Novel & Cerita Derek And Meredith Age Gap

Derek was already married? How could I forget? It had been three whole years. That’s a very long time. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he had a child. But wow, he had good taste—just look at his wife. So freaking pretty and sexy. I could already feel my arousal rising at the sight of her. Get it together, Lucas. “I’m so sorry for the embarrassment. He’s actually a few minutes away. Would you like to come in and wait?” she said softly. Of course she would ask—not after seeing my charming face.

Anna added with a smile, glancing at her younger sister. “Don’t forget Anna’s got sixteen years on Caleb and ten on Kyle,” Summer said, then grinned at Damon. “And this grump is thirteen years older than me.” “I’m not a grump,” Damon said, but he was smiling as he pulled Summer closer. Derek leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Apparently we are the boring couple.” “I’ll take boring,” I whispered back, trying to control my increased heart rate at the warmth of his breath against my neck.

My jaw clenched as I paused for more information. Conrad sensed my interest and gave a smug little breath of a laugh. “Name’s Derek Fletcher, 22 years old. Detective fresh out of the academy. He is Harley’s college pal. He is young, smart, handsome with a youthful appearance, and an officer’s badge to flash around. They have been ... catching up lately.” He focused on Derek’s age to press on the eleven years age difference between me and Harley. I turned slowly, glaring at him. “Catching up?”

The same expression he'd worn at twelve when he'd crashed Dad's car. "Derek, what did you do?" "I got married," he said quietly. The words didn't make sense at first. "You what?" "Six months ago. In secret." He gestured toward the crying woman. "This is Charlotte. My wife." I stared at him. At her. At the simple gold band on her finger that matched the one on his. "You're joking." "I wish he were," Dad said, his voice like ice. The pieces started clicking together. Derek was supposed to marry someone from the Marlowe family. It was arranged years ago, a business merger disguised as a match. The Marlowes had money and power. We had a name and a dying legacy. Together, we'd all survive.

“Tonight was simply magical. I have never had that much fun in my life.” “I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Uncle Alfred was more than happy to do this, you know. I haven’t seen him that thrilled since he lost his partner five years ago.” “I was going to ask if he didn’t have any family, you know, a wife and kids somewhere, but there never seemed to be a good time to ask.” “He and Leonard were soulmates,” Derek said wistfully. “They were together for fifteen years but never tied the knot because Leonard wasn’t a fan of marriages. Can’t say I blame him.”

He didn't date much and once he saw Daniel's daughter when she came home from college the sparks were instant between them. After we lost our daughter something shifted in Derek, making him more withdrawn in relationships. I think he was afraid to let anyone else too close to him. Ariel would put his ass in his place and I think it would be good for him. They had almost ten years between them but at their age it wasn't big deal. Especially when she married a man a year younger than her and he ended up sleeping with his boss behind her back. Everyone deserved some love in their life. If they were lucky they would find that missing piece to them like I did.

he said, picking up a slice of pizza, "I can kick his geriatric ass to the curb?" She had to laugh. "Geriatric?" "Yeah, he's gotta be pushing fifty, right?" There was an age difference between her and Derek, but he wasn't that much older. She knew where he was going with this. "He's thirty-six, and no, you will not be kicking anyone's ass anywhere." "Interesting." He chewed his pizza as he stared at her for a moment. Though humor laced his eyes, there was still that bit of raw intensity she saw earlier when she first walked in from outside. "He's eight years older than you?"

Derek explains. "You must have worked together. Anyway, she's returned. Don't you want to talk to her?" Mr. Wordsworth questions. Derek's countenance turns somber upon hearing this. "I'm married, Grandpa. I don't think she's the right one." "What? Didn't you promise her that you would marry her? We finally found her, and you..." Mr. Wordsworth's surprise is evident. Derek's head drops with immediate guilt. "I tried, but I don't believe we're suited for each other. I'm sorry. I apologize."

She couldn’t help, but giggle when he wrapped his arms around her waist as she locked her wrists around his neck. “So, Selena,” Derek began. “I take it the news is true about you and Christopher. He isn’t here with you tonight.” “Yes. It’s true,” she confirmed. “Except for the cheating stuff. He didn’t cheat on me as far as I know.” Derek nodded. “I am sorry – but, you can do better,” he said with a smirk. Her eyebrows went up at the remark. “I thought you two were friends.” “No. What I said was my father had done business with him,” he corrected gently. “Christopher is six years older than me. We really don’t know each other that well.”

into the search bar, and the information promptly appeared. Derek, the president of the Scott Group, thirty years old, had ascended to leadership at the age of eighteen. Under his guidance, the Scott Group had reached unprecedented heights, earning him admiration from countless individuals. Emily glanced at Derek's marital status: he had been married for four and a half years, with a scandal involving a third party surfacing just a month after the wedding. She snorted lightly. Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Emily tucked away her cell phone and called out, "Come in."