Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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?”

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?"

He was relatively calm and composed, compared to the others. Jacob came back to the table and asked, “Anybody up for a threesome?” Adrian and Dan immediately shook their heads. Damien took a few seconds to gulp down his drinks and said no. Seb was grinning at the girl Jacob was flirting with earlier. They all knew this would be happening. Seb raised his hand and soon they were gone. “Some things never change!” Damien said and Dan nodded in agreement. Adrian was least surprised by it because he has seen his friends back in New York, doing things much more than this. Threesome, foursome, and the gang bang. There is no boundary for fantasies.

Killam braced himself as Jabir leaned toward him. "Yes, it is. You should appreciate those friends who have been with you." "You show me enough appreciation, Jabir." Jabir wagged his cigar under Killam's nose again. "I know what you'd like." He groaned inwardly. Jabir was always pushing stuff on Killam he most definitely did not want. "It's really not necessary." "The blonde," Jabir said. Killam clenched his jaw and his stomach immediately knotted up. There were lots of blondes in Jabir's employ, but only one that got under Killam's skin.

" me too bitch, and by the way, did you see that Asian guy " " yh what about him " " he's cute " " what no, he's not " I said utterly concerned " oh what, blonde guys are better now " " what's so bad about blonde guys " Shakes interrupts us he's black suit is on his hands this time he's biceps couldn't be more visible, he was looking like a hot stripper and he's tie isn't even loose yet, " like you don't know " Clarisse breaks the silence and leaves with a glass of champagne" I'll find you "

He had been that way since childhood. "I heard that since you were a snot-nosed kid, you'd lose your mind at the sight of a blonde beauty? Apparently, you were famous for being willing to give your heart and soul to anyone with blonde hair and blue eyes. The blonde-obsessed killer Eugene Biscetti." "...Everyone has preferences. Mine are just more definite." "That's fortunate then. I'm exactly your type, so there's no need to look elsewhere?" There can't possibly be another blonde beauty who can satisfy your tastes better than me. Valentine's eyes proudly claimed without a hint of shame. And frustratingly, it was an irrefutable truth.

The next morning we cleaned each other in the shower, and I gave him a blow job, and he returned it before we went to the meeting with me wearing his clothes that seemed to fit to loosely because he was more muscular than I The other alphas were already waiting for us and it made me blush red because they all probably knew what happened yesterday, and Adam was lucky to have dark skin because even if he blushed his skin hid it well, so, we just went to our sit and the meeting begun

As Isabella drank water, she gossiped, "How many members are left now? Are they all handsome?" Skills don't matter, looks are what matter! Look at her, that's how it is. "Well... There were a hundred members, and now there are only forty left. Less than ten of them can appear on screen. But your group has a member! He's especially handsome! Let me show you a photo--" Before Sherry could finish her sentence, she noticed that the two people across from them, who were talking about work, had stopped talking. Especially Nathan, his expression remained calm. Sherry knew very well that the calmer this man looked on the surface, the more terrifying he was!