Novel & Cerita Act Your Age Eve Brown

The whole room was buzzing and clicking with the sound of camera shutters as Ava walked into the interview room with her four bodyguards behind her. As soon as she entered, everywhere became silent as everyone struggled to get a glimpse of the rare beauty that just entered. Ava Brown,the twenty four year old daughter of Steven Brown was the one who walked into the interview room with her usual proud look on her face. Her father Steven Brown was the owner of the world biggest automobile industry, OB holdings and she was the young heiress to that large conglomerate.

“Well, I’d say you have a daddy complex, or he’s just a douche who doesn’t know how to please a real woman, but going from twenty-two to eighteen isn’t that big a leap.” “Well, aren’t you sweet?” I couldn’t control the scoffing laugh at him calling me twenty-something. “But ‘douche’ seems to be the general consensus.” “I was trying to give you a bit of credit due to the poor lighting, but sorry, hun, you don’t look a day over twenty. It’s not so big of a stretch.” “Brownie for you, good sir,” I smiled even wider, feeling my cheeks flush. Had it really been this long since I smiled so much?

Vicky's sudden promotion to his new job, mere months after completing his internship, was still sinking in. Sitting beside Mrs Brown, a woman in her thirties, while he was still in his twenties, made the moment even more surreal. Mrs. Brown was arge woman, embodied a confident and adventurous spirit, defying her age with radiant youthful energy and playful charm.

He replied quite determined. "Your lady you say?" Mr Brown asked in a scornful manner. "The thing..." Bonnie attempted to talk. "Young man, for tonight I will be having your lady to myself, let's act matured people are watching." Now, that's a challenge right there. As far as he's concerned maturity has never been his thing.

He quickly took to his heels and ran out of the scene. I lifted my gaze to my saviour and my eyes met with an older striking figure who seemed to be around George's age as well. He wore a black shirt and trousers. He had a brown chestnut hair. He had brown beards as well and brown eyes as well. He looked rather hot and I guess the name brownie would fit him so well. What was wrong with me? Am I only finding older men hot these days? Well, I literally just acknowledged his awesomeness.

There was something about him, an aura of confident maturity that Vivienne couldn’t help but find oddly familiar and be drawn to. Perhaps it had to do with his age. How old was he? Vivienne had only just celebrated her 21st birthday that year, and this man had to be at least ten years older than she was, maybe more. Cropped brown hair drew attention to stunning hazel green eyes tinted with hues of gold, and the sharpness of his jaw was accentuated by the neatly trimmed beard dotted with specks of grey. The look that he levelled at her from across the table was similarly sharp, and intensely fixated on her in a way that sent frissons of heat sparking over her skin. Vivienne found herself grip

Azaria Brooke I sprang up from my seat like one that had been stung by a scorpion” yes Ma’am! The woman stared at me from above her glasses. As if she wanted to look right through me. I shut my eyes for a second, when I could hear the snickering from the girls around me. Yes I’m that eager. I really need this job. They might knew I was the alpha's mate but I don't think the woman knew. “How old are you?” she narrowed her eyes at me, as if daring me to lie. “I am eighteen ma’am” I said immediately. Well that was not really a lie, or maybe a bit. I was 19 though.

Carla got a date with a woman—she was not happy about that. "And here is Brianna Timberlake, age, 24. Brianna is not single, but if you still want to spend some time with her, then feel free to bid. Bidding for my beautiful friend starts at two thousand." I said. I ran my eyes through the crowd to find Jacky staring at her with mouth wide open. He came with his manager and she was laughing as she watched his face.

Dane swore under his breath, " I don't have time for this!" "Here, let me help you," a woman's voice offered. Dane looked up to see a tall redhead wearing an employee badge over her Burgundy, draped, mock neck, midi sheath dress. The badge read, BAU Special Agent, Sarai Panjuttha. Immediately, Dane noticed her height. She was very tall for a woman, standing at least five feet ten inches. She was slender; almost too thin. Her smile was warm; genuine. She was definitely in a class above his Wednesday pick- me-ups. This woman exuded grace. She was elegant; poised; stunning.

she said and I laughed, "maybe a bit.. so, should I?" She shrugged, "I lost you already so I have nothing to lose.. out with it." "Coz she has a heart.. and she's matured. Forget her age because there's people her age but they are childish as fuck.. she's matured and keep this to yourself, she fucks like a 24 year old...." I said the last part with a wink and my ex smiled, "I have a heart too you know and I'm all grown up now, well as for fucking.. you know that.."