Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Novels & Stories

“Are you that desperate to get my brother?” I didn’t answer. Did he just ask me to come here to tell me that? Was he just curious about it? Wasn’t he going to fire me? He wanted us to talk about his brother instead? “Listen very carefully. Henry’s preferences have always been precise and consistent. He prefers tall, honey-skinned—the supermodel type. And most of all, blonde.” What? Was I really hearing this? “And you,” he continued as he studied me, “… you’re not very tall, but fine. You are pale, and definitely not the supermodel type, and also a brunette.”

It was the greatest discovery he’d ever made. Most of the girls he saw there were either brunettes, red haired or blonde. Matter of fact, there were just three blonds out of twenty girls. Hayden didn’t stop to count, but red was obviously the dominating color. He saw Jarrod walking around the place like a wallflower—lonely and in need of companionship. This was the kind ladies like to jump on. Hayden pulled back before he would be caught.

"I said, Jenny, is back." "Really?" "Yes." After saying that, Glenn saw that he was so excited and couldn't help teasing him. "Hey, why are you so excited that she's back? If I hadn't known that you like men, I might have misunderstood that you wanted to pursue her!" Speaking of this, Glenn suddenly remembered. "Hey! You, you like men, don't you? If you live in my house... Ah! Are you looking at me like that too?" Hearing this, Damon rolled his eyes, "Even if I like men, I won't like everyone, okay?"

The second flute goes down easier than the first, and by the third, the room feels warmer, a little softer around the edges, with laughter and voices too loud, while I ignore the worried look the guys pass me because I’m too busy staring at the stage with disdain. The ladies are right. Christian and his lady friend do look great together. She looks like someone who can command a mafia family, navigating them with poise and expertise. Does she even know he’s a mafia head aside from his shiny identity as a businessman? Or does she know and doesn’t care?

“Women like Blondie here like the good things in life. And I wouldn't rank being poor in that category.” ‘I agree entirely,’ Genie thought caustically. “Well, well,” Henry said with gleeful anticipation. “Even she is a gold digger, you might still introduce her to us, Nix.” Genie watched Blondie with the man whose arm she'd been clinging to. Immediately she felt not only inferior in the beauty department but a great big clumsy horse by comparison.

If this happened over three months ago, how much worse did it get leading up to last month? “Next, I slid my way down the hall. There was a couple passed out naked near the bathroom door. The door was ajar, so I nudged it. A guy with two naked ladies lay in the bathtub. My bedroom door was closed. I didn’t knock. John was passed out on the bed. His dick was still in some blonde. His hands were on the tits of yet another blonde.” Taylor takes a long pull from the bottle of Jack. “No offense, Ken. These are the kinds of blondes I loathe. They are tall, skinny, and big-boobed. They do and get whatever they want without a care for anyone else.”

He advises and looks at her feet that were indeed covered by white high heels that I wouldn't dare walk with, not if I wanted to fall and break my ass. Her eyes narrows with anger before she rolls her eyes." Why are you even talking to me?" She clicks her tongue in a rude manner and plasters a smile on her face as she gives Luke her attention. "Luke honey can we be partners-" Her brown cold eyes settle on me before her nose wiggles in a snooty manner as though I was dirt underneath her fancy shoes." I am way prettier than this blonde hag."

“I don’t like blondes.” My eyes widened. What did she mean? She’s a blonde. “Why is that?” her Alpha asked. “They are egotistical and pretentious. Call me stereotypical but I don’t care.” she deadpanned. Perhaps the Red Moon spy who broke her heart was a blonde or else I don’t understand what she was on about. Your Silver began laughing, and strange enough, Edwin chuckled too. “Well blondes aren’t my type either. But look were we are. I’d prefer a redhead.” He said.

He was wearing black shoes as well and both friends were putting on expensive gold watches on their wrists. “Ain't they super handsome? And I am sure the black man would be a freak in bed. Have you ever had sex with a black man before? I have and it's an experience I won't be forgetting any time soon. So I will suggest you go for the black dude and I think he likes you. He is giving you those sexy eyes." Nelly said, talking naughty. “I am not interested in any of them," Gloria said, sounding uninterested. “What?! Do you have eyes at all? Can't you see the specimen of a man staring directly at you? I am sure your Damon is not half as handsome as these men," Nelly said and Gloria gave her the

"Finally settling down. Are you?" Vincent looks to me and I swear his eyes twinkle. "She may be the one to do it." "I never saw you with a blonde," the older man shakes his head with a smile while his gaze lingers on me. "Don't listen to what they say. The good ones will kick your ass in the board and bedroom." Vincent laughs even as I cringe. It's not the first blonde joke I've heard, but I'd expect certain circles of society to know better.