Weston Koury Age 소설 & 이야기

I nodded. “You should let me know because these are not a healthy snacks.” They both nodded. I saw baking ingredients. I wanted to make a cake for the twins when they turned seven next month. “Just get what you want, I will pay for it.” I smiled at West. “You sound like a Sugar Daddy.” His forehead creased which makes me laugh. “I may be old but still looking young.” “How old are you?” “47,” I look at him surprised. “I was 27 when my Luna died. 20 years have been passed.” He said in disbelief.

Carter groaned, leaning back on the couch. “I’m staying there for as long as you two need me.” “Oh, both of us?” Carter joked, making me shake my head, but Cain leaned closer, kissing my neck. “We can handle it,” Cain promised. “And if you do get tired, we’ll leave.” “I’m fine,” I insisted. “We’ll just try to avoid Weston as much as possible,” Carter said. “That’s going to be hard. I know you two don’t want to hear any news about him, but he’s surprisingly doing well, from what I hear. He even sent those fighters, Cain.”