If He Had Been With Me Age Rating 소설 & 이야기

"Hope should not have an age limit." "Right." He utters in a bored fashion, then offers me his card. "For when you grow up." Right...

“I want to stay.” “Then behave and call me mommy.” He started unbuttoning his shirt, hands shaking. “Yes mommy.” I took a slow sip of wine and smirked. They never learned. And I loved ensuring that they do. “How old are you?” I asked, my preference was always eighteen to nineteen years. I didn't like the ones that were no longer teenagers but I could manage the ones that were twenty to twenty-three when my preference wasn't available. “I'm eighteen, ma'am.” He responded, looking away shyly.

“Sir… isn’t that risky? What if I lose my life? I’m still young, not old enough for something like that…” He tilted his head, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Huh? And what does that mean?” “Sir, I’m just 19,” I admitted, biting my lip. He scoffed, stepping back with a chuckle that didn’t reach his eyes. “19? Who the fuck even employs an underage in my company? Why do you look older? I thought you were like 24 or something.” “No… not at all, sir.”

Oh my. "No. Let me go." I tried and failed at escaping his hold. "Why not?" "Apart from you being a cross-eyed, ugly monster with a huge black wart on your nose and hairs growing from your ears?" He laughed out. "Yeah, apart from that." "Well, for one, you're too old." "I'm twenty-one," he stated simply, unperturbed. "And I'm seventeen. I'm too young for you."

I pushed my face away. "I can't wait for you to turn eighteen. Then I can finally have what I want." He said, his gaze raking over my body. Sick freak. He's two years older than me but still haven't found his mate. I would rather let a thousand wolves trample on me than give in to him.

How did he even…know where to find me? His face was expressionless as usual as he brought over an accent chair and sat on it, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He regarded me with an impassive face, his gaze steady and unwavering. “We have a lot to unpack, don’t we?” He began. I honestly didn’t know what he had to “unpack” with me. Things were supposed to be over between us. I was supposed to be dead right now. Ugh! “I stated the age requirement clearly, didn’t I? But a certain 22 years old felt he could fool me.” His voice was laced with anger.

The head of the bartender turned and when he saw me, he cake forward and asked , " How old are you? Are you eighteen!" Of cause I was eighteen and above; but because of my tiny and baby looking Face, I get mistaken for an underground teenager... " I'm eighteen, Don't insult me". I picked an offence and he said.. " You don't look eighteen". He soliloquized whether I was eighteen or not..

I asked, putting the pieces together. Abbott shook his head. "And you don't want him to know about this, do you?" "No." "How old is he?" "He's 18." "High school?" I asked, incredulous, sinking back into my chair. Rick suppressed a smile. "You fit the bill," Dr. Abbott calmly replied. "Meaning I look like I could be in high school," I finished. I looked at Rick, but he was no help. He just shrugged his shoulders, innocently suppressing a smile. I released my breath in a gust. "Why do you need me? Or someone like me?"

The lighting in this area was quite dim, so I couldn't clearly catch the age of his actual figure. “I'm twenty-three years old this year. Why?” I asked, while flashing a small smile. Once again, a smile appeared on his sexy lips. “Well, you're too young. So, you're not my type.” “What the hell…”

“You’re not 18?” “Sorry Beta.” I make sure to stress the title again. “I guess you kidnapped me for nothing. The mate mark won’t stick until I’m of age.” I shrug my shoulders. “I guess you’re screwed.” He sits there, fuming for several minutes before a hideous grin spreads across his face. “Well then, little mate, I guess I’ll just have to keep marking you until it sticks.”