking. I didn’t hear the door open. The first sign was the subtle shift in the air — a presence that made the tiny hairs on my arms stand up. I turned in the water just in time to see Vincent stepping onto the pool deck, still fully dressed in a simple black shirt and pants, his eyes locked on me. My pulse jumped. I quickly straightened up, water dripping from my shoulders. “Vincent…

Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains when I woke up. The first thing I felt was his warmth, strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me back against a solid chest. Vincent’s breath was slow and even against the back of my neck, his body spooned perfectly behind mine. I blinked, heart jumping into my throat, not my room and bed... his room? The Memories from last night flooded back immediately in the pool, his mouth on me, the way he’d taken me from behind with his hand around my neck, the way I’d nearly screamed loud enough for the whole house to hear. My thighs still ached deliciously, a reminder of how thoroughly he’d claimed me. Ahhh... It's fine but why am I still here? I tried to sit up quickly, but his arm tightened around my waist, holding me in place. “Vincent…” I whispered urgently, glancing toward the door. “What if someone walks in? What if they catch us like this?” He stirred behind me, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to my bare shoulder. His voi

I frowned and turned in confusion. “What are you...” My sentence cut off when I noticed movement behind him. Vincent appeared, his expression already dark, disappointment etched clearly across his face as his eyes moved between Laurence and me. The look alone made my chest tighten painfully. I immediately turned back to Laurence, glaring at him. “Are you for real?” But instead of backing down, he only smiled… wickedly. “Not what it looks like…” he said. So he believed him? My stomach sank. “No!” I rushed out immediately, panic rising in my chest. “That’s not true!!” I took a step forward, trying to explain, but the way Laurence had phrased everything… it looked like something else entirely. Vincent’s eyes didn’t leave me. “Do you know him before?” he asked. Laurence answered before I could. “Of course, she used to be my senior.” Without another word, Laurence turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd, leaving me standing there with a knot forming painfully in my ch

The taxi stopped and came to a stop in front of a massive gate. I stepped out, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, and the moment my eyes lifted properly… I froze. A huge villa stood beyond the gate, so tall and elegant. The kind of place that didn’t just look like wealth… it felt like it. My lips parted slightly as I stared, taking in the structure, the landscaping, the quiet authority the entire place carried. For a second, I just stood there, completely stunned. So this is where he lives… I exhaled slowly, shaking my head faintly as realisation hit me. “No wonder he’s arrogant…” I muttered. “Living in a place like this…” A deep sigh escaped my lips as I gathered myself, then I walked up to the gate and knocked. A moment later, a voice came from inside. “Who are you, and what are you looking for?” I straightened slightly, clearing my throat. “I’m his…” I paused for a brief second, my confidence wavering just a little. Then I forced the words out. “…girlfriend. Let me in. I won

I woke up with a sudden soft moan slipping out of my lips as something warm pressed against my neck. “Huh?” I yawned and opened my eyes. “Vincent?” I whispered, but the words turned into a surprised gasp. The man had already undressed me. My nightdress was gone, the blanket pushed down to my waist, and his body was covering mine, one strong hand gently holding my hip while his mouth moved slowly along the curve of my neck. His lips were warm, deliberate, trailing soft kisses that sent little shivers through me before I could even fully wake up. I blinked, still half in the haze of sleep as I felt him already inside me. He was moving slowly, deeply, each thrust measured and unhurried, filling me completely. The stretch was there, warm and insistent, making my body respond before my mind could catch up. A soft, involuntary sound escaped me again as he pressed in deeper, his hips rolling against mine in a gentle rhythm that made my toes curl under the sheets. “Vincent…” I breathed