Gentleman Novels & Stories

Jack answered politely. Asher turned slowly to Gerald, eyeing him carefully. “You’re generous, Mr...?” Gerald stood up and approached Asher with a smile, extending his hand. “I’m Gerald Palmer, Sir Windermere.” “Hmm... nice to meet you,” Asher replied. He took Gerald’s hand—but then I noticed Gerald wince. It was subtle, but I saw the tension in his expression, like Asher had squeezed his hand too tightly. “I think you need to work out more, Mr. Palmer. You’re a bit weak,” Asher said calmly.

I can feel my chance of getting chosen by an honorable, and prestigious male slipping through my fingers. I draw in a shaky breath just as someone gives my shoulder a light tap. I turn around fully intending to see Fiadh, but the man standing behind me makes all my thoughts about failure disappear. The breath I was taking leaves my lungs and my cheeks begin to heat up. "Good evening. I am Lieutenant Modok from Gaimo. Would you honor me with a dance," he asks smoothly and I nod while slipping my hand around his extended arm.

While Gerard’s good look was dark - with black hair, black eyes, and slightly tanned skin, this man was the opposite. He had fair skin, light blonde hair reaching his nape, and eyes as blue as the sky. His tall, slender, and toned body was wrapped in a beige-tailored three-piece suit while Gerard wore his signature black. They both had strong facial features, but somehow this man gave off a more feminine vibe. And a soft smile had never disappeared from his face. Gerard stood up as the man walked elegantly toward him. He held out his hand for a handshake, “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Huxley.” His voice was deep and magnetic, making even William’s heart, as a man, tremble slightly

Hunter responded. After taking a swig from his glass, the man asked, “So why are you turning down such beautiful ladies?” “In case you're gay, I'm straight.” Hunter raised his hands at the man. “Don't come at me with no gay stuff.” The man threw his head back and roared with laughter. He looked like he was in his mid-forties. He didn't look feminine at all, quite the opposite. He looked like a macho man. With his low-cut hair, and cleanly cut moustache that met his bearded chin. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and a gold watch around his right wrist. Hunter noticed a silver ring on his ring finger.

“Is this gentleman the eldest young master of the Goldmanns? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Zenovia, Zenovia Livingston.” She reached out her hand to greet him. Waylon put down his knife and fork and reached out. However, what he went for was the handkerchief on the table. He picked it up to wipe his hand and did not seem to plan to shake hands with Zenovia. Zenovia’s hand hung awkwardly in midair, and she retracted it unnaturally with a slightly stiff expression. “That’s very rude for you to treat a lady like this, Mr. Goldmann.”

" I could help but smile widely after reading the whole letter. Indeed, Hilbert Alucard is a businessman who knows how to greet a lady, while being direct to the point, but not appearing to rude or uncultured. I could help but repeatedly nodded my head in approval. I think his the only person who has the best sense for someone who's not good at communicating. Very direct, doesn't waste time but appears like a gentleman. Not only that! He also knows how to drive and make the other person curious by his words but not revealing to much information. He also dispel my doubt and reluctance for his sudden behavior last time. At least I now know that his kindness is r

I pick up my phone and pull up the email again. Three profiles. Three men. Three masks. The Gentleman. A half-mask, oni style. Elegant. Sharp. His photo shows a man with a jawline carved from patience, salt just beginning to thread through dark hair at his temples. A suit tailored like second skin. He looks like control. He smells like rules you want to break. His list: bondage, anal play, slow torture of the best kind. He likes precision over chaos. “I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.”

“You’re right.” “Many girls think that the rich and bossy CEOs in romantic novels are manly. But I think in real life, a gentle and considerate man is much better than any bossy CEO. Manliness is never reflected in a man’s domineering words or wealth. A manly man should be gentle and powerful enough to protect his beloved woman.”

"You'd better do it right now." Something moved through his expression, a flash of something that was not anger, or not only anger, but that was more complicated than anger and considerably more personal. "You know what?" He released a breath that was not quite steady. "I will find that son of a bitch and teach him not to play with other people's valuables." "Well," I said, and let just enough amusement into my voice to be genuinely infuriating, "he was quite the gentleman." I let the word "gentleman" sit there and do its work.