Novel & Cerita Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

He instructed and made to lay back on her thigh. Angela shook her head. “I guess that's how rich are”. Antonio jerked up. “I beg your pardon?” “Asking women for sex in exchange, isn't it something you rich people do?” She replied. “I never asked any of the women I've been with for it, they asked instead”. With a face and body like his…there is no lie detected, Angela thought. “They knew my obsession with blondes, and those blonde bitches decided to apply for pleasure. Some go to the extent of dying their hair and wearing contacts… I don't care as long as it's blonde and blue”.

I sip slowly, not ready for another cough battle. I glance around the club and my eyes fall on a particular blond man. He's with another man who's with a girl. " Fuck." I inhale through my mouth. " What?" Roxie asks as she turns around to look at what got my attention. His blond hair is long and I'm pretty sure it's tied in a man bun at the back of his head. Tendrils of his hair fall at the sides of his face and goddamnit, he is gorgeous. He's literally the most good-looking man I've ever seen. His nose is well shaped and I can't see his eyes, since he's engraved in a conversation with the other man. The blond man laughs and his laugh is beautiful. From the faint light and the distance, he l

I was in no mood to deal with this guy right now unless I wanted my fist connecting to his jaw. Great! I should have let the blonde share my table. “You didn’t think she was nice?” he asked. “Nope.” “Too blonde for you?” he asked again. When I didn’t reply, he persisted, “What’s your type? Blondes, brunettes, redheads?” Seriously, why does he want to know? I raised a brow at him. “Why do you assume that I like girls?”

He winked, the arrogant smirk well placed. “Eh..no.” I shook my head, a few chuckles escaping my lips. “What makes you so sure?” He raised an eyebrow challenging me. While Austin was devilishly handsome with his blonde hair and bright blue eyes, it wasn’t he that drew sparks on my skin, and it wasn't him who came in my dreams. I smirked, “Because,” I started, leaning in close, he did too; amusement sparking in his eyes, “Blondes aren’t my type.” I said, as I reached up and ruffled his blonde hair.

"Why?" "You're staring. It's stressful." He smiled and picked up my draft. "It's good." "What do you know?" I snatched it back. "He's the male lead in my new series." "He's not as good-looking as me." "Do you have zero shame?" "Just facts." He leaned in. "Wanna use me as the model?" "Get lost." The doorbell rang. I opened it. Valerie. "Winona, can I come in?"

His dark brown curly hair moved with every word he said. “I have. Tons of them. They are like flies,” the blonde responded. The whole group immediately looked at them. They didn't seem surprised, rather amused. “That's because you're a little pecker,” Chamalet argued. “At least I draw the attention,” the blonde responded. “Of idiots stupid enough to want to sleep with you,” Chamalet responded. The whole crowd went “oooh.” “Here we go again,” another replied. My gaze darted from the man to the blonde. I was getting the feeling that this was normal.

So delicate and intense pleasure. I never understood him and what he called flavors. They were all blonde, so I didn't get why he called them that when he only had one type. Most of the time, I thought he was just choosing to be with blondes, but what did I know? Just focusing on my own personality.

The third, clearly the loudest, had bleach blond hair and a grin that sent a chill down my spine. “Ladies, are you lost?” Blondie asked, his eyes sweeping over me with an unsettling gleam. “Or did you come here looking for some fun?” Trance immediately stepped ahead of me. “Back off.” Blondie’s grin widened as he looked at Trance. “Relax, man. We’re just being friendly.” His gaze lingered on Elara, then it shifted back to me. “Especially with this one. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

People greeted them as Blair ushered them to a booth in the back, where she felt safer once she was seated. She’d seen the looks some of the women had given her, women she’d never met before. She wasn’t blind. Blair was an attractive man, just as Colt and Dylan were attractive. All the Fitzgerald men held a certain allure. They were gentlemen, rugged, hard workers, and they were always willing to lend a hand. “You might have to dance with a few other women before I get lynched in the bathroom,” Maggie said, when Blair returned with two pitchers of beer. “Lynched? You’ve been watching too many cowboy movies,” Blair said, chuckling.

He leaned in, his voice dropping an octave as he moved for the kill. "So what do you say? Should we take this discussion to the penthouse in Tribeca? It’s much more private than this place." I leaned back against the table, crossing my arms over my cropped jacket top. "So that's the move? You take every woman you meet back to your property? Didn't your Mama teach you to beware of strangers?" "Not a with blonde hair, blue eyes, and sassy pink lips," he countered, his gaze lingering on my mouth. "Oh, so you are saying you only go for blondes? Does that mean you believe in the stereotype that all blondes are dumb?"