Paradise Gentleman Novels & Stories

After the double wooden door, there was a front desk and behind it, a very smiley gentleman. He was tall, thin, white hair and complexion, and a large wooden pipe that smelled like vanilla and fine tobacco. "Good evening, my friends. What can I do for you today?" The gentleman started with a small courtesy reverence, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a second, and then returning it. "My name is Gill, and I will be your host for tonight." Belle was pretty used to a wealthy life, but she was not used to the architecture with central gardens, like Moroccan or Islamic architecture.

"No harm will come to you, Miss Parr. You have my word as a gentleman." "Gentleman?" she scoffed. "Some gentleman you are. Dragging women from carriages, drugging them. You have not one ounce of honor. I don't even see what this has to do with my uncle. Men like you ruin women like me and never look back. I dare you to deny it."

he hums near my neck as he hands slid down my joggers. “Why me? Out of so many girls at ‘Paradiso’, why me?” I ask and his movements stops. His eyes continuously staring into mine finding the root of this bizarre question, he doesn’t find it however. “Let me bargain, I’ll deduct $100,000 instead since I’m not answering it.” he continues moving his hands around my bare legs. Why are they not telling me? Is it so hard to answer? “$150,000… add them but answer.” I gasp as his hands contact my clit. He bursts into laughter, his eyes looking into mine as if he’s never seen someone as imprudent as me.

Two Months Later. Bar Paradiso People called it paradise on earth—a world of luxury and excess that others spent their whole lives pursuing. Yet, it was a world of decadence and corruption. In one of the lavish private rooms, a man lounged on a sofa in the corner. His face was so strikingly handsome that it seemed like the masterpiece of a dedicated artist, sculpted with the utmost care. His sharp, defined features exuded a wild, yet refined allure, with an aura of untouchable power.

He enjoyed women and the redhead with her plump figure had attracted his attention the first day when he had come to check out Lucien Delano’s extravagant new Gentleman’s Club that was rumored to offer every kind of depraved, decadent man a place to exorcise his kinks. Sighting the little plump bird had attracted his attention the first time around; and he had managed to wheedle an invitation for a second visit, ostensibly to admire the construction and book a room for the future. His companions, also his compatriots, had wandered away on the guided tour of the place being conducted by the White Witch, Danielle M.

The man chuckled at them and said, “Perhaps this is a blessing in addition, since I might not have been able to see and meet you here if you hadn't encountered that accident. Playing ball games also caused my bones to dislocate. I'm in pain right now.” He said, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips, "You small little guy, maybe you don't make fun of your friend for being here because God allows things to happen for a reason; that reason is that she should make new friends who will encourage her to live happily even in the midst of a storm. If we think about it, there is paradise in the midst of a storm if we consider it a necessary part of life to become strong, wise, and mature.”

not sure why she was apologising, when the man kept staring at her as if she was an unwanted human being. "I forgot to tell you some little details about our trip. Juan Perkins is a man who owns an island in Thailand, he finally decided to make a resort. So as you're my PA, you have to look presentable." He said, assessing her. Nevena was not sure if to comment or what. But, she let him continue. "And you'll need a change of clothes…not this" he said gesturing with his hand on her body. Nevena looked at him, not believing he was criticising her clothes.

I saw the way he opened his car door for you,omg he’s a gentleman…he is so handsome girl”,she smiled at me,poking me with her elbows. ”What if he’s THE ONE?He looks so perfect,did he take your number?Please tell me he did”. “He did take my number…he talks—weird,like—”.I attempt to mimic his low rich voice and way of speaking—I clear my throat- “IF YOU PROSTRATE BEFORE THEE I MAY GRANT THINE WISHES”.Leila laughed so hard “what the hell??You’re probably just exaggerating—that does sounds like someone from a very very rich background,hmm”,we both laughed.

Soph nods slowly like she’s trying to understand the words of a kindergartner, then she shakes her head suddenly like a light bulb lit up in her head. “That picture, Hannah! How did you manage to attend an Isa Ramona charity event? And most importantly, how did you attend it with one of the most mysterious businessmen in the country?” I part my lips to answer but no words form. “I mean the man is known as a resident playboy so it’s no surprise these pictures are everywhere, but you won’t even believe who brought it to my attention,” she says with a little roll of her eyes. “Who?” I ask, my brows raised.

Miller proud. He smiled shaking his head. “In that case, gentleman, I wish you all the best. And yes, mark my words, with the honesty you have in you, that day is not very far when you will achieve all that you desire, including Paradis d’Amour.” Mr. Miller blessed him, proud words for the young man laced his tone.