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I've even made posts on Reddit searching for older men but I rarely get a response.
Igor is my older brother by three years. He's been my mentor since I was twelve and he's taken my side on more conflicts with my father than I can count.
If I leave a family fatherless, so be it. I'm a cold, hard, ruthless bastard. I don't give a shit.
Christian Price. A freshman at the City University of New York next fall. He lives alone with his roommate in the Bronx and is interested in cats, social media marketing, and dinosaurs, in no particular order. He's not twenty-one. He's nineteen.
"You know, I'm trying to blackmail you, but you're not making it easy."
"I'm two decades older than you,” I growl. "They'll never believe we're dating."
"Age gap relationships are more accepted in Russia than in the United States. Your friends won't buy it for an instant. My family expects it."
The last time I held a sweet baby boy in my arms I was finishing up my senior year in college seventeen years ago. I was twenty-two and Jonah, my boyfriend, was twenty.
Winter in New York is pretty much like winter in Antarctica but without the Penguins.
Karter is a New York transplant who originally hails from Wisconsin. He's barely eighteen and he's the sweetest boy I've ever met. He lives with his grandma and has a passion for helping small animals recover from scary situations.
"You guys are pretty adorable for being Mafia, ya know." "I can't comment on that." I roll my eyes. "You are Mafia, right?" Nikolai's given me enough hints to know that his story of being a business magnate is at least partially false. I'm putting my money on Mafia. "We may or may not lead a life of crime," he says evasively. "Mafia, confirmed." "Mafia, neither confirmed nor denied. Any conclusion you draw at this point is pure speculation on your part." "You're not in court, babe."
Christian crashed into my life like a glitter bath bomb.
