Gentleman Novels & Stories

She even grinned at the gentleman before starting to mop the floor. “Is he rich?” He asked curiously. Alexa stopped what she was doing and looked at the gentleman. “It’s just a bonus that he has money. I’m lucky with him because, aside from being handsome, he is very kind, and he’s got a high stamina!” The gentleman coughed because of the woman’s last statement. “You don’t believe my husband is handsome?” The gentleman clacked his tongue and smiled. “Oh, grandpa, you even look like him, so believe what I say.”

“What kind of person are you? Are you A: gentle/kind/patient or B: hard-headed/disagreeable/impatient?” “What kind of person am I to you, Mr. Lewis?” I turned to my butler. Mr. Lewis forcibly smiled at me. “You are kind, young master. You may sometimes be ill-tempered and hard-headed but you are also kind.” I sighed. “Just write down the answer.” “How do you approach him/her? Is it A: kindly and gently or B: straight to the point and unwavering?” “I am always straight to the point.” I sipped on my glass.

She does. Then the gallery assistant reappears at Sophia's shoulder. "Miss Bennett? The gentleman is just over there." Sophia follows her gaze. An older man is standing near the back of the room, close to the entrance but not quite in it. Unfamiliar to her. Well-dressed but not in the way of the Kane Global crowd, where the suits cost more than most people's cars and everyone knows it without needing to say it. This man is understated. Careful. Someone who does not want to be noticed. She excuses herself from Alexander and crosses the room.

She just turns around and says nothing. The man standing to take me upstairs looks at me with no expression. His voice is strong, yet even and unmoving… “Miss Brooke”.. I look at him – he is a tall gentleman with dark eyes and styled blonde hair. His face looks as it is chiseled in stone, his eyes on me. “You are late” I not nervously. He simply says. “Follow me”.

Grace smiled back at her. Grace watched as the guy walked up to her with an outstretched hand, Grace confidently took his hand. This time, instead of a gentle shake, he firmly shook her hand before releasing it. “I am Gerardo Williams,” He maintained his calm unfazed expression as he spoke, “I highly prefer we don’t go on first name bases”. He said before returning back to his standing position. Louisa chuckled, “Well he is a bit stock up you see”. She said as if they were acquaintances.

He gently put his hand on my waist and put it there so gently that I could hardly feel it. Is that what they mean when they say a gentleman?

"His gentleness isn't exclusive to you. He's gentle with other women, too. Such a man, to put it bluntly, is like central air conditioning. He doesn't just warm and soothe you; he warms everyone around him. He can fool naive and sweet girls like you with occasional caring words, making you think he treats you differently." Paige was at a loss for words. It seemed Chris hit the mark. Randall was indeed a gentle man, but he was not exclusively gentle to her. He treated everyone kindly, always wearing a warm smile and speaking with a gentle and slow tone that gave off a refreshing breeze. "What's the matter?” Chris asked. “Cat got your tongue? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Paige glared at hi

softened the words, giving them a teasing undertone. The butler didn’t flinch at all, responding with a hint of mischief, "I was simply having a friendly chat with Dean. There’s no need to be so strict, my employer." His tone, though laced with a bit of dissatisfaction, was more playful than serious. The phrase "my employer" at the end further emphasized the jest, making it clear that the two of them were merely toying with each other, without a shred of formality or tension.

I told him angrily. “Is that your type? Good guys? Gentlemen?” he asked, his eyes drifting to my heaving cleavage. Asshole. “Yes,” I replied, looking elsewhere because I knew exactly what he wanted to say. Carter leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. “Gentlemen, huh? The kind who open doors and pull out chairs? I do that too.” I turned to him, my eyes narrowed. “I mean the kind who are sweet and don’t try to manhandle me under a table.”

she said smiling at Grace who hugged her. “Excuse me,” A voice said for Grace and Adele to release the hug and immediately Adele turned she froze. “Mr finesse” she immediately bow her head. Grace was confused at her friend's sudden formal attitude, she looked at the tall man in her front, his handsome features and sly smile towards Adele made her curious. “Please madam, can you excuse them?” Aiden assistant said to Grace who frowned. “ why?” She asks for Aiden to look at her.