Paradise Gentleman Novels & Stories

Parish nodded with admiration and said, “I didn’t expect that a young lady such as yourself would not only have excellent riding skills but a remarkably sharp mind as well.” “Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Parish. I’ll accept it graciously.” Mr. Parish laughed joyously when he heard this. “I really like you very much, young lady. If you don’t mind, you can call me Grandpa Zov. Even Dimas doesn’t get such a privilege.”

The man with the moustache turned his long piercing gaze to me and answered in his strange manner, “I saw this gentleman for the first time today. And you too, dear lady.” I frowned, “But... how come? Why did you... er...” I waved my hand, nervously biting the inside of my cheek. “Why did I allow this dear gentleman to take all these beautiful suits and give him a purse full of gold?” I nodded hurriedly, with my mouth almost open in expectation. The man imperturbably lowered his gaze, writing something down in his invoices and saying slowly, “I liked him. And you. You’re a fine pa… company.”

He must be as kindhearted as his father. Gabriel smiled and watched as a familiar figure jumped down from the jet. He leaned into Sydney and whispered in her ear, " Well, he's here." She looked confused until Gil walked to her. He looked less like a carpenter and more like a high-class business Tycoon. Gil resisted a smile when he saw her. He stretched out his hand in greeting. "Blake Patel. I'm guessing you are the famous Sydney Reed." If he wasn't The Alfred Patel's son, you'd think he was teasing.

And now he was telling me there was more? The paradoxical man I met, a biker with a gentlemanly manner and overly masculine persona, does not live in an ivory tower. I keep waiting for someone to jump out from behind a wall with a camera ever since we first stepped foot in the building. The way he was greeted by the doorman with such reverence and the way he treated the other man was like seeing a whole other person in action. I feel like I’m about to pass out again. That man had all but bowed, and I’m not going to start on how he greeted me. I almost looked behind me to see who he was talking to.

said one of the men. I did not know each person’s name. Not that it was still necessary. I just keep looking through the expressions on their faces. It was enough for me to understand the gravity of each statement thrown at this discussion. “What do they mean paradise of pleasure?” Callan fixed his coat and leaned in towards me so he could whisper in my ears. “The main thriving business of the Cato clan, they own an island in Italy where only high-profile persons with exclusive passes can get in and enjoy the privileges offered. Everything could be found in there. Drugs, gambling, prostitutes, pit fights, auctions, and many others.”

The silence on the other end was awkward and heavy. "Oh," the man said, his drunken confidence fading. "You didn't know? I just assumed you two... well, never mind." He cleared his throat. "I'll send the photos to you. You can see for yourself." A few seconds later, a series of photos appeared on Cesare's phone, and he opened them one by one. The location was tagged as Paradise Island. The first photo showed the ocean, which was so clear and blue that it was almost transparent. It was gorgeous to look at.

Club Paradise is not ordinary people, those rich and noble people are extremely generous. Even though Ashley had only been here three days, she had heard rumors that Antaram, who last time stood on the dim staircase with Elliot, had boasted yesterday that he was a rich, generous businessman and had given her 50 thousand dollars.

I send a message to Isaac to inform him that we're set to off. Me: hey, we're on our way to Paradise. I will call you later when we're done. Isaac: hmm, be careful all of you. Don't drink too much and have fun. After I read Isaac's message I set aside my phone and set it on vibrate. Our way to paradise only took 10 minutes to drive. We reached the place and see that it is already packed up with people. Tamara walked in the entrance with Avery and me on their tail. We took off our coats and went straight inside to check for our table.

It was obviously a male. "Relax," his deep and hoarse voice confirmed it. Karen summoned courage and asked "Who are you?" "Someone you don't want to know," he replied, the stench of alcohol and cigarette making Karen's nose twitched. "What do you want?" Karen asked "I think I'm the wrong person because I..I haven't offended anyone in my life and I'm just-" "A low class girl," he finished as his hand trailed up her thighs, into her gown. "Please," Karen gasped as she tightened her thighs together.

However, he gave me his full attention, and after hearing the shit storm I called Thursday night and Friday morning, he gave me my first round on the house. As Eddie was pouring me up a second round, the door to the bar swung open, and in walked a very striking man. At first, I thought I was hallucinating from my alcohol already because he looked so out of place in this bar. He was gorgeous, and if I wasn't so heartbroken, I would have fallen in love right there. He was literally the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; and although he looked to be around my age, there was something about him that seemed different than the usual men I went for.