Jonathan Daviss Age Novels & Stories

Jonathan stated, although I knew that was not what they had been talking about when I entered the room. " I-" Nikolai started but I cut him off. " We'll think about it, " I answered for him. Jonathan looked between us and huffed. " I know you forced my daughter to marry you, you douchebag, " Jonathan exploded. I fought the urge to laugh. He took deep breaths in order to calm himself. Jonathan was in his early fifties but he looked younger than that. The money and his success had certainly done him justice. He must have been eating his fruit and vegetables diligently. Anger settled at the pit of my stomach at him living the life my mother couldn't.

What is wrong with me! Jonathan bursts out laughing, his deep voice booming. "It's okay, don't worry about it. I mean, you're right. I am a lot older than you. How old are you again?" I look down shyly. "I'm nineteen now." "I'm 28. Does that make you feel weird about me? Is that why you keep trying to get away from me?" he grins. I shake my head no. "No. I don't mind if you're older. Sam's biological father..." I stop myself.

I could feel someone's eyes on us and quickly patted him to let go. "Hello, Davina," Jonathan greeted my daughter excitedly, raising his hand for a high five. Davina rolled her eyes. "I am ten, Uncle Jon, not five," she said with a bit of attitude ignoring his raised hand. "Yeah, but I am your favourite uncle, so please," Jonathan begged trying to make a puppy face. "Hey! That positioned is already filled," Bobby yelled as he came out from the kitchen, a stunning, very curvy dark skinned woman trailing behind him.

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

I make easy conversation until I sense they're all in a good mood. "Alina?" I ask, looking at her. Late thirties and super nice face, she smiles and waits for whatever I have to say, "Your son, Jonathan, he’s… seven years old, right?" "Yes. He's going to turn eight in march," she responds, "Yours is younger, right? He looks a bit older. And big. But so, so cute."

he said smoothly, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you…” “...And congratulations on your appointment as CEO. I wish you all the best in your endeavors.” Nathaniel reached out, though I noticed the flicker of hesitation in his eyes. They shook hands. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “You look… quite young.” Davian let out a light laugh. “I’m thirty-five, sir. But I assure you, despite my age, I’m one of the best in my field. You’re in good hands.” Nathaniel looked at his mother.

I said quickly. Jason wrinkled his nose. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” I said firmly. “I was just asking a question.” He nudged my arm. “So how old is he? Just tell me.” I held out for a second, then gave in. “Fine. He’s like… twice my age, around forty but if you saw him, you’d understand.” Jason’s eyes widened slightly, and he nodded slowly. “Well… older guys can be hot,” he admitted. “There are definitely some actors I wouldn’t say no to, and they’re around that age.”

The more she talked the more she hated the truth that was spilling from her lips. “You’re twenty-five years old?” he asked, smiling. His smile made her gasp as the menace disappeared and she saw what a handsome man he actually was. “Yes.” Looking past his shoulder, Ava couldn’t stop the curiosity from making her speak. “How old are you?” “I’m thirty-nine years old.” Fourteen years age difference. He didn’t look a day past thirty. There were no graying hairs or major wrinkles on his face. He looked good for his age, but most wolves looked good.

Dianna Davenport is more than just a beautiful face; she’s got a brain behind that face. I’ve fallen in love. She’s a twenty-seven years old. I doubt she’d want to be with a thirty-year-old single father, to an eleven-year-old boy. Grayson is my whole world. And I could ever be with a woman who didn’t accept him. So even though I think I met my soulmate. I won’t make a move.

She paid attention to minute details and often talked maturely of her age. "His heart. He's a good man Annie. He took care of me, brought me flowers, gifted me this pendant, took me out on dates, and had a calm mature personality. Don't judge him by his looks." Ava said softly in that whipped tone making Annie frown at her. "What's his age? Job? Family? Background? And don't talk so dreamily about him, gross." "He's 26, head of sales department in an international firm, his parents passed away and he has no siblings."