"Take this," Bella said, handing him a black suit. "It’ll make you look older. Black is always the best choice. The last thing I want is people asking questions about your age." She paused, then added, "Uhm… how old are you, anyway?""Twenty-five," Draven replied with a smirk. "What about you, Mommy?"Bella’s eyes narrowed. "Don’t call me that. First of all, I am not your mother. And second, I’m still very young. I’m only thirty-one."Draven gave her a look that clearly said “duh, you’re still older”."Go shower and get dressed," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "I didn’t book this hotel so you could stand here taunting me about my age.""Whatever you want… Mommy," he teased, dragging the word out playfully.Bella raised her hand. "I won’t warn you again. I will slap you."Draven ducked with a laugh. "Sorry," he said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. Still highly amused, he strolled into the bathroom.Draven’s phone buzzed. He quickly picked up, speaking quietly so Bella wouldn’t ov
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