Pretty Ricky Age Ain't Nothing But A Number นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The looks he was getting from other people shows that I'm not the only one that thinks he's the Michaelson guy Ricky was referring to. "Sooo...." Ricky drawled and I narrowed my eyes at him. He would be daring Diane to give my brother a lap dance for ninety seconds, ninety fucking seconds! Isn't that too much? I sighed, feeling uncomfortable with Ricky's challenge for Diane "You're daring Diane to give Henry a lap dance for ninety seconds..." "No.." Ricky interrupted, rubbing his palms together like he got an evil plan. What exactly is going on in his shitty head? "I am daring Diane to give you a ninety seconds lap dance" He said slowly, his smirk getting more evil.

Ricky heard the doctor said that. Consciously, he coldly glanced at the doctor who got shocked when he saw him looking at him. "You don't have to give me that drug, I'm okay now." Ricky said. He was 25 years old when Cedric killed him, and now he's 20 years old. And base to the owner's body's memories, this Daveryl is a weakling and always acted like a child who always follow Jobel. "Mr. Razon..?" The doctor glanced at the man he just mentioned.

I say as I get to the door and turn around and face him. Ricky is cute for a human but he is way to old in my book. He is in his late twenties and I am still only 16. But his dark tan skin and slick back black hair with his nice tone muscles can definitely be a turn on. I also like that he doesn’t try to hit on me like these other guys that work here. He does give me pet names but keeps his boundaries. “Yeah right you never leave early or come in late and now your doing both. I just hope he is a good man and you make him work for it.” He says as he winks at me and goes back towards the kitchen area.

That conversation left her frustrated and uneasy when Trisha made a few pointed innuendos. “What’s the big deal?” Trisha asked as they walked out to their respective cars, Rebecca’s blue Audi parked next to Trisha’s beat up red Honda. “The big deal is that he’s twenty-two, Trisha. That’s honestly gross.” “The guy at the bar was at least twenty-six. Is there a set age that’s okay?” “Yes, and it’s honestly thirty. I’m in my mid-thirties, so the guys I date should be in their thirties too.” Rebecca pulled her keys out and hit the fob, the lights coming to life as the car made a sound of awareness.

Outside, the first drop of rain fell. Then another. The sky opened quickly, heavy sheets soaking the pavement. Arielle stepped into it without opening her umbrella. She didn’t care. She scanned the street, her heart pounding wildly. “Stop hiding,” she whispered under her breath. As if summoned by frustration, her phone rang. Unknown Number. The rain blurred the screen. Her fingers hesitated. Then she answered. For a moment, there was only the sound of rain hitting pavement. Then— “You look better when you’re angry.”

Tarzan chuckled, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "You keep treating me like a boy. I am a man now. I am twenty-four." Ricardo smirked slightly, but his eyes held something bitter. "You'll always be a boy to me." Tarzan arched a brow as he finished his glass, then poured himself another. And another. Until not a single drop was left in the bottle. For a while, Ricardo just watched him in silence. "You know," he said finally, "I've seen men lie to my face a thousand times. They always think they can get away with it."

Cassandra POV: Ricky took a moment of silence before he said no to me. "But you're a bit greedy now," he added which sounded like a tease. "What do you mean by that?" I asked while half laughing. Honestly, I didn't really want to know, but his words just intrigued me. "You always waste my money buying stuff you don't need," he said with a meaningful gaze. "I never do that!" I bashfully denied it fast. "Hah... hah... hah!" He put his forefinger to my mouth, telling me to stop talking.

The party-goers were invisible to him as he was invisible to them. “Matthew.” He resisted a groan at the sound of his full name being called. “Ricky.” The short, middle-aged man with a balding sport in the middle of his head and a large scar across his nose approached the table and sat opposite him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” “I had to come by myself since you wouldn’t give Jamie any useful information,” Matt said in a hard voice. Ricky looked behind, leaned in and lowered his voice. “That is because I do not have anything useful to tell him. I already told you to put your mind at ease. I will get you what you need.”

Ricky said panting heavily. “I needed fresh air,” I explained. “Happy birthday Princess” Ricky said with a big smile on his face. “Nonna is unbelievable,” I scoffed. “My next gig is this Saturday,” Ricky announced. “The boys are really excited,” he added. "Your gigs are becoming the popular thing these days," I teased. We walked for a short distance before heading back home because I was getting tired. Ricky played his guitar for me as a birthday present, and the melody was wonderful.

The conversation somehow circled back to Vivienne, and suddenly someone spoke up, "Ricky, didn't Asher break several of your bones and send you to the hospital because of Vivienne?" Ricky, who was Lucy's boyfriend, currently held a minor position in a government department, thanks to his influential father's support. His current position was just a transition, and he would continue to climb the ladder in a few years. Ricky smiled, his once-handsome face now showing signs of bloating due to alcohol and indulgence. "Yeah, it's true. I guess I just exchanged a few words with Vivienne back then. I merely helped her when she seemed about to fall, but who would have thought Asher... he was really