Gentleman Novels & Stories

They dared to ruin my day and then show up here as if they had done nothing wrong. The older gentleman looked over his right shoulder at me. Beamed brightly. He looked a lot like Rafael, with his dark skin and endless dark eyes. His shoulders were broad as well. Frame large and imposing. But he was even gentle with the teacup in front of him. Placed it down by setting his pinky down first and then the cup. A giant who was keenly aware of the havoc he could wreak. Mrs. Parades stopped in front of him. Placed a kiss on his cheek and moved away so that he could get a better view of me. I unclenched my fists. Knotted my hands together in front of myself. Forced a

He buttons his blazer slowly, his smile never wavering. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he says, his voice calm, almost teasing. “A simple gesture. A gentleman sees a lady shopping, he pays the bill. Isn’t that tradition?” Bianca’s laugh is short, brittle, and humorless. “A gentleman?” She folds her arms, her diamond bracelet glinting under the boutique lights. “You’re many things, Wade, but let’s not insult words by twisting them into masks they’ll never wear.” He tilts his head, unbothered by the insult. “Harsh. I’ll take that as your way of saying thank you.”

I hear him grumble something as he slams his door closed, but I don’t care what it is. My bit of divine intervention is still making his way to me. At the same speed as before, but his posture has relaxed. Even from here, I can smell his sporty cologne. Something between lemons and linen. When he finally reaches me, he lowers his shoulders and head so he's on my level. Not to tower over me as Greaser Boy tried to. “Are you all right, miss?” he asks. Though I’ve had a lot of men in my life put on an act of being the one who put gentle into gentleman, this doesn’t seem to be an act. This young

He whispered She hit his chest playfully, " Stop acting like a gentle man,it doesn't suit you " She said " Am a gentle man,you just doesn't seem to know that. You want me to show you what a gentle man is??" " What ??" He released her and smiled,, " You really want to know?? " he asked again " Tell me,," " On The bed not here " He said " What?!!!!! That's not gonna happen,am still mad at you " She snapped and moved away trying to take off her dress.

With a single motion, he pulls them down so that I’m naked. “Make yourself wet.” For a moment, I don’t speak as I try to understand what it is that he wants, and when I finally do, I can’t help but be impressed. It seemed that Mr. Gentleman had a kinky side. “Won’t that mean you won’t be able to have any fun?” I ask, slowly pulling my wrist free of his hold. “Or do you have a thing for watching women play with themselves?” I had to admit, it was pretty fucking hot to picture William watching me while I masturbated. I could just see the look of hunger in his dark eyes as I did it. It was definitely enticing.

Standing alone in the shadow of a column is a tall, older gentleman. His silver hair is trimmed with precise neatness, and a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses rest over a pair of deep, piercing blue eyes. His facial expression is incredibly intimidating, a mask of unyielding, aristocratic judgment that seems designed to dominate a room like this. He is slowly sipping from a crystal tumbler of dark whiskey, a single, large artisanal ice cube clinking against the glass. As we close the distance, his eyes narrow, analyzing my approach like a predator evaluating a threat.

” “I know, you are answering back to me.” “Hmmm you have to be gentleman and it is very far from the word pervert Jeoff. I saw on your etiquette you are even better with girl. Your manners? It depend s on your mood. All of the girls want a man who is respectful. Classy and a real gentleman. “ “I’m a gentleman Lily, you already define that a while ago.” “Is it really true?” “Yes why?” “I am not convinced yet.” “For you to be convinced, what should I do?”

The groom's groomsmen are early checking for tomorrow's event. "Sir, according to our cleaners, they didn't find anything in your room. I will just ask the new guests checking in there, and I will call you with an update." "Okay, miss. I still have a meeting to catch up. Here are my contact details. Just call me." "Okay, sir." The attendant feels giddy after accepting the man's phone card. Gerald has already turned his back before the lady shows her excitement, which her companion there giggles too. Who wouldn't fall for a rich man who is still incredibly handsome even after going through a lot of stress in life?

“Stay there, Jolene.” “Erm, why?” “Because I’m going to open your door for you.” “Oh.” She’d been so taken aback, she’d just sat there still holding the door handle, and watched him walk around the van and open her door with a flourish. He’d bowed. “M’lady.” “M’gentleman,” she’d rejoined and regally taken his outstretched hand. “So polite.” “Well, I have lots of time to make up for,” he’d said as they’d walked up to her soon-to-be-former home. “I need to be nice to you, because God knows I’ve been far from polite or nice for far too long.”

The man in his early fifties, the one Elizabeth had been whispering to earlier, walked toward Amber, keeping a polite gesture fixed carefully across his face, the kind of practiced blankness that came from decades spent serving people who never once thought to ask how he truly felt about anything. His shoes made no sound against the marble, trained by years of service to move like a shadow through rooms far grander than any home he'd ever owned. "Mr. Cornell Winchester sends his regards." The man — Mr. Hoffman, the Winchesters' longtime butler, said, bending slightly at the waist in a bow.