Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

He raised his brows while I stared back, wondering what he was talking about. "Think what?" I repeated. "About men being gentlemen means they have an ulterior motive," he responded, and I dropped the glass cup on the table. "It's common among men! They read women like a book, studying them long enough to realise they love being pampered and cared for, and only a gentleman can pull that through, and so they have to act like someone they are not just so they can get what they want," my voice filled with spite and disgust despite trying to hide it.

Desiree Dean had the same concerns as Adam, and I did. He excused us, and we went into the room. We found a handsome, brawny-looking young man about Adam's age waiting for us. The instant we entered, he stood up out of respect, and Adam nodded at him to sit. We sat on a chair opposite him. A table was between us. The man had been served juice, and he seemed to be savouring the refreshing taste. It was obvious he hadn't had good food in a while.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

It was desire, in its purest, most demanding form. Jerry’s hand started to caress my body at the same time that I imagined it. It had been very long since anyone last touched me like that, and I couldn’t help but to yearn for the pleasantness that came with it. Jerry gave me that as his palms cupped my butt and fondled them.

Damian Desmond struggled to hold back his laughter and took his wife's hand, leading her inside. Edward looked after their retreating figures, still wearing a puzzled and incomprehensible expression. Seeing this, a gentleman beside him, who had been trying to suppress his laughter, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Young Master Edward, what Mrs. Desmond meant is for you not to have any wishful thinking about Mr. Desmond." Wishful thinking about Damian Desmond? What does that mean? Edward blinked his eyes. "It means not to compete with him for the affections of that lady," the gentleman shook his head. Wasn't Edward always proud of his intelligence? How could a simple statement like this r

But those people who's behind it. While my mind is flying on the place I could not even reach. The door suddenly opened that made my thoughts bring me back to the current situation where I am. I tilted my head and looked at the door, then there I saw a man who's in his 30's smiling while going inside. It's Mr. Quinton, the one we will be meeting today. He has a toned body, I can see it even though he is wearing a tuxedo. His eyes landed directly at Giovanni, and his smile did not fade. I stood up along with Giovanni and bowed my head a little as he shook hands with him. I raised my head and met the man's gaze. Like what he did to him, he offered his hand to me and I just accepted it.

He was being a gentleman, but there's a part of me that knows there's hardly anything gentlemanly about this man. If I'm being completely and totally honest, maybe that's what I want. A man who not only takes care of me, but sees me as an equal. too. As someone he can take to bed and treat me like I'm an object, but still respect me. Maybe that's what I want – a little adventure and a whole lot of fun. The question remains, is Trick the man to take me on the ride? ****

He gained my attention, and I wished that our distance would be more than the length of an arm when I really noticed his physiognomy. He wore a black shirt with bright buttons, the metallic effects by the powerful fabric dazzling by the effect of lights on his back. Due to the proximity of his curved body towards me, I could feel all the fragrance of his perfume. Freshness, sea air, and... musk of male desire. His pants were shiny leather and as attractive as the shirt. His left leg bumped into my knee, and I noticed that it was purposeful to use a strategically more resistant fabric on the lower body, and extremely tight. "Sam is one of the oldest masters of this place," he said softly, sti

He was handsome but in a more typical way; a London man. "Nick. Nick Luther," he introduced himself. "Desiree Hilton," she smiled at him. "Desiree," he repeated under his breath. "You better get back to your office, Desiree. Mr. Rothschild has his eyes everywhere." "Yeah, you are probably right," she said and stood up to go back to her office. "Nice to meet you. I thought only robots would work here." He chuckled at this. "Join us on Friday. It's club night. I'll introduce you to everyone else."

I was trying to convince myself too that he was nice, but after what happened at his office the other day, my doubts concerning him were up to The moon, but Maybe that was just how he is. “Look this guy kissed you on the first day, if that's not fishy enough I don't know what is!”.. “Isn't Killian fishy too?”.. I pointed out. “Killian is a man of his words, if he doesn't have something to give he won't hang around, the only reason he is hanging around now Desiree, is not because he wants something, it's because he has something to give, something he doesn't know he has!” Something to give!!!???