Chris Evans Age Novels & Stories

" Ivy said. Never in a million years would she have imagined herself and Chris Evans spending an hour together talk more of a whole night. "Stop being so shocked and just give us the juicy juice... How was it? Did he make you scream? Is he as good as we think he should be? Come on and tell us already!!" Gianna pressed for gossip. Which is Normal. Chris Evans is someone that his name would always appear on the entertainment news. He could be considered one of the richest men in the world. At 27, he had managed to grow his family's company from a group to a chain. People claim he took over when he was just seventeen years old but he had made his first public appearance when he was twenty years

Eva eyed everyone contemptuously before her eyes stopped on Grace. “What?” Eva rolled her eyes as her lips curled maliciously “Did you come back thinking that your son is 20 and capable of escaping his fate?” “My nephew is capable.” Chris snorted before Grace got a chance to respond “You should know…” He paused before adding “any fool would know after failing consistently.” Eva’s eyes widened in shock as she turned her gaze towards Chris ‘How did he know?’

He stated seriously but Chris can phase from that expression to a maddening laughter. "The last time was thirteen years ago." His blue eyes grew wider by the second. "Thirteen years? Dude! Is everything okay?" Francis heard me. He's close by so I'm sure I didn't announce it to the whole yacht. "Are you a priest?" Chris teased me with a mean laugh. "Did you vow off sex?"

Hearing this, Eva quickly shook her head. “No, he is not as old as you think he is. He’s only thirty-five.” She excused. “Yeah, Eva, but you’re twenty-three.” Denise reasoned. “Age is just a number, Denise, I am sure when you finally see him in person, you, mom and dad would like him. He’s just a very likable, well-mannered man. It won’t be disappointing I promise. She was trying so hard to convince her sister and Denise just sighed in response.

Paige was at a loss for words. What kind of answer was that? Was he trying to brush her off? Chris sighed as Paige did not seem pleased with his answer. Fine. He would give in. Since she asked, he should just tell her. “I was eighteen when I was with Shelly. As an adult, I considered grown-up matters like marriage and children.” Chris said. Paige was shocked. She could not believe Mr. CEO was already considering marriage and children at the age of eighteen. He was rather traditional.

I gaped at him, "And what happened to Chris's mom?" "I would never joke with something like that, Helena," he said, denying with annoyance. "She must not be long in showing around here, and the wicked witch? “That’s the worst, she married another rich man and forgot all her children.” "Son of a bitch," I mumbled starting to walk again. “You play dumb with all this information, okay?” I was stopped by Fred before I entered the building. “I just wanted you to understand a little bit about Chris' undaunted and calm nature, Helena. He's already had too many confrontations to have even more.”

“He is hot. I mean he works out, like damn” “I’m sure you guys talked then” “Yeah, sort of.. Like introductions and stuff” “Ah.. I see” “Okay so enough talk about him, lets talk about Chris” Chris is my 19 year old brother who goes to college now. I haven’t seen him in a year. I miss him a lot even though we fight over little things.

I don't care he is still my alpha and, fucking hell, mate. "I can't believe it too. I mean, he is still hot and all, don't get me wrong. Wait, he doesn't even look his age, but he is forty-two! Two decades older than we are." Eva said in my head trying to sound angry, but she was excited, I know that. "Stop leaping your tail if you want time to believe you are mad at him." I grunt, holding my face deep between my knees when I felt him start moving towards me.

His shoulders shake so much that I'm embarrassed as nearby eyes turn to us to figure out what's funny. Fuck if I know. “This is why I didn't want to say anything,” I mutter. His reaction is another slap in the face. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Chris still hasn't responded because he's wheezing. I wrap my hands around my cup while waiting for him to finish. Dickhead. After an agonizingly long fifteen years—at least that's what it feels like—Chris looks up, his eyes red and tears brimming in them again. He rubs them and looks at me. “You're getting married?” he asks, biting his lips, and I know the fucker is trying not to laugh.

The man clapped him on the back. "I'm Chris, nice to meet you!" he said with a wide smile. "Evan, from Indonesia!" Evander replied with a faint smile. Chris's eyes widened at the answer. "Wow, Evan!" he exclaimed admiringly. "Indonesia, have you been here long?" he continued, asking enthusiastically. "Nah! Only a few weeks," Evander replied. Chris nodded, listening. They then fell into a light conversation about their wives, occasionally punctuated by Chris's boisterous laughter at his own jokes.