Lexi 2 Legit Age Novels & Stories

Was he eighteen? "Wait... I just have to ask. You're eighteen, right?" she said. The legal age was sixteen in the UK, but as a rule, Lexi wouldn't engage in sexual contact with anyone under eighteen. At twenty, it just felt wrong. Getting held up on a statutory rape charge wasn't exactly on her bucket list of things to do this year. "Of course I am, I'm in sixth form college with your brother, remember?" he asked, brows raised. "Why? Do I look young to you or something?"

I asserted, placing my hand over my heart. My mom rubbed her eyes and shook her head. “You said the same thing about Marcus. You said you loved him, that he was your mate and look how that turned out for you, Lexi! You have to wait until you turn eighteen to know without a shadow of a doubt,” she said and I interrupted her as I gestured to my abdomen. “I'm pregnant! That's a very clear indication,” I asserted. Huffing she glanced over at me and started crying, making me feel horrible.

Lizi was Lexy's special nickname for Alice. Lexy, a 25-year-old man standing at 174 cm tall, with a tan complexion, an athletic body, and always smelling good, deserved the title of a metrosexual man. He embraced the hedonistic lifestyle of the metropolitan city. Due to the slight age difference, Lexy and Alice became close, like siblings. Lexy had been Alice's personal assistant for the past six months. Before being appointed as Alice's personal assistant, Lexy used to be a regular hairstylist for Alice. Feeling a good fit, Alice appointed Lexy as her personal assistant to replace Manda, her former personal assistant who resigned due to her troublesome pregnancy.

Lexi said as she sipped on her drink. “Already?” I asked with a sigh. “We really need to help her.” “That, we do.” Lexi agreed. “So, when can I get to play with a mini-Ethan or mini-Skylar?” “What, just go find someone for yourself to have babies,” I said, rolling my eyes. She rolled her eyes. “I don’t want a mini-Lexi so soon. I want mini-Ethan.” “I may not be able to give you a mini-Ethan.”

They will probably send both of them into the system if Lexie was below eighteen. Realizing that they might have taken her brother away she needed both of them gone. It was time. Lexie had been saving her money, waiting until one day her mom would open her eyes and see that he was a bad man. That it was not okay to be pushed around and be his punching bag.

“I know you have no reason to believe it, but I am a man of my word. Twenty minutes, and you’ll never see me again.” Lexi decided to take a chance. She didn’t have anything to lose. “All right,” she said above a whisper. He grinned. “Well, in the camper you go, Ms. Brown.”

She shot Olivia an exasperated glare. “Fine. If you won’t let me scold the assistant, then I’m scolding you.” Lexi folded her arms. “Seriously, look at yourself. You’re not young anymore, so why are you still using those reckless methods for filming? Do you have a death wish?” “It’s just a little bump. Not a big deal…” Olivia muttered, her voice barely audible. “Besides, I’m not fifty yet…” “You’ll be fifty next month.” Lexi’s blunt reminder hit like a splash of cold water.

All of a sudden my door burst open and Lexi came running in as she jumped on me and I fell back, hard "Happy Birthday Ver!" She exclaimed and mum followed into the room giggling. "That's enough Lexi" Mum was still giggling as Lexi squeezed me till I felt my back pop "Lexi T-too tight" I struggled to breath and fell out of the bed once she let me go. Yep that was my bestie Lexi She was a year younger and was part of our trio of Luios,Lexiand I. Lexi and Luios were unidentical twins.

I asked, confused. He gave a half-smile. “Because then I’d never stop thinking about it.” “But you—” “That’s different,” he cut in, teasing. “You’re a child.” The sting was immediate. “I’m not a child.” “You’re twenty-five.” “I’m twenty-four. And that is not a child.” He laughed under his breath. “Lex. I’m thirty-six.” I narrowed my eyes. “So what? That’s not illegal. I am 24, an adult, Ram.”

"I'm asking now." Sighing, she dropped the piece of burger she was holding. She forced herself to sober up, fixing the man across her with a solemn stare. "I'm Lexie Cassandra Lancer," She began. "age 24, professional paparazzi and omega of the Chicago Pack." "I'm Marcus Jonathan Fitzwilliam, age 28, Beta in line to the Lycan and heartthrob of many." Marcus mimicked her, also trying to keep the humor out of his voice.