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Adam successfully reminds her of her habit. "That's another thing but this man is really beautiful. But he also beats you to the level of arrogance." She speaks up which causes Adam to roll his eyes. "What? You are of course an arrogant son of a bitch." "Shut up and get ready for work." "That arrogant idiot is coming back." Adam looks back after hearing Amy, she is right. He is coming back but why though? "Just wanted to tell you that you got my age wrong. I'm turning 27 next month.Right now I'm 26 years 11 months years old."

It was too cringy for my taste. "Look, I don't want to walk into the den with my erection half-cocked. You can smell her too, right?" "I can, but I can contain myself better than you." "Well, old man, I still have a libido of a very horny young man coursing throughout my two hundred and fifty years old mind." "Hey, I was thirty-five when I was turned and only five decades older than you." He scolded me. "Look, why don't we meet up at the den?" I heard him growl when he knew that he was left out of options knowing I can be very stubborn.

"Couldn't say a word, the little coward!" Mikayla ran a hand down her face. "Mum, how old was this guy?" "Oh, come on! You know age is just a number." "How old!?" "40? I think. Maybe," she answered. "He is 20 years younger than you, mum! At least you kept it to older guys in the past. Let me guess, he was a billionaire." "Yup," she nodded proudly. "You know me! I'll never settle for anything less. You need to have them bars to take of these bars." She wiggled her breasts.

Lucian looks at me from the side, a hint of a smile on his lips. He hasn’t been his usual dry humorous self here. He seemed more aloof than anything. Which I guess is how the outside world perceives him. It had been weird when we walked in and the men stood up. They were all older than him. I think the youngest is in his late forties, or early fifties at the very least. The other men looked like they were in their sixties or seventies. I don’t even know how the hell they were able to stand and not shake.

I grin and bring the coffee pot to refill his cup. "Thirties?" he questions and I shake my head and point my finger upward. He shrugged, unsure of my true age. "I'm forty-eight and past menopause, so no children and no husbands," I pursed my lips and glared at him. "You're a baby, I'm over 300 hund," he closed his mouth quickly and looked away from my questioning look. I rolled my eyes at the strange man and headed back to my dishes. I glanced over at him, there was something very odd about him, sometimes his eye looked like it glowed and his hair looked like it was black and red. I purse my mouth and dry my dishes, putting them away when finished.

"Before that, son, I want to tell you how old I am. As of today, I turn 440 years." Henry released a good laugh at Kohl's age disclosure. He thought the old man stuttered the 'other four', and found it amusing. "Why are you laughing?" Kohl props up on his elbow, looking at the young man who held his stomach and laughed boisterously. "Do you not believe me, son? That I'm really 440 years old?" Henry laughed harder, Kohl shook his head and gave up trying to explain to him. If he didn't believe his age, he wasn't ready to learn what made him stronger either.

"Hey, Old Man Joe! Give me some money! I’m your granddaughter now!" "You're terrible! I’m tempted to bite you right now just to shut you up!" "Forgive me, Old Joe! I won't be naughty anymore! I’m only twenty, I’m too young to die—I’m not even married yet!" "Humph, I'm not married either! I told you, seventy is young for a vampire!" "Damn, Joe, what have you been doing for seventy years? If I were you, I’d probably have a dozen grandchildren by now!"

“How old are you?” He smirked. “Guess.” I studied him — the sharp jaw, the calm eyes that looked older than thirty-five, the exhaustion he tried to hide. “Thirty-four?” He groaned. “I was hoping you’d say twenty-five.” “Oh my God, I’m so sorry—!” He laughed. “Relax. I’m thirty-six.” I leaned back, hands on my hips. “See? You’re also a full-grown adult. So why are you still single?”

“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.”

“I’m not marrying you. Return the car I bought you and every cent you’ve spent over the years, every single one!” His friends immediately handed him a pre-prepared statement. “The car cost 230,000 dollars. Over the past year, living expenses, gifts, and club spending have added up to 800,000 dollars. You must pay it back in full today!” Everyone’s eyes were on me like I was already done for. They assumed that a young woman who had only been working for a year could never come up with that kind of money and that today would end in my ultimate humiliation. I looked at Jenson's unfamiliar face, and the last flicker of warmth in my heart finally died out.