Charlie Besso Age Novels & Stories

He clears his throat before speaking, shifting slightly in his seat, he seems really nervous "We don't know yet, whoever it is is really great at hiding his tracks." "Why are you so nervous Charlie?" Charlie is way older than I am, I mean around his late 40s or early 50s, I've known him for as long as I've been coming to this company with my father, when we used to be close and even when we weren't close anymore I still had to come, it was compulsory. "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about." He chuckled dryly, I look at him and raise my eyebrow and he gulps again. I give him a tight-lipped smile and just nod my head.

I smiled apologetically. And his smile grew tender. “Please,” his hand resting assuredly on my shoulder, his thumb stroking my skin there, “call me ‘Charlie’.” The air suddenly felt weird. Maybe he had a little too much to drink. “Charlie,” I remained smiling, subtly moving out of his hand’s way, “you were saying?” “Eighteen’s the perfect age for marriage, don't you think?” He removed my empty glass to take my hand into his, then he whispered, “Do you have anyone in mind?”

She was thinking to herself that he was finally going to cut into the main subject. It was time to see what he had been concocting this entire time. However, Charlie wore the same smile and remarked, “Kels, you are not young anymore. Even if Tyler doesn't want you, you can’t just stay home and be single forever, can you?” Kelsey stated sternly, “Dad, I am twenty-two!” She was hardly old enough to be married yet. She had enough of Charlie’s attitude, acting as if there was something criminal about her not being married and staying at home. All the nagging had been getting on her nerves.

“Charlie is like a close friend to me. 'To be honest, none of us had anything until the four of us joined forces. I've never seen a butt like Charlie's before; it is smooth as silk. Thus, he is unable to grow any hair on his body. We make fun of him for it. Charlie, on the other hand, has a good ear for music. As a musician, he is capable of playing both guitar and bass. Charlie despises the media and the paparazzi more than he despises fame itself. interviewed, he rarely speaks, loves to hide in hotel rooms, and keeps most of his life a secret, but around us, he is the loudest, most naked g. oops most of the time, and it's also the weirdest. In the end, it is not so important whether or not

Realizing that the best course of action was to make himself scarce, he turned around and prepared to get into his car. "Don't forget to drop by Gilded Ages when you get the chance, Mr. Wesker. We've also prepared plenty of new toys for your son." "Alright. I will," Charlie said while continuing to converse with me, not even bothering to spare Terence a single glance. Terence silently pulled open his car door as he watched a few other rich patrons join my conversation with Charlie. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Belle Bates, an up-and-coming internet celebrity.

"Hi, I'm Turner, this fool is Charles, we are brothers as you may have noticed." "Chelsea," Chelsea smiled. "Are you both chefs?" "I am," Turner said proudly. He smacked his brother's back. "He just loves tagging along." "Are you in college?" I asked Charles, he looked way younger. "Not yet, but I hope to save enough money before I turn nineteen next year," "What about you, Grandpa?" I teased. "I'm twenty-eight, don't call me grandpa," he said seriously. "And yet you look as old as a fifty-year-old man. Are you sure you remember your birth date?" Chelsea said jokingly. She didn't catch the first hint.

"Why not? Don't you believe your grandmother's eyes?" "I didn't mean that..." Mrs. Larson interjected, "Mom, Charlie is only twenty years old this year, so he's not in a hurry to have a girlfriend." "Twenty years old is not too young. I think I gave birth to your uncle when I was 20." Old Madam Shelby said, "I just met a girl recently, she is the same age as you, and she is gorgeous. Would you like me to introduce her to you?" "Grandma, I like ugly, old women." Charlie said with a smile. "You..." Old Madam Shelby rolled her eyes angrily. "If you tell me you don't want to fall in love, grandma won't force you to marry."

She's sure if it doesn't work out between her and Tristan, Deedah would blow another fuse. "Still, what does it have to do with me?" "I want you to go on a date with him. His name is Gerald Russo and he's a pretty chill guy, at least that's what Zeus said." Charlie furrows her brows, "Gerald Russo? He sounds like a mafia lord." Deedah huffs loudly as she slides into the booth, "He sounds like a dude with a big dick and heavy balls." "Stop saying things like that when I'm about to order food," Charlie makes a face.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Seeing the pink color of the roses on Berry's cheeks, Landon chuckled and Charlie joined him. None of the men did anything. Charlie was busy thinking if he would not do anything that would make her run away again. While Landon was looking back and forth, from Berry to Charlie. He wanted to wait and see what those babies were about to do on their own. Of course they were like babies in front of Landon. Landon was three centuries older than both Charlie and Berry. But Charlie and Berry looked the same age. Only Landon knew that they had almost two months between their days of birth.

Meanwhile, Charlie smiled and said, “She’s a college student. Twenty years old. Still a virgin.” There wasn’t a flicker of change in his expression. Staring at the young lady, he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. Then, he turned his head aside and said to his assistant, “Go on home, Charlie. Ask the chauffeur to pick me up here in the morning.” Charlie flashed him another smile. “Sure thing, Mr. Anderson! Please, take a rest and relax!” Charlie had done what he set out to do. So, it was time for him to get out of dodge.