Age is Just a Number!

Age is Just a Number- Chapter 1

Hey, guys this is my first story, and I'm very new at this. However I hope you like it. Feel free to leave comments and or vote. This story is a romance and will have a bit of adult content later on so please be aware. Anyways, please read on and if you want me to read your story I will do so! Thank you for reading my story.

-------------age is just a number: chapter 1.

"Carli, wake up honey. Carli, come on Hun, wake up!"

My bed shook and I groaned out in crankiness.

"Mom, I am up! You can stop shaking my bed now!" I snapped at my mother who was opening my curtains. The bright June sun flooded through the windows and I brought my hands to my eyes.

"Oh Carli! You're such a drama queen. Now come on girly, it's evelven in the morning. Your father called and he wants to have lunch. He said he's bringing along some friends he's become aquainted with at work. Now get ready, I know you're hungry." My mom ran her hands through her strawberry blonde shoulder length hair and stared at me intently with her green eyes. I groaned again, and nodded my head. " Fine, I'll get ready mum."

And with that my mom rose her prominent cheek bones and smiled, and I lifted my body out of my bed dragged myself into my restroom and slammed the door.

I took a 15 minute shower, grooming my legs so that I would look presentable in some summer shorts. I then hopped out and cleaned the foggy mirror and looked at my reflection. I always got compliments on my appearance and I've been told I was naturally beautiful but I've never agreed. I had high russian decent cheekbones,light hazel eyes, Mexican tan skin, long auburn hair, long eyelashes, long legs, small lips, big eyes, and a small rounded nose. The last thing when I looked at myself was beautiful. I ignored my feelings of my flaws though and started to put some moose in my hair, I felt like showing my beachy waves today. I put on some makeup, making sure to apply mascara to my already long lashes. Then I aprroached my closet, I chose some rather humble shorts and a halter top to fit my 5'4 frame. I put some flip flops on, and went downstairs.

I was ready for this horrible lunch to begin.

I entered the food court of the mall, and was greeted by my dad. I hugged him, not being able to fit 2 hands over his stocky but handsome frame. He smiled his joyous smile, and his dark brown eyes glistened. I said hi and sat down. I began fiddling with my phone waiting to have my order taken when a figure in a suit approached the table. " hey, William, sorry I'm late. Boss had to tell me and Fred something." my eyes flittered up to the man in front of me. He had a broad jawline, small but plump lips that looked kissable, muscles that shone through his Izod polo and brown hair so dark it mixed with his light Italian complection. My hazel eyes melted in with his when he met mine, and my 15 year old body had tingles going through it.