An Offer From A Gentleman Novels & Stories

the one in front with glasses said. I undid the last button on my jacket. “That would be me.” “Good.” He walked ahead of the others, stretching a hand toward me for a handshake when he closed the gap. “I hear you’re a man who doesn’t shy away from opportunity.” “Who are you?” His voice was calm, smooth—too smooth, like he had negotiated multiple business deals. I wasn’t sure yet if that was a good sign. “Someone who appreciates talent,” he said. “I’m willing to make an offer that could change your company’s future.”

they must have also done some brutal things that would almost be unspeakable to a random person but for someone like me, that is just the way of life. “Well he looks good and it looks like someone with a lot of money so I allow it”, the man said. I smirked and continued talking “ well, I thank you my gentleman for granting me an audience. Since we are in the middle of merry and cheers, I would rather not reveal my identity, but I will only propose my offer which is; that I need men, ruthless men, and men who can fight. I need ambitious men who do anything to get power just like me.”

So, the man said, ignoring the secretary's words. I held my forehead in amazement as I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. None of what was happening right now made any sense to me. Who was I that he would make such a tempting offer just like that? Unless... "I'm not having sex with you!" I said with determination. "What?!" His smile dropped and his expression changed immediately. "You heard me. I'm not having sex with you, so you can pay me $500 as your coffee maker. " "I don't do that. I'm more of a ladies' man. They come to me, not the other way around. My offer is simply because I enjoyed your coffee earlier. "

"Did he contact you?" "I got a letter." "Oh God." "Priya." "No, I'm just — okay. Okay. What did the letter say?" "That he wants to meet. That he has an offer." Priya was quiet for a moment. Then: "What kind of offer?" "He didn't specify." "Right. He wouldn't." Priya picked her phone up, then put it down, then picked it up again. "Alina, men like Adrian Voss don't make offers. They make arrangements. There's a difference. An offer is something you can say no to." She paused. "Can you say no to this one?"

An offer. From a man like him. Every instinct I had recoiled. A billionaire’s offer was never just an offer. It was a leash dressed up as generosity. I opened my mouth, already prepared to refuse. “Come work for me,” he continued, unhurried. “At my estate.” There’s no way I heard that right. I blinked. “I’m sorry?” “As a tutor.” “A tut—what?” Fuck my pathetic life.

This man was hands down gorgeous. “I am the man of my life,” I replied without missing a beat. The man smirked. “ I like your sass. I have an offer for you. I will give you 10 million dollars and you can shove some down your landlord’s throat too,” he initiated in a cryptic tone. I narrowed my eyes at him, suspiciously.

“ I understand this might be alot to take in, but you have a week maximum to decide-“ the mystery man speaks and I avert my gaze to him. “ Once the week is up, that’s it. The offer is off the table and trust that we won't bother you anymore .” “Arrogant much”. I mutter under my breath before looking up at him to catch his eyes. “ I don’t even know anything about you, more or less even know your name, and you and Mr Orton just dropped this gigantic bombshell on me and expect me to just comply?” “Where are my manners Miss Simmons?”.

he said with a smirk. I frowned. "Opportunity for what?" I asked. The strange man turned to face me fully, his expression turning serious. "To make you an offer." I raised my eyebrow in disgust, doubt clear on my face. "I'm not interested in whatever offer you have for me or whatever you're selling. Go find someone else." He chuckled. "I'm not selling anything darling," he said smoothly. "I'm proposing a deal. I’ll help you get back at your ex, and make him regret ever looking at another woman. In exchange, you pretend to be my girlfriend for the rest of this cruise."

The man with the moustache turned his long piercing gaze to me and answered in his strange manner, “I saw this gentleman for the first time today. And you too, dear lady.” I frowned, “But... how come? Why did you... er...” I waved my hand, nervously biting the inside of my cheek. “Why did I allow this dear gentleman to take all these beautiful suits and give him a purse full of gold?” I nodded hurriedly, with my mouth almost open in expectation. The man imperturbably lowered his gaze, writing something down in his invoices and saying slowly, “I liked him. And you. You’re a fine pa… company.”

“How much do you need?” “I don’t need anything.” He shrugged. “Well, how about this?” He said, passing a note toward Enzo. Enzo quickly grasped it and opened it. I didn’t have to see what was written inside. Enzo’s reaction said it all. “That’s a generous offer, Mr Dalton, but I’m afraid I have to turn it down.” Trent looked visibly taken aback, not expecting that response. He perhaps thought he made an insane deal that nobody would refuse.