Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sudan felt at home the second he stepped in. He didn’t come here for sport. Not for the thrill of winning or the attention. He came because it was the only place that made sense when his head wouldn’t shut up. When the silence of the dorm clawed too deep. The man at the table glanced up from his clipboard. “You new?” Sudan nodded once. “Name?” “Doesn’t matter.” The man grunted. “All right, Mystery Man. Cash buy-in’s twenty. Rules are simple, don’t die, don’t sue.”

she seethes. He shrugs, completely unfazed. “Never said I wasn’t.” I hear Ava suck in a breath beside me. “Damn, he’s so cold. Totally my type.” Jessica glares at him, her voice shaking. “You led me on!” Jack leans in slightly, his voice low but carrying enough for all of us to hear. “I told you, sweetheart. You’re not my type.” He pauses, then smirks cruelly. “I don’t fuck blondes.”

"I want to clear everything between us, the first thing is I know that blonde lady is your girlfriend, I know her very well, so it would be right if you do not touch me, or interface me whenever we are in private or alone, and in public, we can only hold hands and stare at each other for long moments or sometimes kiss each other at their cheeks, the second thing is- you are no god to me! You don't owe me anything, and neither I do. We are doing this for a purpose. And I want to continue this job because as much as I know the scandalous and fake affair between us will going to last for only three months and after that, I have to continue to work, so I cannot find any position in another place

They were all fine specimens of different nationalities, heights, hair colors, breast sizes, and personalities—or rather, character masks—catered to meet the spectrum of taste of the fourteen served gentlemen and a lady. The gentlemen whooped in delight, their eyes bulged and moved frenziedly in their sockets to consume the view, discussing their potential choices with one another in lewd manners while pointing at them now and then. Some of the girls who were more daring would flash the gentlemen their body parts of interest, or two of them would imitate excerpts of sexual acts—and those voluntary acts would be rewarded with raucous laughter and appreciative remarks.

“Blond, curvy but not heavy, slim but not skinny.” “And the only blonde there was on the skinnier side of slim.” “The curvy girl, uh…” Another guy shuffled paper. “Liv. She’s so light she’d pass for blond.” I bet that was not all she passed for in your mind, buddy. “No.” George shook his head. “She’s too dark for blond. Gina? What do you think?” “Hmm?” His lips quirked up. “Liv—the first girl that left. Could she pass for blond?”

“Blondie. She likes Blake Harrison, doesn’t she?” Gabe looked taken aback. He probably wasn’t expecting this kind of question. I waited and gauged his reaction, and from that look in his eyes, I knew the answer. “Sorry man, that’s just the way it is around here,” he smiled weakly. “Guys like Cameron and Blake Harrison always get the girl,” For some reason, that answer stung me more than I thought it would. “Ain’t that a shame?” I stifled a bitter laugh and reached for my helmet.

The tallest one, with dark hair, cupped her breast through the bra, then looked up… our eyes collided. He froze in his movements, pulling together the attention of the others. The other one, blondie, turned paper white when his eyes met mine. Felicia noticed. A very sickening smile stretched on her lips when she glanced my way. I stood taller. The blondie jumped for the remote and cut the music. Fuckin’ finally. I could even hear myself think. “Don’t stop at my account.” I directed at the blondie who only glanced at the tall guy that had a hard-on,

his voice seemed even hoarser than usual, leaving both women weak. He was dark. Their companies should read the danger warning before approaching. However, this had made him even more attractive. "I have plans for the rest of the night. I don't have time to stay" she knew that her words would be enough to expose the double meaning she had wanted. The night wouldn't end with Ethan, not that night. "I can buy your time" the man argued, with the arrogance and audacity that made a slight side smile cross the redhead's face. Ethan didn't think about the blonde next to him, as he had already given up on her company. Among women, his preference was explicit. He was thinking about Blair as he drove

he responded, keeping his hands on the table. She gyrated on him now, so slow and sexy, but his cock didn’t so much as twitch. Yeah, he liked blondes, but he didn’t like one-night-stands. The one small victory that he’d managed to claim and hold onto in these nightmare eight months was that he hadn’t had sex with any of the women who got passed around the club like goddamn bottles of ketchup.

“Nothing but the best.” So I figured. I was beginning to suspect he’d preferred tall blondes because they represented the most populated in the city he was in. He’d had no problems with my looks Monday night or tonight. “Back to the subject at hand,” he said. “Could I tempt you to tell me about yourself if I paid ” “No.” I replied as he was about to say more He raised his brows. “I’m to ask you zero personal questions, but you can read whatever you like about me?”