The Trouble With Love: An Age Gap Romance (The Forbidden Love 1)

“Are you okay?” I ask, barely able to catch my breath.

“Yes,” he answers with a grin. “I’m perfect.”

And as his lips find their way back to mine, we exchange our “I love you’s” and promise not to map out our future on the fear of losing each other.

We’ll always have this moment, and no matter what happens from now on, no one can ever take that away from us.

Six

Will

“William Rockford Romano, why are you avoiding my calls?”

My mother’s nagging voice barrels through the speaker. For someone who’s ambitious and works long hours as a lawyer, she should understand my time during business is precious. It’s not like I sit around, scratching my ass on the couch while watching football like Dad. I own a company, one that needs my attention almost every hour of each day.

“I’m not ignoring you, Mother. I’ve been busy, that’s all.”

“Oh, cut the bullshit with me. There was a photo of you with some woman at a launch party last night in Brooklyn. Busy being a playboy, I see? The apple does not fall far from the tree.”

I snicker, having heard this a dozen times. “Dad would be proud.”

“Yes, unfortunately, your father is quite proud of your inability to settle down,” she complains, reminding me why I avoid her calls like the plague. “Now, when are you coming over for dinner? It’s been too long, and your brother misses you.”

My brother only misses me because I’m his saving grace from my parents. Having just turned fifteen, he has finally discovered girls. The little son of a bitch used me as an alibi on several occasions, and God knows what he did. I figured, let him make the mistakes for himself. I’m not his father, just the older brother with an empty apartment he conveniently brings “friends” back to when I’m at work. The last time he had done so, I found a fucking used condom in my bathroom he swears wasn’t his. Since then, I changed my passcode to my apartment and told him to hang out somewhere else.

Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I ignore the constant ping of emails coming through, knowing I have one more meeting this afternoon, which will most likely extend into after-work drinks.

“I’ll check with my assistant and get back to you.”

“Is your personal assistant still the blonde with the rather bouncy ass? Or did it conflict with your working relationship, too?”

I let out an annoyed huff, wondering why on earth I have to justify my sex life to my overbearing mother. “Of course not. She has other endeavors she wishes to pursue.”

There’s a rustle in the background, distracting Mom until I hear, “How’s my boy? Don’t tell me you let her suck your dick and then fired her?”

“Rocky!” Mom shouts, the loud sound causing me to distance the phone from my ear. “How crass of you to say that to your son.”

I let out a snicker. Dad has been crass for as long as I can remember. He doesn’t take life seriously, something I love about him. Discipline could smack him in the face, and he still wouldn’t understand the meaning of it. Unfortunately, my mother makes up for his relaxed parenting style—the complete opposite.

“Uh… no, Dad, I wouldn’t quite put it that way.”

“So, you fucked her, then?”

“Jesus Christ, go away. And why are you here?” The voices filter out before Mom tells him to fuck off, plain and simple. “Now listen, ignore your father, and please come to dinner. I miss you.”

“I will, Mom. Promise.”

We hang up the phone, my smile still lingering from Dad’s blunt yet accurate calling of my sex life. Jennifer, as she shall be named, was too hard to resist. Every single goddamn time she bent over to water the plants in my office to the low-cut blouses she wore, it was too much.

Yet, I’m a gentleman. I didn’t make a move until a work event last week in which she got drunk and offered to suck my cock. Of course, I warned her that she’d have to give up her nicely paid position by doing so.

She wanted cock more.

Who could blame her?

I got what I needed, and it wasn’t as if she was a hard worker. Her skills were less than par. But, of course, I’m down an assistant, and these temporary women filling in have been old and undesirable.

Considering I run this company, how fucking hard is it to find someone competent?