Novel & Cerita Damien Haas Age

It's just a little tender. The month living with Damian has been amazing. It was Damian's birthday which means he's now 43 and still as sexy as ever. I was still in pain which meant we stayed in the house but his friends came to see him and gave him presents. I bought him a new phone after I saw the old device he was using. He told me it was too much but he was very grateful. I like spoiling him, I have more than enough money to do it so why not? "What are you doing? You'll hurt yourself!" Damian shouts when he comes into the living room to see me working out. I laugh as I do another sit up.

“You… you think about me?” Damien let out a short, humorless laugh. “More than I should. You’re Marcus’s sister. You’re only eighteen. I’m twenty-one. This could blow up everything.” “I know,” I said softly. But I didn’t move away. “Yet here you are.” He ran a hand through his messy hair, jaw clenched. “Yeah. Here I am. Fighting the urge to do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw you in that swimsuit today.”

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

If I had my way, we probably would have finished breakfast in silence, but I knew Damien had some questions he wanted to ask, some things he needed to know. "How old are you?" "Lydia?" He said again, my name was like a purr on his lips and I knew I couldn't avoid it. I turned, cold air bathing cheeks that suddenly felt too hot and too tight. "Twenty-one." He hesitated. A sure sign that whatever he had on his mind was as horrible as I'd thought it would be. I had no idea what Damien was like, but knew him enough to know that hesitation meant worry and worry meant things were bad.

"Then there's Elias. He's the oldest. Thirty-five. He runs the family business. He's tough, serious, doesn't smile much. But he has a soft heart under all that. He took your disappearance hard. He was twelve when you were taken. He blamed himself for years because he wasn't there to protect you." "That's not his fault," I said. "I know. We all know. But Elias doesn't forgive himself easily. When he meets you, he's probably going to promise to protect you forever. That's just who he is." I liked the sound of that. Protection. Safety. Things I'd never really had. "I'm thirty-two," Damian continued. "I'm a lawyer. I was nine when you disappeared. I remember you a little bit. You used to follow

But still freaking adorable nonetheless. Damien is yelling like there is no tomorrow. This is bittersweet for him. Because 6 years ago that should have been him. But because of the plane crash it isn’t. He had to give it up. I know he is proud of his younger brother, but shit at some point it has to hurt watching him carry out your dream. “Are you alright Dam?” I ask finally after holding it in. “Yeah yeah I’m fine. Just so happy to see him to it. You know.”

"Sir, I have the information you requested." Damien straightened, taking the file from him. "Good. Give us a summary." The PA adjusted his glasses, glancing at his notes. "His full name is Ramon Hayes. Twenty-six years old. No known family. Grew up in various foster homes but never got adopted. Started working at sixteen to support himself. He’s held a variety of jobs—mostly manual labor, security work, and some freelance consulting. No criminal record, no debts, no suspicious activity."

I asked Nikolas. "I was on an Assignment" He smiled, showing off his dimples. "How old are you?" I asked. "Why the questions?". "I have to know the guy that's dating my sister" I shrugged. "We aren't dating" Cara and Niklaus said at once. "Yet" Damon coughed. "So?" I said. "I'm twenty two." He smiled, and I nod, Cara is nineteen, but everything I've heard, she is so much older. "We are made of Steel, Barbie" Damian said as he saw the worried look on my face.

“But then, you and Damien didn’t even date so how’d do I expect you to know what’s a relationship is. You’re just a teenager.” Was he really pulling the teenager card? Her birthday was soon, very soon. But that would barely change a thing. Arya didn’t think she was young for anything, at least not young enough to make big things happen. Damien had taken over the company when he was in his mid teens. And he shouldn’t forget it was that teenager his best friend married. If being a teenager was that bad then Damien shouldn’t have married her. “You are just talking a lot of nonsense at the same time. Honestly, my head can’t keep up with the gibberish.” Arya sighed, looking away from him.

Ryan nodded and realized that it’s simpler than he thought it would be. “I’ll just change my clothes. Go ask if you’re still confused.” Raya said and her little brother nodded before going back to his room. “Thanks Raya!” Damien wanted to say that she should give her body a rest too, but he couldn’t. He could see how worn out she looked, but she still does her job with full passion. Damien realized that Ryan is already 8 years old. Just 5 years more…