Age Gap Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

--- THE END Final Author's Note to Reader (Sloane's voice): So. That's my story. The story of how I fell in love with my therapist and we burned down our entire lives for each other. I know what you're thinking. I know all the reasons this is wrong. The age gap. The power dynamic. The professional ethics. Trust me, I've heard it all. From my parents. From his colleagues. From random strangers on the internet who found out and felt entitled to an opinion.

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

“In that case, you should have a suitable excuse to brush me off then. Go on, I want to hear it.” Hazel sighed. “Alright, I’m not going to brush you off. Here are my honest thoughts. First things first, you are three years younger than me, and that’s an age gap that I simply cannot accept. You’re young and in the prime of your life while I’m at the age where I should be considering marriage already. I need a family while you just need a relationship, our goals aren’t aligned at all.

"Yes. I asked his age earlier. You know me, right? Anything I want to know, I ask directly to the person concerned. Including Thomas's age and what his intentions are towards you." No, she didn't. Olive didn't care what her mother said. What mattered in her mind ... was their difference? Oh my God! Fourteen years? That's like the title of a romance novel! Fourteen years apart is sexy! Argh!!! Their age is not a sexy thing to talk about in a romance story! "We're far apart in age, Mi." "You see, it is. You didn't realize?"

He asked me. I knew it, that when it get to my turn I might not be able to hear him. Damn, his voice was already cracked, and he could no longer shout, I couldn't have possibly heard him. The hall was big, it looked like it would fit in a thousand applicant in a stound. With the kind of voice he had, I couldn't heard him. "I'm sorry, but I didn't heard you." I said to him. "You are next." He said to me ferociously.

“Ah, you went to look for her?” “Yes. I had also done this kind of thing before.” At the other end of the line, Sophia ridiculed herself. “I was just like the Rene of today. I wanted to have a look, to see what kind of woman that could make him unable to let go. Is she better than me? Is she more captivating than me? When I went there, then only did I find out that she is his first love. Arya, there are so many interesting things in this world. The woman is two years older than Max and is his first love. He is two years older than me and is my first love.”

Madeleine asks us both, but Zane speaks up for us. "The age gap love story is one that is very controversial to explore. I met Alex when she was just nineteen, and I was thirty-four. All the alarms went off, even for me. But I knew myself, and I knew my intentions with her. I trusted myself and allowed myself to be led by my heart. And I never for once regretted it, not even when the whole world was breathing down my neck for it." The audience drowns out his words with their loud cheering and applause. The very air is charged with electricity, and I can taste it on my tongue.

Cass had only just managed to break free from Divers after going on at length about his so-called love. He had to convince Divers that he was truly, deeply in love with Sophie and wanted to marry her as soon as possible. But Divers wasn’t someone who could be fooled so easily. Even after they arrived at Cass’s apartment, he kept following him around. After nearly two hours of arguing, Divers finally gave up and left, abandoning Cass on his own. That left Cass drained from the debate, along with the pile of gifts sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

he turns to my besties again, "I'll have someone send the soufflé. Have a good evening, ladies." I put my head to the front again, not wanting to see him walk away. He really has moved on, then? "I'd totally lose my sleep over that man too, Elle," Cleo tells me in fascination, "He's hot! Whatever the hell you said about age gap, he does not look old at all. Your concerns on age gap in totally invalid. He can easily pass twenty seven, twenty eight." "Oh Darling, we know where you get that number." Kimmie makes a knowing look which she instantly giggles, and now winking, "Seven or eight, she says."

He was a beautiful mess. Usually, seeing him like this was enough to set me off. “Nothing,” I muttered. I returned my lips to his. The kiss was rougher this tiime, more aggressive. He moaned as I bit his lower lip and sucked it in my mouth. For some reason, the sound irritated me. How had I never noticed how soft Xavier’s voice was? It was too delicate, too smooth. It was so unlike Adrian’s deep voice. So unlike the way he had sounded when I was pounding into him…