Anthony Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Her father introduced. She inhaled a deep breath of courage as she stepped close to that angle. She could make out the color of his eyes. A deep brown eyes, like the colour of whiskey on ice coupled with thick and dark lashes. He's just a man, she reminded herself. One of the Spencers. Sebastian looks like he's in his early thirties. A warm of recognition ran down her spine as she met his gaze. She felt the urge to avert my eyes and focus on his blue tie instead. The tone of her voice was as polite as she could make it sound.

He speaks to me. I turn around and see a handsome man; his look is almost as identical to Dominic's but younger, and his eyes are blue. Dominic has a brown one. "I'm sorry, I'm waiting for Dominic to return from his call and get carried away looking at your house and your name, Mister?" "Anthony. It's Anthony to you; no need to call me Mister. So, you are the girl that everyone keeps talking about in the charity ballroom." "What do you mean?" "Everyone keeps saying that Dominic brings a pretty girl. It's rare, and I must say you are gorgeous." He takes my hand and kisses it.

"What would you say if I told you I want to marry you?" My breath hitches and I let out a gasp. My hand flies to my chest as I almost choke on the cold water. I do a double take as my vocal pitch rises as I somehow utter the words. "Marry you?" He crosses his arms on his chest, smiling brightly from ear to ear. "Yes, please do me the favour of marrying me tonight, Dawn Brooks. I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you." My fingers touch my throat as I slowly massage the top of my chest. I watch his eyes hook on the motion of my hands as I spread my fingers out in a fan against the breastbone to calm myself down.

Anthony said, extending a handshake. Adam accepted the hand. “Ah, I know you. The Ninth Realm of Woodlands? Best actor. I saw your film.” Anthony grinned, seemingly pleased that Adam recognized him. “Wow, thank you. Yes, that’s me. It’s an honor to meet you here. And this is Myra. My fiancée.” He introduced the beautiful short-haired brunette in a black gown next to him. Myra also offered a polite smile and a nod. So, Anthony must be a close family friend.

Angela's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “An..Angela” she replied as if she had choked after swallowing a fly. “Oh! Nice to meet you, Angela”. “You must be…” “Breanna Armstrong, yea , the one that Antonio died for in the movie, his talent is superb , who would believe this cold prince would turn to a perfect different character on the screen,he never kissed me..and now I can say he tastes just how he looks. Also I dated him for two weeks and believe me, he is only good on the outside,inside not much”.

"Don't tell me that you don't care about scandals and gossip. This was just your first date with Sebastian. There'll be more to come. He's a good man, raised by me. Go to him." I try to control the wobbling of my lips and fail miserably. "I don't care about scandals or gossip when faced with the brutal reality that I'll lose you." Something shifts in his gaze. "But I do care. I'm Anthony Crosswalk and I know what I had to face to come up." "Anthony, please don't do this." He looks at me and pries my hands off his shirt. "Desperate doesn't suit you. But it seems like my cock can get hard for sluts too."

“This is… well, I didn’t sign up for this just to get fancy clothes.” Sevi chuckled, unfazed. “I know, Bridgette. But if we’re going to play the part convincingly, then we need to commit to it fully. My father is a man who notices every detail, and nothing says ‘fiancée’ quite like someone who looks, well, spoiled.” “I don’t need to be spoiled,” I retorted, though his logic started to sink in. If I was going to fool a man like Antonio Reynolds, I’d have to look the part.

“You always know the right things to say, Enny. You're the best friend ever.” She pulled me into a hug and I patted her head softly. I was just happy that she was okay but there was no way I was going to forgive Eliot for what he just did. Bridget took another tissue from the box and dabbed her eyes gently as she tried to blot the mascara that had spread all around her eyes and giving her a wicked goth girl look. “So tell me, what has been going on between you and Anthony?” She asked, catching me off guard as I looked at her in shock.

She really didn't know what Anthony said to her family to make Brad and Patrick agree to this marriage. "You sure know how to defend her. But do you even know what kind of person she is? I heard she was even trying to look into the heir of Royal Financial Group." Nora sneered. She then said, "They wouldn't even bother looking at you when you were still 'pure.' Now that all those scandals have been exposed, you can forget about it! "I think Anthony is great. His background might be average, but he's very talented and well-educated. He's more than enough for you."

I pulled out fast, letting my hand finish the job, pumping furiously until hot streams shot across her stomach. I still had my cock in my hand as I raised my head, lo and behold, and there was Anthony, staring at us, his silhouette was difficult to not recognize. I froze and I felt my chest drop into ice. Almost immediately, Beatrice followed my gaze, titling her head, and the second her eyes landed on him she scrambled off the counter like she’d been burned, grabbing her t-shirt and wearing it without hesitation. “Anthony—” she started, but he stormed out, fury written all over him.