Like A Gentleman Novels & Stories

“Since you’re that lawless, then don’t blame us for doing the same! The gentlemen coldly chuckled. “I wanted to crush you with my longsword to show you just how impressive my country’s martial arts is! “But since you’re being this lawless, then I have no choice but to show you what I’ve got! “We’ll see how you’ll maintain this facade!” The gentleman brought out a hunting rifle before taking the safety off, looking pompous.

"And neither are you." "Of course not," Adrian said, his tone even, the corners of his mouth twitching as if fighting a smile. His nonchalance was infuriating, yet there he remained, inches from my face, close enough to count the faintest brush of stubble along his jaw. "But as a gentleman, I thought it was prudent to intervene." "Intervene?" I scoffed, incredulity sharpening my tongue. "By dragging me through the party in front of everyone like that? Is that your way of being a gentleman?"

"Don't make me throw you out by force." Alexander didn't even blink. His smile didn't reach his eyes, which remained cold as ice. "What is this, Michael?" he said, with a false tone of reproach. "There's no need to go that far. We are civilized men, not animals. Let's act like gentlemen." Gentlemen. The word sounded like an insult coming from that mouth. A gentleman doesn't invade other people's homes. A gentleman doesn't destroy families. A gentleman doesn't play with people's hearts the way he did.

He holds my hand as we cross the parking lot and walk up the stairs, then holds the door for me like he did last night. “Such a gentleman,” I tease, trying not to let it show just how much his moves are working on me. “I may not look like one”—Slate shrugs with a chuckle—“but looks can be deceiving.” Without shame, I eye him up and down and do my best impression of a guy’s face when he thinks a girl is hot. “I sure hope not.”

My heart was ignoring my brain and starting to fall for him. I blame Uncle John! He set this, or what I felt was, impossible standard of what a gentleman is and how to treat a woman. This is the first time anyone has measured up to that example. Shamus, Iver, Evan, and especially Daisuke were not what I’d call gentlemen. Iver was the closest, but none came close to the bar Uncle John set. Yet the little gestures from Isak are bringing him closer and closer to that. He’d probably already be at the bar if not for the bet. “This is a nice place. I feel a tad underdressed.” I sighed as I sat down and looked around the courtyard.

It was reminiscent of an aristocratic gentleman from another era. His tall figure leaned against the doorframe. With his sharp eyes, he looked like a silver fox. He radiated a magnetic charm, an enchanting blend of beauty and elegance. He was the very image of a male seductress.

A low growl escapes his composed exterior, warning them not to underestimate him. Lucien maintaining a calm demeanor “Gentlemen, let’s keep this gathering civil, shall we?” Man 1 smirking “Oh, Lucien, you’ve always been good at hiding your true colors. But now you’ve brought along this young lady. How intriguing”. Lucien smiling tightly “seems you underestimate my ability to have genuine connections. And as for my past, well, let’s just say it’s not something worth dwelling on.”

I couldn't even ask how he knew, probably a wild guess…right? He gave it to me with a small gentle smile. The rumors painted him as rude, cruel, and ice-cold. Yet this man… this man was pure kindness wrapped in a terrifyingly attractive package. As I typed on the computer.. I heard him shift a little then, he excused himself politely. I blinked several times to make sure he was actually talking to me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable.” He closed the mahogany door softly behind him like a true gentleman.

I got up and turned around him a few times, nodding slowly: "Not bad, at least like a human." I made a funny joke about him. But to be honest, he looks really good in it. He is tall, straight back, wearing this suit not only does not look rustic, but also shows a gentleman sedate.

"You really don't know women, do you?" "How would I? I never had history with ladies before. I only talk with my mother. Besides, as if I physically harmed them. I'm not guilty of any crime." "You could have been at least a little sensitive. I thought you're a gentleman?" "I am," he muttered. "Indeed?" "Hmm..." He breathed above my ear and I felt him slightly nuzzling my hair. "I'm always a gentleman to you, am I not?" That... is something I cannot argue with him. He's such a gentleman when it comes to me.