An Offer From A Gentleman Novels & Stories

The moment I saw the shabby house, I just knew there was a high chance that I’d offer these hungry men money and they’ll dance to my tune. “Give us a minute..” he said and turned to his men. They lowered their heads and spoke in hushed tones. I could barely hear them, but I knew they were considering my offer. “Uhhm…” the old man cleared his throat again and turned to me. “Triple the price you say..” he pressed and I nodded. “Exactly.” “We were offered 10million. Half of it was paid first but the rest would come after the job was done.” He explained and I nodded.

Rent was due, I needed to eat, and I still needed to work to cover my debts. I was about to turn away when he suddenly leaned closer. The corner of his lips curved into a wicked smile, his voice low and teasing. "But if you want to hear it, I can call you Master." His breath brushed against my cheek, warm and close. Heat rushed to my ears. The forum page was still open on my phone. [ColdBriefs: One star review. Don't buy a merman as a partner. He's colder than a rock and always looks miserable. He's also a picky eater. Anyone know a better beastie to get?]

“We’ll need to know exactly what we’re getting into.” The man’s lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. “I’m not asking you to make a decision right now, Riccardo. I’m simply giving you the opportunity to act when the time comes. If you choose to ignore my offer, that’s your decision. But know this—the window of opportunity won’t last forever.”

He told me. “What gentleman?” I asked He shrugged. “Just a gentleman.” “What does he look like?” Jason asked. “I am not really sure, he had on a face cap and shades.” “It’s that jackass Kevin!” Jason exploded. “No, he doesn’t even know I am here. How could he?” I said. “Then who could it be?” “Maybe the people who invited us.” I suggested. “Maybe it is their welcome gift.” “You are probably right.” We drank the wine, which was very good.

He’s waiting—just like the rest of us—to see whether they’ll accept the bait. Finally, the elder guy leans forward, laying his arms on the table. His gaze latches upon Sofia, and his words are deliberate and purposeful. “It’s an intriguing offer,” he responds softly. “But you haven’t told us what you really want. What’s in it for you?”

Jada asked, being very insulted. “Jada!” Her father scolded her for her insolence. “Miss Pence, the DeRoya’s offer is very generous,” the lawyer began. “Not only are they paying all your bills, but they are providing you a nice home with servants, giving you a generous spending card and one million dollars,” he said, clarifying their offer.

Dangerously so. "I heard you're planning to build a resort . Here in Newland. Please make sure to contact us." The man in flashy clothes said again. Actually Gabriel has nothing against flashy clothes and colours but can't he at least pair them well ?? "I'm afraid I'll have to turn down the offer. Thank you for it though. We already have a constructor in mind . The only next step is awarding the contract to them. " She smiled brightly at them and motioned to one of her body guards that was standing at an arm length away from them.

The man had no doubt broken his nose and, by the splotch of red on the table, he had an idea how. "I truly apologize for that," Guilly said, rearranging his shirt. "First we bring you bad news... cos tis good news for any business owner. But for men like you, tis not so much. Then..." He spared a disgusted look at the man on the floor. "He's nephew to someone at the top. If not, I'd have had him pay for his insult the way he's meant to..." He sighed now, and he looked his age, around Groc's, no older, maybe a little younger. "I mean you no disrespect, Groc. Consider our offer and get back to me. I'll be around for a moon cycle; you know where to find me." Groc simply nodded. Guilly rose to l

“This is a good offer for you; you'll be helping me achieve my goal of becoming the CEO of this company, and you'll make a lot of money in the process.” This man surely got some nerve, spewing bullshit like this to me. “With all due respect, sir, this offer is very unprofessional, and I can never accept it,” I said with a force of determination. He laughed. That proud, amusing look in his eyes again. “Surely, Miss Scarlett, you do realise that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity served to you on a gold platter.” He continued, “Moreover, I know you really need money at this time.”

"Quick job. Ten minutes tops." I stared at her. "He's offering," she continued. "No pressure. But a hundred dollars is a hundred dollars." The man appeared behind her in the hallway. He was older, maybe fifty. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was small and sad and somehow that made it worse. "Come on baby," he said. "Just a quick suck. Your friend says you're new." I sat up on the couch. "No," I said. "I'm offering good money—"