Gentleman Novels & Stories

He was a refined, scholarly-looking middle-aged man dressed in a vintage suit, exuding a quiet elegance. “Mr. Fay, may I ask who this gentleman is?” the man inquired politely, his eyes shifting to Quincy.

The door creaked open and I looked up from my desk to see a tall stocky man walking in wearing a tailored well fitted dark grey suit with a crisp white shirt on underneath, the top two buttons casually and most likely purposefully left undone to show off his tanned, hard chest. He was definitely handsome and rugged with stubble along his jawline and dark neatly trimmed short hair… he took off his sunglasses and walked over to the desk, and I could see he had deep brown eyes. His mouth turned into a polite smile as he approached me… only then I realised I had been staring at him and hadn’t even greeted him like I was supposed to. I quickly gathered myself and tried to look more professional "

She hit my shoulder and urged me. “Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Slander. This is called slander.” The man puffed his cheeks and exhaled a long breath. I know he is very angry. He was able to control his anger so as not to hurt Caily and patiently waited for me to come here, proving that he controlled his emotions very well. He has the aura of a wealthy gentleman from the intellectual class. Now that I think back, I feel like something was wrong. That bad guy doesn't look noble. But surely he must know Kelvin well to dare impersonate him, right?

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls." "Nope, just the pretty ones." He winks and shuts the door. I fasten my seatbelt, my eyes following his stride as he walks over to his side. He seems to have the confidence of a way older guy and his gray t-shirt and tight Levi's accentuate how good he must look underneath. I can tell he's got some hair on his chest, too. Most girls don't like that, but I'm a sucker for it. Damn him.

Jan did not let go of her hand as they walked past a couple of guests as if it was his way of saying that she belonged to him. “Jan, my boy!” said a man in a navy-blue suit who blocked their way. “Remember this dummy?” Jan turned to her. “He’s at the wedding.” Kate turned to his friend and smiled. “Daniel, right?” “Right, that’s my name! Not dummy,” Daniel said and laughed. Jan got two flutes of champagne from the roving waiter and handed her one. “Thanks.” Kate took a sip and winced afterward. “Cute,” his friend remarked.

I don't know what's with them, they both look stupid anyway, why bother siding one? "I didn't know being 'gentleman' includes praising a woman neatly with under sleeve meaning. If that's your definition of being a gentleman. Then, I think I can shoo you away, fuck off. I was actually thankful you saved Ethel here," he gestured to me. "from being raped into someone she wouldn't ever want to be. I'm still thankful but I smell something from you. I don't think you'll be good around her." Paxton said with finality in his voice. He looked serious compared to the other guy who seemed not interested at all. All he did was smirk before

What type of man is that? ....

I hear him grumble something as he slams his door closed, but I don’t care what it is. My bit of divine intervention is still making his way to me. At the same speed as before, but his posture has relaxed. Even from here, I can smell his sporty cologne. Something between lemons and linen. When he finally reaches me, he lowers his shoulders and head so he's on my level. Not to tower over me as Greaser Boy tried to. “Are you all right, miss?” he asks. Though I’ve had a lot of men in my life put on an act of being the one who put gentle into gentleman, this doesn’t seem to be an act. This young

Just warmth. We held each other in silence. Sunlight spilled through the window, warm over us. I suddenly remembered and nudged him. "Wait. Your secret account..." His face went red fast. He turned away. "How did you know?" "I heard your friends last night." I leaned in, grinning. "The butler outfit. The bell. You seriously wanted to try that?" The tips of his ears turned bright red. "If you're into it..." I burst out laughing and looped my arms around his neck. "Leon, you're actually adorable."

And now he was telling me there was more? The paradoxical man I met, a biker with a gentlemanly manner and overly masculine persona, does not live in an ivory tower. I keep waiting for someone to jump out from behind a wall with a camera ever since we first stepped foot in the building. The way he was greeted by the doorman with such reverence and the way he treated the other man was like seeing a whole other person in action. I feel like I’m about to pass out again. That man had all but bowed, and I’m not going to start on how he greeted me. I almost looked behind me to see who he was talking to.