Peak At Twenty-Five
Language: en
Austin was twenty-seven. I was thirty. He despised it when I tried to act sweet, and he hated the faint smile lines near my eyes. "Chloe, acting needy when you're twenty-two is cute. At thirty, it's just pathetic." I merely nodded. Then, I turned around and picked up a gorgeous, fresh-faced twenty-year-old boy toy. What Austin didn’t know was that men peak at twenty-five. After that, it’s all downhill. So yeah, this older woman was moving on to someone younger and fitter. Right after the film premiere, I rushed over to The Velvet Lounge without even catching my breath. Before leaving the…