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“He’s almost done though, isn’t he?” “Kind of.” I put both hands on my stomach. The eight-year age difference between Weston and I made it so we never really hung out like I did with my other brothers, but the fact that we’re the only two with kids—well, soon to be a kid for me—is bonding. Wes is the most responsible out of all of us, myself included, and says it like it is with no sugarcoating. He’ll be a good one to run this Boston issue by. Jackson runs over, jumping onto me. His knee gets me in the gut and I gasp from pain.

"LeRoy, go say 'good morning' to her. She's like your big aunty henceforth, okay?" Big aunty? Did they know what they were saying and who they were saying that too? Just how old was he? He looked at most Alpha Weston's age but with his attitude, she knew he was younger than that. Her best guess was twenty-seven. That was a four year age gap. That wasn't too bad but when they say it like that, it made a little embarrassed and she cursed herself a little. She felt like a pervert. How could the moon goddess pair her with someone she was older than?

There was nothing he could do but stand there and listen. "I want to thank everyone for being present and all our audience that's watching this at home. I want to ask the news press, please don't ask any question at this time. I’m here today to let everyone know, I, the CEO of Weston World Inc. Adonis Weston did get married. I married a very beautiful young lady who is my friend and someone I sincerely love from the state of California. Dear can you come up please.” The cameras flashed!

said Cody, eyeing him suspiciously. "Mom and dad brought home a girl. She's lost her parents and will live with us from now on. She gets to my nerves, " said Weston, licking the glaze off his fingers. "You're so lucky, man. Is she hot?" Asked Cody, feeling excited hearing the news. "Don't even think about it. She's just twelve," glared Weston, his eyes flashing out a warning to Cody. "Okay, let's share her when she grows up," suggested Cody. Weston stood up and glared at him, his face flushing red with anger.

"Hey fellas." "Charlie!" They cheered. "Have you finally told him Chel? Is that the reason why you guys are making babies?" Weston asked, his eyes show pure fascination. What? "You finally grew some balls!" Northon winked, "Not the one in front though." What...? "Don't go 'full PDA' mode on us, alright?" Easton muttered, flicking his glasses. What?! And to think that these kids are 12 years old. "Shut up, you twats." I chuckled as we went inside their house.

Weston replied, "Unfortunately, Fred will not be going home with me just yet. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to look after Fred for a little longer. When he decides that he wants to go to Lanford, I'll come fetch him. Of course, I'll cover all the expenses for his stay with the Valor family." Jackson raised his eyebrows. If Weston wanted to pay for his son's expenses, Jackson had no reason to refuse. After their conversation, both men returned to their respective cars and drove away in opposite directions. Serenity was surprised to hear about the encounter with Weston from Jackson that evening. "What? Fred is Weston Stanton's son? Are you sure?" The prestigious Stanton family was well-k

“She took Lucas from me.” “So what…you’re going after….what’s his name, Aaron West?…..” Her eyes follow me frantically as I plant myself in front of my mirror and I make a satisfactory smile. “Oh no Roxy, he’s too old for you.” She nearly cried. “Professor McLain turns 38 this year, so that puts Aaron West around the same age. Besides he didn’t look all that old….” My mind partially drifts to the man who nearly ran me over with his car, and how fast my heart raced when he touched me, and then he scolded me and implied he would spank me.

“Goodnight, Meryn.” “Night,” I mumble and stare up at the ceiling. I’m not sleepy at all and don’t think I can fall asleep while lying beside Weston Avery, of all people. He is also naked. ...and one a few inches away from me. I slowly turn my head, jumping when Weston suddenly reaches out his hand to turn off the light. He chuckles. “Sorry. Did that scare you?” “It was very sudden.” He chuckles again. “Sorry... hey, out of curiosity, when do you turn eighteen?”

“He’s almost done though, isn’t he?” “Kind of.” I put both hands on my stomach. The eight-year age difference between Weston and I made it so we never really hung out like I did with my other brothers, but the fact that we’re the only two with kids—well, soon to be a kid for me—is bonding. Wes is the most responsible out of all of us, myself included, and says it like it is with no sugarcoating. He’ll be a good one to run this Boston issue by. Jackson runs over, jumping onto me. His knee gets me in the gut and I gasp from pain.

Victor Weston Age: 26 Occupation: Heir (Playboy) Personality: Arrogant, demanding, flirtatious, crude Interests: Drinking, women, movies Dislikes: following orders, books, sleeping alone. Frequency: Approximately twice a month. Victor is, so far, the most troublesome of Mr. Weston's personalities. He considers himself a modern-day playboy and prides himself on his ways with women. He is never allowed to be left alone with any females that enter the house, and they should be denied admittance on the days he appears, if possible.