Mr Gatsby Novels & Stories

he said and headed for the stage with four bodyguards behind him. "You are friends with Mr Carter?" Mrs Garcia asked knowing exactly who Mr Carter is. A well-known billionaire with power and influence. Rumour has it that he has a very handsome son and might be looking for a suitor for his son soon. "He is an old-school friend. We never met again after college," he replied "Well, you have met him now and you have his card," she said and Mr Garcia already knew what she meant as he watched her grab a glass of wine from the waiter who just walked past her holding a tray of wine.

My wavy blonde hair was pushed to my right shoulder, revealing my bare back and emerald earrings. A wave of pride swept through me when I caught the valet sneaking glances at me. I felt like a goddess who had just descended down to earth, and I couldn't wait to see Theodore's face when he saw me. A middle-aged man dressed in a grey suit cleared his throat and stepped away from the group of men. “Good evening, Mrs. Knight,” he greeted with a low bow. “I am Mr. Gilbert, the manager of the restaurant. Please follow me.”

That's when I spotted a familiar figure of a man emerging from a sleek red Bugatti. Grey Gabriel Bradford has just arrived! “Shit!” I mumbled under my breath as the man absently looked up in my direction.

We greeted a few of the guests that approached us and I tried to wear a fake smile and tolerate the feel of my husband’s hand rubbing on my waist. I looked around the corners, particularly searching for Gabriel and I was flustered to find he was already watching me from a dark corner. He was sipping his glass of champagne, looking dashing in his black tux. He was indeed a handsome devil. “Look who we have here, the great Grant.” Someone said, drawing my attention forward. It was an older man with grey hair holding a pretty blonde girl in a red dress. “Martin Ford.” Easton said, seemingly surprised to see him as they shook hands.

and there he was. Mr. Gabriel Hawthorne. A tall well built man in his early thirties, with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and piercing blue eyes In short, this man was breath taking He was one of the richest men in the world...a self-made billionaire known for his innovative tech companies that changed entire industries. People said he had a brilliant mind that could predict the future of business. But he clearly had weird interests “Elias Mitchell . Right on time. Strip.” He said no hello,no pleasantries. Just that single command.

she stated, sticking out her hand for a handshake. Our client took it swiftly and shook once before letting go. Cold, blue eyes met mine before he could respond to my mother with the same greeting. “Good noon Madame Rosecraft and oh, please just call me Mr. Hyde,” he spoke with an easy Russian accent and pulled a vacant chair to sit. “I had some business matters to attend to. I hope you didn’t get bored while waiting.” He acted composed like a gentleman no matter how menacing he looked like with that long, thick, bad scar on the corner of his left eye.

The rooms was beautiful and everything screamed rich as if telling me I don't belong here. I looked at Mr DiCaprio who was typing away on his phone. The man was as handsome has my prince charming in my dreams if not more. The two things I like about his face was his eyes and hair. His hair looked really soft and shiny making me wonder what hair products he used. "What hair products do you used sir?" "What" "I said what-" "I heard you the first time, why do you want to know?" "So who are we meeting?" "Mr Richard, he his an old investors of my father."

All the while my heart was still stammering but my body was satiated. “Janessa, I don't think I can resist. You've got a hold on me. You're like a Goddess. My Goddess.” he confessed. “Mr. G,” I started. “Graham,” I corrected as he made a face. “You're gonna have to accept this reality, as Mr. G, Graham and Mr. Caldwell,” I say. “I know. It's just so fast. So wrong but so right. I'm twice your age, your father figure and now this.” He groans.

He mused jokingly at the receiving end before the call ended on a beeping tone. Richard Grey, a billionaire and the CEO of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, a manufacturing company in New York. Additionally, a best friend and business partner to Mr. Jones Asher. As Mr. Jones stood upright in front of a mini bar at the left corner of his rusty bungalow, his face was embraced by anger. He took a glass cup and a bottle of French wine, poured some into the cup, took a sip, and let out his deep thoughts into the empty air.

I pushed Nadia behind me and glared at the man. "Who are you?" I asked. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, amusingly. "SAD.... That you don't know me." He pursed his lips. "Who. Are. You?" I emphasized each word this time. He smirked. "Your eyes are blessed because standing in front of you is the most feared and powerful Mafia..." He paused with a Cheshire smile." The one and only Ron Gusevi..." He bowed in front of me animatedly. "Nice meeting you, Mrs Naomi Kingston."