Novel & Cerita Rugged Gentleman

We walk past a hallway, past offices with large windows, and soon we arrive at a set of mahogany double doors which Gypsy pushes open, revealing two desks at each end and another door in the middle. The lady, knocks once on the door and pushes it in, revealing a large office, a large desk, and Marciano leaning on it while he goes through something on his iPad. He's not wearing a jacket, and his sleeves are rolled all the way to his elbows. If it wasn’t for the scar running along his side, he could pass for any powerful CEO in the city. The kind people trusted. The kind people underestimated. He doesn’t lift his gaze when I enter and take a seat. But when he finally does, it’s to tell the lad

He was fairly handsome, with short dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, he had average muscular built and a soft tan skin. Height wise, he was a few inches taller than Clara. The man clearly had a style as he was seen wearing a white t-shirt and a plain leather jacket with jeans on. It was not exactly the typical street style she expected to see in Paris but she was not complaining. Clara looked up to meet his eyes, his eyes was naturally deep but his gaze was penetrating. He scratched his fingers before walking over to Clara with an eased yet firm gesture. "Pickpockets, there are a few in Paris, you must be more careful, fortunately that rascal was easily scared. Next time, don't make yourself

“He never was very good at sharing. Don’t be surprised if he’s glued to your side most of the day.” They both were very handsome and had nice smiles.Jamie was a dark skin with fresh wavy hair.He wore a black elegant work suit that looked freshly ironed.He had silver earrings on and a silver wrist watch. Robin on the other hand was a light skin.He wore a milkish-brown suit and kept his smile on. “I’ve heard so much about you two.Y’all like besties right?”,i giggle. Jamie laughs while Robin smirks—both clearly used to Aiden being territorial.

Their smiles displayed rotted teeth that were so thick with plaque, she questioned if they’d ever seen a tooth brush. The gentleman, on the other hand, wore quality black woolen fabric that was tailored to fit him perfectly. His black, wide brimmed hat was elegant, yet suitable for protection against the sun. His crisp white shirt had ruffles down the front as well as the cuffs of his sleeves. His boots were perfectly polished. There was a familiarity about his mannerism and dress that she couldn’t place, until she spotted the well-oiled holster and gun. He was dressed and carried himself like Aiden. Could he also be a gunslinger?

In one hand, he carried a small leather travel case, and a gold ring flashed on his finger as he adjusted his coat. The wind pushed at his coat, but he walked down the stairs like the air itself had no power over him. He smiled, as he scanned the waiting men below. When his shoes touched the ground, Macholo and the others stepped forward. They gave him the kind of nod that wasn’t common; it was the kind of greeting only men who understood respect gave. Macholo extended his hand, and Ruger took it. “Welcome back to the ground, General,” Macholo said with a half-smile.

My head tilts back slightly, and I drop the shirt to my feet. The door opens to reveal a tall man, with a similar look to Colton. Only I can tell he’s a bit older, and Colton has a black beard. The man is good-looking though, I guess it runs in the family. He is the embodiment of the rugged cowboy, a man who commands attention without saying a word. His broad shoulders and muscular frame hint at a life of hard work under the sun, while his stance exudes quiet confidence. His face is striking, with a chiseled jawline and just a touch of scruff that adds to his rugged charm. Piercing eyes, intense and calculating, seem to hold a thousand untold stories. His expression is serious, almost broodi

The darkened look in his eyes filled me with a strange satisfaction. “And you don’t seem like the type who frequents brothels and… pleasure houses either.” I admitted. “I never realized I looked that much of a gentleman.” He mused. In truth, he looked nothing like a gentleman, in fact, the opposite was the case. There was something savage about him, and it wasn’t just the tattoo of a dying tulip-flower running down his neck and disappearing into his suit collar, no, it was the look in those dark, hooded eyes that gave him away

, Gentleman said and made her giggle. Aashmaan stood up on her feet but yelped. He held her firmly. Aashmaan opened her eyes only to meet the two black stones shining in the bright light. The gentleman saw her appearance and when his eyes landed on her torn dress and naked chest, he immediately closed his eyes and looked away from her. He gave his jacket to Aashmaan cover her body. Aashmaan grabbed his jacket and wore it. Her body was covered and she felt comfortable as she inhaled his masculine cologne that was not similar to that person who wrapped his shirt around her.

His jawline was sharp, his shoulders broad, and his waist trim—traits that spoke of disciplined dedication. A light, perfectly groomed stubble added to his rugged appearance, and his tattoos were telling me another story. Immaculately combed black hair framed a face dominated by deep brown eyes. His nose was shaped with a hint of aristocracy. His clothing was a testament to refined taste—a tailored suit that accentuated his physique and an air of sophistication. No, he was too well-groomed to be a crook or a thug but he wasn't a gentleman either. He was some high-class criminal, not someone to be messed with...

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th