Jenn Carter Age Novels & Stories

Karter automatically smirks, "Well isn't it my lucky day then? A young, gorgeous female keeping me company" "Young? You're talking as if we're 30 years apart" I say with a chuckle. "Well you are almost 23 and I'm 34. So, that makes us 11 years apart" Karter says. "So? That isn't a lot." I say. Karter chuckles, "Marie, when I was 18 you were 7 and when you were 18 I was 29!" "Well I was 20 and 21 years old when my sisters were born. You don't see me complaining about it. And plus in my opinion age is just a factor. It doesn't matter" I say.

What is she laughing? So what if I can badmouth Farris? Farris is also doing the same thing to me so I shouldn't let him! I don't find it funny though. Jennifer is just so weird. "I am Jennifer Carter by the way, Farris' only cousin," she introduced herself and winked at me after her long laughs.

Another bad decision waiting to happen. Jenna strolled in, grinning like she had won the lottery. “I come in peace—with a news piece.” I barely looked up. “If it’s about your latest reality TV obsession, I’m not interested.” She slid into the chair beside me, resting her chin on her hands. “Oh, this is better. Much better.” I sighed. “Fine. What is it?” She leaned in. “Word around the office is that Damien Carter rejected the chairman’s daughter.”

Just as I was about to respond, I heard another voice on the line—it was Wendy's sister, Jenny. "Wendy, can you just give me a straight answer? Are you going to make peace with Carter or not?" "You again?" Wendy replied, sounding irritated. "Why are you so invested in Carter? Did you date him or something?" "Ugh, please! As if I'd date a womanizer like him!" "Womanizer? Has he been with a lot of women?" "Yeah, he's dated plenty..." Jenny suddenly realized she'd said too much and quickly added, "Why should I tell you?"

I muttered and quickly removed the fries from the hot oil. “Why are you absent-minded?” Carter asked as he got close to me, making me back up a little, pretending to get something. “Nothing, everyone has shit they gotta deal with, right?” I said, and he nodded. “I'm here!” I heard Jenna's voice. Finally, she took longer than she was supposed to. “You're late,” Carter said, and Jenna rolled her eyes at him. She never liked Carter. He is a waiter in this restaurant, and he is hot, but Jenna hates his guts.

Who knows it might end up growing and into something else. I shake my head at the thought. Of the four of us, Carter is the least likely to get married any time soon. Trent could get married in his thirties if he wants to but Carter would not want to . He probably will settle for a younger woman when he is in his fifties but I definitely do not see him settling down any time soon.

Jim looked at the female with him and then back at me before he said, "Brittany ..." I interrupted him and said, "I prefer to be called "Britt." "OK, fair enough Britt. Britt, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Carol Jennings. Ms. Jennings is my partner in my firm and both of us are board-certified attorneys in the state of Texas. I have been Mr. Campbell's attorney for the past twenty-five years."

"But... my birthday's in October..." Klempner nods, casually at first then, stiffening, his voice tensing, "October? October? What date?" "Um... thirty-first. Why? What does it matter?" Klempner stands, "October thirty-first?" His voice drops to nothing. "How old are you, Jenny?" "I'm twenty-five. Twenty-six next... Why? What does it matter?" Christ... Is this going where I think...? James casts me a look of rising alarm.

, she threw her hands up, while Mr Wang picked her up and placed her on his lap. "Ah Jenne, my princess, what's wrong?" He spoke childishly. "Cupcake", she said. Awe she's so cute. Although she's around my age or something, I still find it very cute. "You want cupcakes?" She nodded, smilingly and looked at me. I looked at both of the father and daughter calmly. "Oh, this is my daughter, Jenne. She's 7" he introduced. 2 years younger. She played with her teddy bear in his lap until the door slammed open and in came to a lady wearing a black maid uniform. A long black dress till her knees and an apron.

I rinsed the sponge. Jenny looked at her phone. Then back at me. “So how’s everybody?” “Everybody who?” “Your family.” “Oh.” I smiled. “Good.” “Your daughter has to be…” “Ten.” Her eyes widened. “No.” “Yep.” “Kayla is ten?” “Unfortunately.” She laughed. “Damn. We old.” “You’re old.” “We’re the same age.” “That sounds personal.” She laughed again. Then something occurred to me. Something I hadn’t thought about in a long time.