An Offer From A Gentleman Novels & Stories

The man, a middle-aged businessman with a nervous demeanor, glanced around as if expecting someone to recognize him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, contacting me after all these years,” he said, his voice low. Emma smiled sweetly. “I have an offer you can’t refuse. Your story, your name in the press—how does that sound?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s in it for me?” Emma leaned closer, her tone silky. “Money. A lot of it. Plus the chance to bring Edward Vanderbilt to his knees. All you have to do is tell your side of the story.”

Gentel said with a look of offence on her face. "Instead of trying to ward me off, why don't you ask why I've come to see you," She said. "What do you want? Why have you come here?" Josh asked, trying his best to keep his cool. "There! Isn't that better? I've come to make you an offer. I went to your lady just yesterday but she chased me away before I could make her my offer so I thought; why not come to the man in the relationship and make him the offer instead?" Gentel said.

Their brows lifted, clearly not expecting that. Mrs. Ashford scurried forward with a forced laugh. “Gentlemen, she’s a bit… spirited.” The tallest of the three men stepped forward. “None of us,” he said calmly. “We’re here on behalf of our boss.” My jaw tensed. “Right. Because it’s completely normal to sell a woman off to a faceless stranger.” “He prefers discretion,” the man said smoothly. “You’ll understand in time.” “Can I at least see a photo? A name? Maybe make sure I’m not marrying some ancient fossil or a serial killer?”

He swiftly cleared his throat and announced, “Is there anyone else? Is 20 million the ultimate offer?” No one responded; neither did Father, nor did Vivian. She appeared to be at her lowest, yet she swiftly concealed it behind a cheerful facade. “20 million going once, going twice,” he rang the bell. “It’s settled. Kindly ensure that the item is delivered to the esteemed gentleman.”

Massimo was clearly annoyed—and about to do something dangerous, if Elena's gut was right. The subject of Massimo's ire was a wealthy businessman. Though the stranger had his back towards Elena, she could make out the expensive fabric of his tailored suit—as well as glimpses of a fancy watch whenever the man waved his left arm about. His voice, too, was loud—like he wasn't used to being ignored or turned down. "It's a good business opportunity," the stranger said. "This is a one-of-a-kind offer, and—" "So you've said," Massimo cut off, voice strained with frustration. "Multiple times now. So for the last time, I'll tell you I'm not interested in whatever bullshit scam you're running—"

asked Gerard lightly. "As you can imagine, I will do whatever it takes to get you to accept the offer." Mehlev downed his drink quickly. The large rings on his hands clashed with each other. His stocky, tanned fingers looked like chocolate wrapped in gold. "You know, I don't care for threats like that. But, I will consider your offer if you tell me who ordered it." Mehlev laughed. "You're not in a position to negotiate, man!" "I'm serious, Mr. Audre Mehlev!" Gerard hissed, this time stifled and annoyed.

"You know, your father would have jumped at my offer. The fact you haven't either means you're confident in your kingdom's infrastructure, or you're just... foolish." I smile cooly. "Careful." He looks away. "What I'm saying is, consider this offer." His eyes meet mine again. "Among other things, I would like to have you for a son-in-law. It's not often I come across a man who I consider a worthy opponent." I smile sardonically. "And it's not everyday I come across a man who has the guts to insult me in my own home." He laughs. The sound is rusty. "Yes. Let's drink to that."

He carried a briefcase in one hand and wore an unreadable expression on his face. “Yes?” I replied hesitantly, pulling my soaked coat tighter around my body. “I’m Mr. Clark. I represent Mr. Alexander Blackwood.” For a moment, I wondered if the cold had gotten to my head and I was hearing things. “Blackwood?” I repeated slowly, frowning. “As in… the billionaire Alexander Blackwood?” He gave a small nod. “Yes. Mr. Blackwood has sent you with an offer.” I blinked, confused. “You must be mistaken. I don’t know Mr. Blackwood.”

“You’re Mr. Broker?” “Surprise.” His grin widened. “I just got back into the country.” I swallowed hard. “Does your family know?” His eyes darkened. “Not yet, I have an offer for you Emma.” He said. My pulse spiked. “What offer?” “Would you work for me?” He asked. I smirked “I am sorry Lucas but I have to turn down your offer.” “You can’t, I promised to propose to you once I am back, does it still stand?” Lucas asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

He said and leaned back on the bed. "Ew. No. Thanks for the offer, but no. Leave, please" I said, flushing again. This man seems to know the things to say that'd get me hot and bothered. "Aw, come on. Don't deprive me of this, seeing you like this just makes me want to eat you up, but I won't do that because I'm a gentleman of course" I laughed out loud at his use of the word gentleman to describe himself. Everyone knows Nate Jones is the furthest thing from a gentleman.