Like A Gentleman Novels & Stories

"He's a real gentleman. There are no men like him nowadays. You can't understand him, even though you've known him for too many years." "And I'm not a real gentleman?" "No. You're just a man," Eva said and left before Jean could kiss her.

Just a gentle smile and a gentleman’s goodbye. And I didn’t know what to make of it. I mean, I’m not some desperate girl out here begging for attention, but… have you seen the man? That build under his suit? Those quiet, confident eyes? The way he looks like he knows exactly what to do with a woman’s body?

He buttons his blazer slowly, his smile never wavering. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he says, his voice calm, almost teasing. “A simple gesture. A gentleman sees a lady shopping, he pays the bill. Isn’t that tradition?” Bianca’s laugh is short, brittle, and humorless. “A gentleman?” She folds her arms, her diamond bracelet glinting under the boutique lights. “You’re many things, Wade, but let’s not insult words by twisting them into masks they’ll never wear.” He tilts his head, unbothered by the insult. “Harsh. I’ll take that as your way of saying thank you.”

Patrick blurted out. The thin black brows rose in an expression of faint hauteur. "I can think of no one who has a better right to be in this house", the other gentleman replied. "I am Lord Clements". Patrick recoiled. "What!" An angry flush mounted to his cheeks. "This is nothing but an ill mannered jest! You are not Lord Clements! You cannot be!" "Why can I not be Lord Clements?" said the gentleman. "It is impossible! I don't believe it! Lord Clements is - must be - an older man!" cried Patrick.

“Um, sure. Yeah. As long as you promise to behave yourself.” “Haven’t I proved myself to be a gentleman, Miss Scott?” I scoffed. He laughed, and the sound traveled down my chest, causing my nipples to rouse from their slumber. He had been more than a gentleman, and I didn’t particularly like it. “See you soon, Beth.”

So I simply turned and made my way toward the elevator. But after a few steps, I paused and glanced over my shoulder. Through the glass doors, I caught a glimpse of his back as he walked away—calm, unbothered, his umbrella still in hand. What a gentleman. If only all men were like him.

Cheyenne complains. I can't see who it is because he is blocked from view. When he spoke, I could hear a slight annoyance in his voice at Cheyenne. "I didn't see your name on it." Cheyenne scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. "Whatever man, you obviously are not a gentleman!" She was about to turn around to leave before he spoke again. "And please enlighten me as to how I am not a gentleman." He asked, clearly intrigued. She flips her hair over her shoulder and waved her hand at us. "A gentleman, having seen that us women were heading for the table, would have given it to us."

He knew I knew he was staring at me, there was nothing to hide there. "I also heard that rule applies only to gentlemen". He said, getting my humor of teasing him. "So are you saying Alpha Abbadon you are not a gentleman?!" I asked him amused. Now I was fully staring at him. "I am many things Baela but a gentleman, I cannot say". He said, deliberately being vague. He wasn't going to allow himself he boxed into a stereotype. "But I thought being a gentleman was good, that's like a compliment!" I said. I meant it.

He hugged me while I continued fake crying. Damn, this man is the complete definition of a gentleman Alpha. No Alpha in this world can match him when it comes to this. He's serious and strict when he's supposed to be and he is gentle with the ones he loves. I know this is how his parents raised him. His pack has always been different from others.

“You really don’t have to, Gabe. It’s a long ways and it’s pointless for you to walk me. It’s not like I’m going to get mugged or something in this part of town. You don’t have to take the hike with me.” “Nonsense,” Gabe said, matter-of-factly. “I’m happy to walk with you. It’s a nice night and it feels good to be outside.” A coy smirk crossed my face. Is this what a real gentleman is like? Or did I die and wake up in a different era, where men actually treated women like princesses?