Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

“You’re wrong.“ He holds my gaze, refusing to look away. “You do still love me. I know you do.“ He reaches out to touch my arm, desperate and almost pleading. His touch is gentle-almost hesitant, as if he's afraid i might pull away at any moment. But I don’t, he lets his fingers linger there on my arm—fingers tracing the bare skin of my wrist in a slow, gentle gesture.His soft touch sends a shock of electricity down my body.His eyes burn with something that can only be described as desperation, and he doesn't even try to hide it this time. “You still feel it, don't you? That spark… that connection, like it's never gone away. Because it's still there. I know it is.“

"I'll wager your lady is not half as lovely as you." A husky male voice startled Marguerite out of her thoughts. She turned to see a blond, well-groomed gentleman, probably in his late thirties, coming toward her. The man was handsome in an uncultivated sort of way, but his lecherous gaze and his wicked smirk made her flesh crawl. "Pardon?" Taking a hasty step back, nearly flinched when the man's gaze flicked over her, assessing her small, slender figure. "I would hate to see such a beauty like you waste your gift in a menial job. With me, you have endless possibilities."

“Listen Molly, I hardly go after a girl, they come after me. Womanizers woo the girls, have sex with them then dump them. I, on the other hand, mind my business and they approach me, their eyes and body language telling me what they want. And as a true gentleman, I can’t see a damsel in distress and not rescue her, my ancestors will be disappointed in me if I do that.” “I see,” I nodded, “I figured it out.” “Have you now,” he smiled, raising an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight like tiny stars. “Yes, you are…a man whore.” Adrian laughed, he ran his fingers through his wet hair, still laughing. “No, no I’m not,” he denied, “what I am is a true gentleman, I am always at my lady’s se

I would not even bother mingling with someone from the gang and she had the audacity to dump him without even a notice. Desiree shrugged and said, “You are still thinking about that? I guess I never really left your mind just like how you never did from mine.” She winked playfully at him. As a man who was good at studying another man, I could say that Toby lost it at that wink, it looked like that guy really had a hots for her. He kept a stern face and said, “You used me, Desiree. You used my body, my connections and when you were done, you just left.”

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

Ying nodded in understanding and walked away. “Who was that man that just came here? Is he your lover? He’s so handsome” They all asked one question after the other and it was difficult for Desire to answer them all. They hadn’t even allowed her to move an inch or sit. They all were eager to hear her story. “He’s not my lover and don’t let our master hear you say that. He’s our master’s very good friend and he’s a nice person but no, he’s not my lover” Desire explained strictly and the girls nodded.

“You don’t seem to know anyone here. I saw you talking with Mr. Bruno earlier, which suggests you might have some connection. He probably got you in.” “I know him,” I admit. “Alright,” he says, nodding slightly. “So, why are you really here?” “I wanted to be around people like you,” I say. “People I admire. People I envy. Wealthy individuals.” “Is that the truth, Desiree?” “Yes,” I answer. “Is it really?” “Yes.” “One last time, and I don’t like liars. Is that why you’re here?” This man. He just can’t let it go. He probably wants to see me cry. I can see the challenge in his eyes, the way he’s waiting for me to crumble. Wait, would crying work? Is crying seductive?

She begged and he sat down, she sat on his lap and cleared her throat. “So, what do you want to know?” She asked with a smile and Draven stared at her for a few seconds before turning to the blueprints. “Why did you say I will get caught according to that plan?” He asked and she smiled before turning to the prints. “Okay, pay attention. The first thing you should know about Mr Harrison’s Noble’s Building is that it looks huge on the outside but inside it is not. He only opens it twice a week. Firstly, a day for the cleaning of the building by his most trusted workers and secondly, the day he sells some of his jewels. There are only certain people he lets into this building for the purchase.”

He genuinely wants me, and tonight, he's going to seduce me. I should demand to be taken back to my room, but the bored, tired and very attracted to my mate part of me wants to see how far this is going to go. "You're greatly overestimating how much I want you," I note, tracking him with my gaze as he approaches me. He has this arrogant slant to his lips, slowly pulling off his gloves. "Am I?" My teeth clench together to the point of pain. I could win this exchange by walking from this room, and yet, I remain rooted in my spot, as intrigued as I am bothered.

He smiles, revealing those set of straight, perfect white teeth that had me hooked the first night at the club. "Sure," I nodded in agreement. "So, why are you here then?" I prayed my tone didn't leak with the amount of desperation I was feeling.I couldn't help it so, I let my eyes rake his figure again. My heart slowed a fraction of a beat. Dark hair. Whiskey eyes. A face so exquisitely chiseled it could've been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. He stepped closer till we were mere inches apart "Because I'm stupid. And I can't stop myself from thinking about my inlaw in inappropriate positions." He whispers gently.