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He instead said looking down between our bodies. " How do you feel when you're horny? Happy? Energetic like a bull with horns?" I asked him. " Holy pineapple!" His eyes popped out in surprise. "Please tell me your age marvellous. Don't lie to me. Are you sixteen, fifteen? " " What? " My own eyes popped out too. " Why? Of course not! I'm twenty, I'll be turning twenty one in six months time even." I replied pouting my lips. I felt like he just insulted me. Do I look that young? Well it's not my fault I'm small bodied.

~Sigh "Miss Artemis, I'm not putting your feelings on trial, but this is just a temporary infatuation. You don't even know me properly and, trust me, you don't want to. I know for a fact that most of the people who get to know me, eventually run away! Besides, I'm only seventeen years old! There must be guys of your age, who would be much more suitable as your love interest!" "Age doesn't matter to me. It's not like there is a vast difference… I'm only 21 and this 4-year age difference is not that big a deal, you know!" "Ahem… 22!" Howard uttered out loud, but didn't make eye contact. Colt's shoulders juggled up and down as he tried to do his best to control his laughter. He was the one who

“How old are you exactly? And don’t give me that bullshit about being twenty-five, you’re not twenty-five, my ass.” I choked a bit. How had he figured me out so fast? But I decided to roll with it. “You’re right,” I confided breathily in his mouth. “I’m nineteen, but I put that I was twenty-five on my profile because I like older guys. Real men, I mean the ones who aren’t just horndogs, won’t give you the time of day unless you’re in your twenties … so I added a few years.”

She asked in bewilderment. Havelin shook his head, tucked his hands into his pocket, and seriously responded. “I think I'm getting old. It's time to settle down.” He proclaimed with seriousness Upon hearing Havelin's response, Venus’ lips twitched. Havelin is 26 years old; what did he mean by he's getting old? If one stepped into the city, there were still a majority of men in their late thirties who were yet to marry. Moreover, Havelin has always been one of the most voted-eligible men in the country; he's not old at all. "Brother, you're not old at all; you can…”

I initiated the conversation by asking him, "Beta! I'm curious, how old are you?" He gave me a hostile look before he sighed and said, "I'm thirty years old." In all candor, I had no idea he was only thirty when I was talking to him! I mean, he appeared to have such a masculine appearance, and he seemed to be of an older age. However, in contrast to that of the ugly, horrible, and heartless alpha king thunder, his pay was considerably higher.

“Look at you. You still look the same.” I frowned. I didn’t understand what he meant. “What are you talking about? Explain yourself properly. Why are you saying I have not aged?” The man laughed in a strange way, like he was losing his mind. “Fifteen years ago we were just young adults in the army. I was newly married, Rodri was still a mama's boy, Tommy just had a new cut for the first time in his life. And boy, he was so happy about it.” The man cleared his throat. “We joined Unit Nine together. But you have not aged over thirty! Look at me! I am thirty-five now. My hair is already turning grey and my body hurts every morning.”

I yelled and turned in my seat. "Oh, have you met the douchebag yet?" He asked and I frowned. "Come on man, you don't talk about your elderly that way. That's rude, no matter what." "Elderly? The bastard and I are fûcking the same age." He said and my eyes widened in shock. Same age? As in, same twenty seven? I mean, he wasn't an old man or a middle-aged man? Twenty seven? Thrown into a disheveled state, I couldn't reply or hear what he was saying. I was going to work for someone four years younger than I am?

I answered, unsure where he was going with this. He tapped his broken pen on his knee, patiently. "And how old is he?" "He... He's 62, sir." "How old am I?" I looked at him, puzzled. I wasn't sure how old he was but I took a guess. "I... think you're in your early thirties... Sir." He nodded, "and who is the youngest richest man in this region?" "Y... You sir."

I said seriously. He smirked at me. Some of his men did too. “Do you think a million and a hundred dollars is easy breathing, dear?” I groaned frustratedly. “I know, but I really need it!” “How old are you?” “T-Twenty-one...” “Your work?” “I’m a s-server in a restaurant.”

The youngest was seventeen, the oldest was twenty five, three years older than me. We called ourselves 'the bastards'. Because, we were literally bastards. "monies would be paid into your account soon."I leaned into my cozy chair and took a long drag from my cigar, then I let the smoke trickle out of my nostrils and mouth. "meanwhile I heard that Alhaji Bubu is expecting some tanks of ale in a fortnight. " I heard some slight murmuring. I nodded slightly. "I think it's time we pay him a regular visit."I raised my brows leisurely In mischief and let smoke dribble out of my nostrils again.