Adriana Rizzo Age Novels & Stories

Armani continued, “as you’re so young.” “I’m n-not y-young,” I argued, and quickly pressed my lips together. It was only when I felt him turning my face that I realised we’d stopped moving, but I was distracted by Armani’s gentle touch, as he gave me a look. “W-Wh… What?” He tilted his head. “You’re not young, are you? You’re the youngest of the Rizzos with Olivia just above you, and she’s twenty-five, Rose.” Something crossed my mind. “You don’t k-know how old I am.” I couldn’t help the slight raise of my voice. His brows furrowed only slightly, and my lips twitched. “You don’t know y-your wife’s a-age.”

Rico and I sat down facing each other and started chatting about various subjects including our High School days and the crimes we perpetrated together when he was still in Montgomery. After chatting for over an hour, I told Rico that I want to freshen up. He then called Lizzy, his maid to take me to the room. The maid emerged from the kitchen and walked up to us and my eyes swept over her. Lizzy was a blonde curvy girl and she was pretty with lovely sky-blue eyes. Judging by her appearance, she would be in her early twenties. She was wearing a pink flowery dress. I was instantly attracted to her. Lizzy greeted me and I responded.

Chapter 1 My Job As Her Personal Assistant Started Getting Way Too Intimate I never imagined that being a personal assistant to one of the hottest actresses in the world would slowly destroy my sanity. Aria Voss is 26 — only two years older than me — and she is breathtaking. Long silky dark hair, sharp green eyes, full lips, and a body that looks like it was sculpted for sin. Every magazine wants her on their cover. Every man wants her in their bed. And for the past three months, I’ve been the one who gets to see her behind closed doors.