Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Younger Woman Older Man

Then five years of marriage, he wants to do this to me. I turned and gave out a dry laugh, sweetheart… “Real women don't sleep with married men”. Thank your stars that you're pregnant, I would have beaten you a**. What is the matter old lady, you can't handle that he wanted someone younger and prettier than you? I am going to kick your ass, if you don't shut your mouth up this instant. What is the matter, afraid that I will kick yours instead? Oh, this young lady has a smart mouth on her, and she doesn't know who she is dealing with, a woman scorned.

the young woman greeted, trying to keep her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling inside her. The older woman raised an eyebrow, not replying immediately. Her gaze was sharp, assessing. She seemed to be weighing whether to engage or dismiss this unexpected visitor. "Who are you?" the older woman finally asked, her voice laced with suspicion. The young woman, feeling a bit more confident now that she had the older woman's attention, took a deep breath. "Just call me X. I'm here to offer you something good, in exchange for your assistance in something"

Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin. Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself. "Noah! What are you doing? Get out!" "Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?" "No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!" "So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace. She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.

“Uh…you must be just out of school or something.’ She giggled derisively. Her intention had been to faze the young woman, to make her feel unsettled, too young to satisfy the man beside her... But to her fury, the woman’s smile widened and she looked almost amused, her radiant face glowing as she looked up at Lucien. Gently, she stroked his cheek and said, almost as though she was alone in the room with her man, ‘I met Lucien when I was eighteen. He swept me off my feet. And has not stopped doing it since...’ *** Then, standing on tiptoe, she kissed her husband full on the mouth, her arms going around his neck, pulling him closer. The big Mafia Don responded immediately, eagerly. He pulled h

The older man smirks The young man circles her, “that cat should have minded his damn business. This woman is a jinx.” She rolls her eyes at them and reaches for the door. The older man grabs her hand. “Nobody has given you permission to go inside.” He’s also communicating with someone. “Your ass is lucky today. He’s waiting for you in the living room. Don’t go any further.” He opens the door. A handsome tall blonde man back is to Bresia when she enters the living room. She runs over to him and wraps her arms around him, only to be pulled off and thrown to the floor. “Why are you here?” He doesn't look at her.

At this point, he was merely relying on his instincts to turn them away. "Don't be so fierce!" The woman was persistent. She dodged his hand and pressed her breasts against his arm. She hinted, "It's late now. How lonely it'd be to spend the night alone … I can drink with you, sleep with you … How does that sound?" "Go away!" She was suddenly shoved away. Catherine frowned as she pushed the woman away. She glared at her with disdain as she hissed, "Who do you think you are, trying to hook up with him?"

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

She shook her head with a sneer. “Yes, thank you.” I bowed my head. “Children these days do not know how to show respect to their elders,” she spat. “In my days, you would have had a good spanking for such disrespect.” “It must be because old folks like you decided it was best to read romance novels than to contribute to society. It is a pity.” I shook my head. “Ah – hem –“ One of the other older women at the table who had enough of the back and forth interrupted us. “I particularly like the character of the prince. It was so refreshing to see Anna give up on chasing her useless mate and find happiness with a much better man.”

the old woman explained with a smile. The young woman went to the hunter with a towel to wipe his sweat. The hunter's hand touched her back and patted her a.ss. I was surprised. "They're... They're married?" I thought they were brother and sister. "They've only been married for three months. Please don't be surprised. It's normal for newlyweds to be intimate with each other. Is that your husband next to you?" The old woman was a little hard of hearing, so she spoke very loudly, and everyone looked at me and Manolo.

he asks as he throws the newspaper across the table and I’m greeted by a photo of us - Atlas and I, “Is this the woman you returned for?” “Hmm, I always thought she was extremely photogenic.” I grin and he huffs his annoyance. “Wow. She’s beautiful,” I subconsciously jump at his sudden voice behind me, before smiling my agreement, “She’s really my age.” He states, catching her age in the article. He doesn’t seem too surprised. I suppose he did his research. “Yeah, she’s younger than me...” “Eight years. That’s still less than our father and my mother. I guess we prefer young older women.” At his witty comment I fail to stifle my laughter and the old man glares at us over his cup of coffee.