Like A Gentleman Novels & Stories

He said, standing up. "No, no. Of course not. You were here before me, why stand up for me?" "It's not a big deal. I'm a gentleman, it's embedded in me to stand rather than let a lady on her feet." He said and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Yeah, right. Now he was going with the gentleman line. Unbelievable.

I threw Vivi into the clear air as my hand felt sang and numb, he spun around in the air again as he followed me. I stopped and backed away when some gentleman unexpectedly bumped into me, it didn’t look like he was in a hurry. He’s just probably vying for attention. "I apologize, Miss," he said while looking at me. There was no denial in his claimed charm but I couldn’t care less. I just gave him a brief nod before walking past him. He did not look like a nobleman with his simple attire. "You cannot just attract me with your manliness," I mumbled. I just shook my head and approached an empty store to ask something.

At the same time, he thought very kindly and generously in heart, "A gentleman doesn't argue with a woman! A great person is magnanimous. I should forgive her, and she didn't do anything except for smiling. Humph!" "Hey! Think about it carefully and persuade your friend." Elroye coughed lightly, "Anyway, I think it's the best way. What do you think?" Adele stopped smiling, "I never expected you to be quite warmhearted." "Of course! I am the best man in the world. Do you feel honored?" "Why should I feel honored?" "Because you know me and you're sitting in my car now!" "But..." Adele was a little hesitant. After a long while, she said softly, "If she asks about it and knows that she has misun

says the man I manage to see so far. The gentleman wears a tailored dark suit, blue tie neatly done. Dark hair combed so neatly back. He has a mouth I think I've seen before. After thinking about it, he smiles at me with a sly smile that immediately reminds me of Esteban, the stupid one. Although to be honest, his physical appearance is very similar to Esteban's or, judging by the age reflected by his few gray hairs and years of experience on his face. I'd say it's Esteban who looks a lot like this gentleman.

“Mr. Landry, please stop. There is a crucial matter that I must discuss with you.” I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face this man, who seems to be filled with enthusiasm to catch a minute of my time. “You have one minute. Sixty seconds and not a second more.” I mutter as my gaze takes in his appearance. He's a gentleman of modest stature, in the prime of his life, with a distinguished hairline. He has a physique that resembles a bouncy castle made from doughnuts, and his suit has a charmingly worn-in look. The man's briefcase appears to have weathered the test of time, much like the lines etched on his forehead. His eyes have a certain glaze, hinting at the fondness for indulging in a fe

Aaron then turned to Alessandro and said, “Hi, old man. I like your look although you look like a bad guy from the movies.” Aaron’s words had almost everyone in the house gasp audibly. Adrian spoke, “I am really sorry about it. He has been pampered a lot.” Alessandro gave a reassuring smile to Adrian, “That is all okay.” He then turned to Aaron, “Hi, young man. By the way, I am a bad guy. I am the Don.” “Oh really. Would you like to play a game with me?” Aaron bet while showing off the gun in his hand.

To end the petty conversation, I just laughed at him in response. His forehead was crumpled in irritation while we’re heading inside the restaurant. Even so, he still acted like a gentleman to me – opening the door while letting me in first, and pulling the chair for me to sit. I stifled the smile threatening to stretch on my lips. He’s such a dream guy. He definitely knows what he’s doing with that rolled up sleeves and bulky chest. Oh… the way I’m imagining myself sulking on his broadness… Alright, that’s enough.

Before she could finish her sentence, she froze at the sound of a sudden voice. "Hello? Is there anybody here to help me?" asked a large-built gentleman, quite impatiently waving a few books in his hand. He wore a grey tailored suit that matched his hunter-piercing eyes. He has a long, stubbled van dyke beard accompanied by a defined jawline all composed perfectly on his square-shaped face. His slick jet black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He was a handsome-looking man with a stern expression. Anyone who gazed upon him would assume he was in his middle thirties and someone important.

, She was saying and sobbing at the same time. Aashmaan didn't get any negative aura from him. That gentleman chuckled as he held her protectively in his toned masculine arms. "Hey Kiddo! Will you always jump on a stranger like this?", the gentleman asked in his deep manly voice. Aashmaan shook her head negatively and sobbed loudly. Gentleman hugged Aashmaan and rubbed her back. "At least open your eyes and see whom you're sticking with like a baby gorilla", Gentleman said and made her giggle.

I pick up my phone and pull up the email again. Three profiles. Three men. Three masks. The Gentleman. A half-mask, oni style. Elegant. Sharp. His photo shows a man with a jawline carved from patience, salt just beginning to thread through dark hair at his temples. A suit tailored like second skin. He looks like control. He smells like rules you want to break. His list: bondage, anal play, slow torture of the best kind. He likes precision over chaos. “I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.”