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just how many red flags did I ignore? *** ~Xander: Age 5~ Life as the Alpha's heir is wonderful! I get to learn so many new things and hang out with Father all day long! If he's too busy, then I can either help Mother out with chores or I can play with the most fun person ever!

"If there is something you want off your chest, let it out, brother. There is a lot of shit we deal with already without carrying baggage." "I made friends with humans, Xavier…" Angel said in a voice laced with pain. "Shit," Cole muttered. "How old were you?" Xavier asked, his eyes darkening in anger. "Seventeen," Angel managed to say. "They set you up?" Xavier asked with gritted teeth. Angel nodded.

he turns to his father who looked like he was already disagreeing to everything even before it made to start. “All I am about to say is being directed to you.Xavier is not the five years to ten years old soon you used to make plans for, before. “Xavier is 22, and he is not so young, he has the ability to decide what he think is right for him. And it includes his love life.” “This lady here is Alexia’s personal maid and Alexia had confirm how much of a rational person she is, I am sure she will make a great woman for him,” he stated calmly, but the old man was not having it.

"Well, this isn't some damn tale Xavier! This is real. It's real and he's a threat, the better option wouldn't have been letting him go so he can grow and become a threat later on!" I act on instinct because I don't like being shouted at. Reeve quiets down immediately and I work his emotions into a state of calm. He's silent and for a while I'm silent as well, letting all the facts run through my brain so I can process them. He's right. Just because he's a boy doesn't mean he won't grow into a man. Speculating on people's age is something everyone can do but I do it best. I know that boy is nineteen, the same way I know Janette is twenty-one and her boss, is twenty-nine.

Despite how gangly Rob seems, soccer is his niche. Just like I thought – when Mateo brings up teams, the two of them agree to be on different sides. After a quick discussion, Alyssa and Lana decide to split themselves up, as neither are great at the sport. That leaves Giano, Mateo, Lucas and me left. “Have you played before?” Mateo asks Lucas, deciding whether he should put Lucas with Giano or one of us. Giano is two years younger than us, but he’s been playing for about the same time as Mateo. He’s pretty good for his age, but he never joined a soccer team, so Mateo and I are slightly better. However, I remember that Lucas was way better than me back in middle school – as he’s quick to ment

His eyes made him look mature, Xander thought. "How old are you?'' He asked, leaning back on the wall. The boy in front of him frowned. "I'm eighteen." He answered, confused, tilting his head to the side. "You're a fetus." Xander cooed, which made the younger scowl. Then his frown faded and his eyes turned darker as he took a step closer. "Oh, yeah?" And here's the thing- Xander had still not wrapped his head around the fact that a man as breathtaking as this one was gay, interested in him and openly flirting with him. His previous encounters hadn't been much of reliable examples for him so this almost felt surreal. As if all the stars had aligned or some shit.

Gibson suddenly put his arm around Xander's shoulder and patted him playfully. “I'm sure you are a good boss. Angel won't last more than four years at your company if you're a bad boss. Come on in, we'll talk about a lot of things inside.” “Do you like fishing?” “I haven't fished in a long time.” "Then what is your hobby?" “I like doing business and making money.” "Tsk, today's young people are different." Xander frowned in pain when Gibson patted him hard on the shoulder. He didn't know whether Gibson was doing it out of friendliness or whether he was intentionally beating him for messing with his daughter.

"Maybe we'll take a short vacation at Xavier's house." Xavier, who was playing a game with Aaric, snorted loudly. "You think I'll let you?" "Whether you do or not, we're going there anyway." I replied. Aaric whistled in agreement and Xavier smacked him lightly on the head. "Don't be stingy with your siblings, Xavi," Mama said lowly, shaking her head. "Be a good big brother." "You're the oldest here and you're still immature." Papa chuckled and shook his head while Xavier pretended not to hear and continued playing GTA on the PlayStation. "You're thirty years old."

She involved herself in her Church community, always volunteering and working closely with the Minister. Father Brown was a tall black man, very young for his work, in his mid-30's, younger than me, and seemed devout. He gave energetic sermons and went about his duties with energy and vigour. He looked like a young Will Smith, but more athletic. On top of his work with the Church he also ran a local boxing gym for troubled youth which kept him fit and on his toes. My Grandma always spoke highly of him, she was always saying things like "Father Brown is doing such great work for this town" and "If only we had him years ago, this town needs a strong community leader like him" and she absolutel