Novel & Cerita I Overheard That She Was 19

She immediately said, All suspicion that was written all over her face cleared, her clenched fist was released as she smiled then made a turn like she was about to leave the room. I let out a sigh of relief. But just as I released my tensed body parts, she made a short turn, looking at the man beside me. She walked up to me, moved over to his side as she hooked her hands over his and said with a sweet smile, “Don't let this attitude fool you. She's just nineteen.” He looked surprised by her words, he looked over at me with a shocked look. She patted him and said in a dramatic way, “She's still my baby.”

But this time, she couldn't help but get creeped out. What was his problem? Didn't he know she was only 19? And so on the thoughts went, until her mouth spoke as if having a mind of its own. "You do know, that I'm 19, right?" She questioned, before she quickly slammed her hand against her mouth, her cheeks turned bright red and she could feel her ears turning warmer with each passing second. Oh fuck! "Yes, why?" Elijah couldn't help but get startled by the young girls question. Had he already done something to upset her? He could be so clueless sometime.

I should probably go back now. After that I went back to my room. As I am lying down on the bed I start to think about what happened today. She is so interesting. That's when I called Oliver , one of our men. He picked up his phone pretty quickly. "Hello young master? Do you need anything?" He asked me. "Yes I need some background information of a person" I replied. "May I ask the name?" He asked. "Evelyn Islay , Age eighteen. Goes to the same high school of mine. This is all I know. And I have a picture of hers. I will send that picture now." I said.

She still looked very young, and he must be careful… “Nothing new?! How old are you?” “Why? What does that have to do with anything?” She looked away and broke eye contact. “Just answer the question.” He demanded “I’m nineteen. I really need to go.” And with that she turned around and was gone. Conri immediately felt empty as soon as she left, and he could not smell her anymore.

I scoff at her statement, "What are you? A psychic?" She shrugs and then starts to walk further into my room, somehow she seems to have regained her bravery. She gets to my bed, and then she plops down on it. My eyebrows are raised as I watch her. I take a sharp intake of breath when I notice her dress has rided a little farther up again. "How old are you?" She suddenly asks. Surprised by this sudden question, I step closer, "Twenty six." She nods slowly, "I'm Nineteen... That's a seven year age difference.."

I chuckled "Hmm, maybe because we are of the same age," she said "I doubt, you look older" I scoffed "Hmm, maybe not" she shrugged "How old are you, Zoe," she asked me "I'm 18, soon to be 19" I answered "What about you," I asked her "Ermm....why don't you guess," she said "Hmmm... You are 18, that means we are of the same age" I suggested "Geez, did I have a small body, huh" she scoffed

she didn't disappoint. When she turned around, I felt like everything else had turned dimmer, and she was the only glistening star around~ She smiled beautifully and walked over, standing in front of me. "How old are you?" She asked. Her voice was calm and amicable. Making me feel at home. "I'm 19," I replied, lowering my head a little. "19... Such a young and beautiful girl. Can you cook?" "I can. I can cook all delicacies," I wasn't lying.

I knew I had to do something, anything to overcome this new feeling, even if the thing to do was find out everything about her and search for her. . I used a week to get every info about her; her full name, her family, her college, everything concerning her including her fucking age. She was 19. I couldn't believe I slept with a teenage. Though I was 25, she looked 21 or 22 so how would I had known. The facts that I was becoming obsessed over a teenager was just ridiculous. After searching for her and checking her address, I had my men stationed at her house and everywhere that she went.

“Alright.” The drive continued in silence for a few more minutes before I decided to try again. “How old are you?” I asked, keeping my tone casual. Aurora turned to me, her brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “Nineteen,” she replied after a moment. There was a slight tremor in her voice, but she was making an effort to appear composed. *So young,* I thought, a pang of something unfamiliar flickering in my chest. “Nineteen,” I repeated, as if testing the weight of the number. “That explains the stubbornness.”

That possibility never even crossed my mind, but who else did I think she was? “It’s alright,” I manage to say, swallowing back my lust. “How old is she?” Please, God, let her be legal. I’m a sick pervert for lusting after her when I don’t even know her age. The possibility of being with her is off the table now that I know who she is, but I need to know how much I should hate myself for my thoughts. “Turned nineteen last month.” Thank fuck. “I raised her the best I could, but she turned out rotten, that one. Won’t even go to college. Wanted to take a gap year, whatever the hell that means.”