An Offer From A Gentleman Novels & Stories

I'll wait. One with a long, fat cigar, the other with a short glass of peaty malt in their hands; the two gentlemen—heads of their respective companies—were now ready to discuss their fifty-million-dollar deal, at 8 o'clock in the morning. "Gina is coming to Portland to present our offer." "Ok. Is everything in order?" "Yes. You'll have your fifty percent discount over six years. Gina has put two schemes together for you to choose from." "All right. I haven't seen them, but that doesn't matter."

"It's from Damian." "Why in the world would he think you'll go to the islands? Did he lose his godd*mn mind?" I handed Ethan the letter. "He said he has an offer for me, but he only wants to speak to me. He understands if I am accompanied by a small number of guards, but he most definitely does not want to see you or Talon with me, or else the offer is off the table." Ethan's eyes widened at that last sentence. "He also said that to show his sincerity, he would present us a gift."

He asked with a raised brow, his tone steady and commanding. “Do you perhaps have to be so direct with your request? Maybe if you acted more like a gentleman, a woman might just give in to your request,” I replied . He let out a small scoff, tilting his head as he said, “Except I am not a gentleman, and I am not good with persuasion. I simply offer what needs to be offered in order to get exactly what I need.” He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing before asking, “What would it take for you to give me exactly what I truly desire?”

Focus, Emilia. “Why am I here?” I asked, needing to ground myself in something that wasn’t the fact that this man looked like every forbidden fantasy I’d ever had. He didn’t answer immediately. He turned to me, face unreadable. “I have an offer for you.” The air left my lungs. An offer? I blinked, unsure I heard him right. “…What offer?”

He eyes me for a moment, giving my quivering self a lazy glance from my head to my toes and back. “Let's hear it.” He puts the lighter into his pocket. “Hear what?” I turned to my side as if trying to get the sound of a nearby movement, maybe from the stream. Note: nothing was interesting about the lovely stream anymore. “You’ve asked me to hold on, which, out of the goodness of my heart, I did,” This bastard was really speaking of ‘goodness.’“And I'm sure you have an offer to back that up.” “I think of anything to offer you.” I said as I raked my mind for any tangible offer I could give this man that didn't already have it in abundance.

"I'll appreciate it if this offer is given to someone else that needs it!" The man wasn't surprised at her reply he appeared as though he was expecting such a reply from her. He maintained his resilience, his lips stretching out slowly in a smile again - his unusual warm smile as before. "I don't think anyone else needs this like you do, Mi Lady." He told her, his voice sounding as though he was trying to convince her to take the offer. "-and I suggest you reconsider this before it's too late." Sarah was crossed. Who is this man to decide what's the best for her or not? His words bruised her ego, making her feel little and small before him - maybe before such an amount of money and a life-ch

Thus, I fought the urge to visibly show my disgust to the world while he lingered there longer than they should have. "Since my uncle will not show as always, I can be generous enough to hunt down a few games in your name," he announced like he was doing me a favor. The hall began to cheer, seeing it as a great gesture on his part. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "My offer still stands though. You are a beautiful woman and it will be a shame for you to just waste away by his side. If you ever need a real man's touch other than that monster's, you can always come to me and I will give you a good time."

For half a second, the offer felt like a lifeline thrown into deep water, but then the rest of my reality crashed over me—the way another rich man had stepped in as my knight in shining armor, only to reveal an agenda underneath. The warmth dissipated as quickly as it had arrived, and I declined the offer. Instead, I asked, “Did you eavesdrop on me?” Leland’s expression shifted immediately. “No. I just happened to overhear when I came in. LeeAnna had just told me she found you packing, and I was on my way to you when I saw you. I wasn’t trying to listen.” “Thank you for the offer. But I’ve already found a place.” “Then cancel it,” he said, stepping closer. “Come stay with us. I promise it’s

"A gentleman? What kind of gentleman? Do you have his contract information? Or can you find him?' It was evident that Stella's series of questions caused the young delivery man to pause. He was stunned for a while before he lowered his head and fell into deep thought. "The gentleman just ordered flowers the day before yesterday. He seemed to have a good temperament. At a first glance, he looks like a rich man, but he is a little old, probably middle-aged. He paid for a month's worth of hyacinth bouquets and told me to deliver them to you. Then, he left. I don't have his contract information," the young delivery man said.

"Sir, it's not about my patience. It's that I made a mistake, and I don't think you'll trust me again." "I have no other option, which is why I'm making you this offer. We'll talk tomorrow." He gave her a small pat on the arm and a beautiful smile. She stared at him, hypnotized. He had touched her, and it sent shivers down her spine. For her, Edward was that kind of highly desirable man, and just the touch of his hand had made her skin tingle. "Wow, friend! I didn't know you were friends with the millionaire," Rachell nudged Johanne.