Gentleman Novels & Stories

He said and leaned back on the bed. "Ew. No. Thanks for the offer, but no. Leave, please" I said, flushing again. This man seems to know the things to say that'd get me hot and bothered. "Aw, come on. Don't deprive me of this, seeing you like this just makes me want to eat you up, but I won't do that because I'm a gentleman of course" I laughed out loud at his use of the word gentleman to describe himself. Everyone knows Nate Jones is the furthest thing from a gentleman.

Gwenevere lamented. The volume of the music was brought down as the white man got down from the vehicle. Mr. Patrick did not have a smile on his face. He was here for battle. His patience was over, he was here to take things the hard way. Unfortunately, and inopportunely, Gwenevere could see him walking towards their table. As soon as he got to them, he began “Where’s your rent, Mrs. Malton? Tell me you have it already.” he stated looking down at Hannah on the chair which she sat on.

Raphael flashed a small smile to the man just to be polite, the man smiled back at him in return, his smile was warm and welcoming. "It's going to be a pretty long trip from here to the vineyard but i have prepared a few comfort items in the car in case you need anything." The man arranged their luggage in his car and stacked them like lego. Mid way through the road he learned the stranger's name was Dennis Bellavance and he was the owner of one of Bordeaux's best wine company. Being the wine fanatic his father was, he loved to travel across France and Italy and made friends with the owners of the wine companies. However, it was clear that his father had something more personal going on with

Before she could finish her sentence, she froze at the sound of a sudden voice. "Hello? Is there anybody here to help me?" asked a large-built gentleman, quite impatiently waving a few books in his hand. He wore a grey tailored suit that matched his hunter-piercing eyes. He has a long, stubbled van dyke beard accompanied by a defined jawline all composed perfectly on his square-shaped face. His slick jet black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He was a handsome-looking man with a stern expression. Anyone who gazed upon him would assume he was in his middle thirties and someone important.

She asked, it was obvious she was trying so hard to compose her demeanor because of mere looking at her, you would know that she wasn't just in her right state of mind. "Yes, ma'am. I am Liam…Yvonne's friend." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Good day, ma'am." Gentle greeted. "I think you must be one of the Belfort brothers right? Although I don't really know your name, I could kinda place the face." She said and then Gentle replied. "Yes ma'am. Actually, I am Gentle." She nodded slowly, like she was trying to place him properly in her memory. Her hands were shaking and I noticed she kept clasping and unclasping them.