Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Novels & Stories

"She's very pretty isn't she?" "Er, I suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so. She's a bit er... ginger for me." I burst out laughing. "You don't like redheads?" His eyes slide sideways. "I prefer brunettes." ***** The front doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered and strappingly built. My heart sinks as I recognise him.

“Shane?” “What do you want me to say?” Shane sighed, shrugging one shoulder. “Dating you opened up my eyes. It made me realize that I don't actually have problems with blondes,” he smirked and glanced at Bryson who evidently had wavy blonde hair, “Thanks to you, I realized that I was just having problems with girls. So yeah, thank you for making me realize that I prefer guys to girls.” The whole room gasped but she managed to stifle the urge. “So, Kels, I guess this is it, huh?”

"Yes, that one." They sit in silence as Jonathan collects his thoughts. His eyes widened and brows shot up in disbelief. "I'm-I. Shit, I don't know mate. She's beautiful yes but I never thought in a million years that you dig blondes. Normally you go for the dark-haired girls." Jonathan clarifies with a slight chuckle.

"First of blue, we are men. Boys are the guys you've been with." "You insolent..." I pinned my lips, fisting a hand but having to stop myself. "Don't worry, still, you're not my type. I'm more into the blondes." "Like Bella Smith." I arched a brow. He recoiled in shock, not expecting that comeback. I was joking as well, but seeing his reaction, I may be onto something. "Yeah, blondes. You're a brunette." He adds, running a hand into his hair. "Is that even supposed to make me feel better?"

Emmy said… Okay that gossiping shit is not my style but I have to keep appearances and I didn’t totally hate Emmy and Sarah. "Well I guess the blond one is more pretty than handsome. I mean blond hair and blue eyes! Like a plastic doll" plus he is an asshole did I mention that before? I wanted to add "So definitely Mr. Blue eyes black hair wins" they started laughing but abruptly stopped and looked behind me. Oh no no no. Are they standing behind me? Did they just hear that? Can this day get any worse? All my questions were answered with the sound of clearing of a throat.

Then, as an afterthought, she added, “That’s Vlad, and he’s Andrei.” Both men were confident and could dance—not like your typical American men who only knew how to shuffle back and forth. Much to her amusement, Celine watched Andrei, the ice sculpture who was no longer glacial, watch Kim with heated eyes. He monopolized her attention as soon as he could, putting his hands possessively on her hips and glaring at anyone who tried to dance with her. Vlad stayed with Sierra and Celine and was a perfect gentleman until Sierra’s influencer friends joined, and he got handsy with Ashley. What was it with men and blonds?

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”.

Due to my limited experience with guys I believed they were damn gorgeous! Stacey and Angela quickly disappeared because they didn’t like pupils; leaving me and Gemma to dance with a few hunks. We soon retired into the pub and a tall, statuesque blond dude with a bent nose started talking drunkenly to me while his buddy got us a few drinks. I was mesmerized with his great looks, but I still had enough sense to be certain Gemma was close by if she'd have her tongue with a shaven headed man with no neck. With sober hindsight the men acted like lions in the jungle separating the wildebeest in the herd until they 'went for the kill'!

But when she saw the blonde man rummaging by the side table for a condom, she forced herself to talk. “What are you doing? We ran out of condoms—your luck. I don’t mind… I like to feel the veins.” He turned, grinning. “You are one naughty little slut.” Selene smiled internally. Easy. ~ The next night came again, and not giving up yet, Selene tried to get Lennox’s attention, yet no matter what she did, he didn’t even glance at her. Giving up and walking away, the blonde young man found her. “Give up. He never fucks the same slut twice,” he said. “And although I’m supposed to follow in his footsteps…” He smirked. “I actually like you.”

Jenny leaned back, deciding that for now, Britney was the best option. After a few minutes, Britney returned with brushes, a bowl, and hair dye. She dropped the dye onto the table, using a brush to mix a color. "Men, you know, are animals. They like a pretty little thing like you," she remarked while stirring vigorously. Satisfied with the result, she moved to Jenny's hair. "Especially since you've got white hair and big blue eyes. They'll target that, like Dasal." "I don't think he really had a type. Didn't he also harm men?" Jenny questioned.