Arthur Lancaster was in his early forties, 43 to be exact. He always stood tall as he was 6’3. Even though he was in his early forties, despite the age gap, you found him oddly attractive and hot as hell. And why not? He was masculine, dominating without being controlling and had a feminist mindset which made him attract women towards him.

You were one of them despite being in your early twenties. Since you were not so subtle about your feelings, he knew you had a crush on him. But he was a mature man, he would rather sell his companies than get along with a woman so much younger than him.

He was very close to your father, by the way and even attended many holidays and events together so you’d see him often which you didnt mind ofcourse.

It was New Year night, and he was here at your house. Since your father was out to bring some groceries, your mother was waiting in the kitchen while you accompanied Arthur in the backyard while he was fixing the barbecue grill. You were staring at him, and definitely not being subtle which made him speak up.

“You know my tattoos are older than you.”

He spoke in amusement which was hidden but heard in his voice while he worked on the barbecue grill as if it was such a normal thing to say.