An Offer From A Gentleman Novels & Stories

The man behind the desk looks up and gestures towards me to sit. "Sit down, Miss". "Good morning, Sir". I greet politely sitting down. "And you are?". "Ariel Woods. I was offered a scholarship here, I got the letter last week". I informed him. "You are welcome, we are glad that you accepted our invitation". "Its my pleasure". "Well the school has offered to take up half of the payment but a kind gentleman instead offered to pay all of your expenses and we consider accommodation as well". A kind gentleman? Who could that be ?

I managed to say and I waited for his reply but he was dead silent and for a moment, I thought he hadn't heard me but then he grunted and muttered a soft “go ahead” “They're offering $10,000. It's against the rules of the contract to go against this but the money is quite more than tempting for my employees and I don't want to deny them this last event. It's something we've hoped for so it would be a shame to let go of this opportunity” I didn't pause to breath until I was done then I sighed.

"Well. Before that is a conversation for another time." "Before that is none of your business." "No," he agreed easily. "It's his." The cold was settling into my bones now, the kind that comes after a fight, when the body realizes it's been spending faster than it should and starts issuing corrections. I breathed it in and let it help me think. "This offer," I said. "What does it look like." "A table. You, him, proper chairs. An offer made formally, received formally, and either accepted or declined." Callum spread his hands slightly, a gesture of openness that was practiced enough to be meaningless. "Everyone walks away with what they came with."

He asks, his head slightly inclined, a brow raised with curiosity seeping out of the lines on his face. “Did I stutter?” I ask. He shakes his head immediately, backing away. “I’ll let him know right away.” Sometimes I forget that the outside world is not like the Cosa Nostra; not everyone will take orders no questions asked. ~~~ “I must say once again, I’m glad you agreed to have dinner with us,” Rich Walker says with a perfectly calculated smile, eyes slowly gliding to the woman beside him before returning to me. I couldn’t care less about him, his business proposal, or his wife, when Hannah is ten minutes late.

“That sounds like a very juicy package. Can't disagree with that, right? Well, give me a day to brood over it. When I'm certain of my decision, I would come to you. If I don't agree to it, then you won't see me.” “Should I stick to your word?” “At your peril.” Declan looked unfazed, “I know my offer is good, I will also give you just a day to think over it and give me feedback before noon. If I don't get to see you, then the offer would be off the table. Thank you for your time.” With that being said, he walked out of the territory unscathed.

"The Mysterious Offer" . . “I’m not interested in your… arrangement.” He stepped closer, eyes scanning my exhausted face. “You’ve been walking all day,” he observed. “How many rejections today?” “Enough,” I snapped. “I don’t need your pity or your money.” Damon tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s not pity, little one. It’s an offer. A very generous one.” I crossed my arms. “I’m not selling my body for rent. End of discussion.”

His hands roamed over me crudely, and I spat in his face. “Get your filthy hands off me!” The slap came without warning. Sharp and deafening. “I won’t warn you again,” he snarled, gripping me harder, invading every boundary in my body. The stench clinging to him made my stomach churn. He stepped back at last. “She’s untouched. Still firm.” He tossed a thick envelope onto the ground. “That’s my offer.” The human picked it up, checked the cash inside, then grinned satisfactorily. “Pleasure doing business.”

"It's obvious, Scarlett. Don't think that people don't notice. You're just a quick fling who's managed to last longer than you were originally supposed to." "I don't know what you're talking about," I denied. "Don't play dumb with me," he shot me a cold glare. "I'm too smart for that." Oh wow, Mr. Know-it-all. I almost babbled. He continued, "How much does he give you? I'll give you double, and if it's the sex. I promise you I'll give you the best you've ever had. Or both. I'll give you both the money and the sex. That's my offer. I did my research-"

"Is there any problem, Sir?" He gently released her and stepped forward, effectively shielding her from the man's furious gaze. "Your lady friend has offended us! We're not asking for donations!" The man berated, but Jacob remained calm as he replied, "Please don't get it wrong, Sir. What Miss Goddard is offering to you is a business preposition." The man squinted, his face twisted in suspicion. "What preposition?" He growled, and Jacob resumed his explanation.

He hummed. After talking for a while, the gentleman asked, “May I propose an offer?” I nodded, listening attentively to what the sweet man had to say, “My son has left me with his four-year-old boy. I own a law firm, and sadly, my wife has long gone; would you be willing to come to work for me as a nanny?” “I don’t know,” I told him, “forgive me, sir, but I don’t even know your name.” He chuckled, the realization hitting him as well,