Older Woman Younger Man Romance Novels & Stories

“I think you want me too.” My mouth opened again, and I almost said something - what, I didn’t know. Whether I was about to deny it or admit it or fall into his arms again, I’ll never know, because at that very moment, an older woman swooped in from the side, practically swooning as she cooed, “Oh, I just love how the fire of your marriage is still burning hot after all this time!” Alexander dropped his hand and turned toward her, his face schooled into polite amusement.

Gianna's POV We broke apart, both breathing hard. Dante's entire body went rigid with frustration. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, then louder, "Not now, Marco." But it was too late. An older couple was already approaching from the villa, both beaming with genuine joy. The man was much older, with grey hair and warm brown eyes. The woman beside him was petite, with kind features and graying hair as well, pulled back in a neat bun.

my mom said softly, pulling my arm as we stepped toward the door. We stepped inside the furnished office, only to meet a handsome older man sitting behind a polished desk. The second my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, with striking eyes, styled hair, and a groomed beard that gave him an authoritative charm. Despite the horror of my situation, and even with my mom standing right beside me holding my hand, I couldn't help but find him attractive. A sudden wave of heat flushed across my skin, making my heart race for an entirely different reason.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. I know you don't know me and I don't have the right to interfere with Romana's decision but... It would be better if you stay here. You possibly come from far away." The man named Roman patted his shoulder and then smiled sparingly. "We can't, Bro. Thank you for your concern but my sister won't agree to us staying here any longer." The old man simply wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. From the old man's behavior, he knew that he really wanted to see his former lover. "Please just say to her that I love her and her Mommy very much. Every day, I'm regretting what I did to them," the old man said hoarsely.

she said and called out to her granddaughter. I looked at Matteo and he is just there standing awkwardly, not knowing how to react. Her granddaughter asked for the camera and Matteo hesitantly handed it to her. Matteo stood awkwardly beside me as the lens are focused on us. "Do you two hate each other? Young man place your arm around her waist. At least, be romantic," The old man joked at Matteo. Matteo looked at me, not knowing if he should follow or not. I nodded, letting him know that it is fine, just so we could get over this situation. Matteo moved closer to me, slid his arm around my waist.

If they have enough, they will leave. But this woman, however, is devoted to him, never willing to spend the night with other men, even if the money is higher. Instead of spending time with the old woman at home, it's better to be with this woman every night. Mr. Chen is the youngest man among them. At most, he is only 40 years old, at least much younger than the old man sitting beside her. "Miss light, would you like to have a snack with me?" The old man's hand is not restless but also not too presumptuous, he moved his hand towards her shoulder.

The old lady said. Mukgu then smiled and was convinced by her. The old lady looked at the straight path. Mukgu was still watching her. “You know, I have my husband and we grew old together.” The old lady opened up. Mukgu gaped. “Wow! Really?” The old lady nodded and looked at Mukgu. “Yes, in fact, he is waiting for me now! I’m so happy!” The old lady giggled and smiled. Mukgu watched her smiling and she also smiled at the same time. “At this age, I am still in love with my husband. We are both old people but we are still so in love.” She added.

"Deep down, I am a person who likes romantic gestures more. For example, you can give me a bunch of flowers every morning. It doesn't matter if it's roses, daisies, carnations, or lilies. Wildflowers which are unable to be recognized by names are fine as well. I can even not have any food as long as I have the scent of flowers. Haha. Are you thinking that a fifty-year-old woman like me is a little unreasonable? But I just like flowers!" "No, no, no, nothing like that, Gloria." James was suddenly overjoyed. He suddenly understood that he managed to maintain his composure and put on airs, but the old woman could no longer keep calm anymore. As expected, it's actually easier for older women to

The lady beside the man said, and the man chuckled. “Why, honey, don’t I take care of you?” The old man asked, feeling offended, though, from his smiling face, they could say they were only teasing each other. “You do, once in a year, or maybe a decade.” The old lady said and noticing their banter Janet felt so warm a radiant smile formed on her face. even after so many years, their love looked so fresh. She couldn’t imagine how loving they were at their young age when they were so lovely at this age.

“And this is my fiancée, Hana Verlice.” “Oh, she’s as pretty as the news says,” the elderly woman said with a bright smile. She had to be close to eighty. “You did well, Elijah. Now I don’t feel so bad you didn’t end up with my granddaughter. But do let me know if it doesn’t work out — the offer still stands.” She laughed at her own words, and her husband gave her a light nudge, silently telling her to stop. The smile on Hana’s lips faltered. Her fingers pressed harder around Elijah’s arm.