The Gentleman's Gambit Novels & Stories

“Go ahead.” “What do you have to lose?” “What do you mean?” “Have coffee with me. If after a coffee date you don’t like me on a personal level, then we will keep things business. I promise not to let my personal feelings affect our business negotiations.” “Mr. Winter. You are a billionaire many times over. You go through women like I do socks and are notorious for being a womanizer. You’ve clearly done your research on me if you’ve had your security obtain my phone number. You know your experience in dating exceeds mine by at least ten years given how much older you are than I am. What a billionaire playboy wants with an MIT nerd is not hard to suss out.”

Because I am a woman and will swoon when a man says something that’s straight out of a romance novel, my heart does a traitorous thing, it beats faster. Mr. Hilton seems satisfied with his answer because he looks at his wife also with softness in his eyes. I heard they were rivals back in the day. We continue eating in peace and after dinner, Mr. Hilton promises to schedule a meeting with Kathy, my assistant so we can focus on the investing contract. Just a few more months and my game is officially going into launch. When he’s gone, it’s just Jeremy and I and a table filled with food. Should I commend Jeremy for saying words that can make any woman’s heart flip? Certainly not, he might take

Mr Jay replied nervously and everything became clear, for some reason I could see through his eyes. "Blatant lies" Larson slammed his hand hard on the table "Mr Reynold" I mumbled under my breath but loud enough for him to hear me. "You're a liar, you couldn't exploit the company while being under the watch of Mr Ray Smith and when you finally got the chance you and Maynard worked together. Miss Smith are you aware that your scum of an ex husband has been using the dubai money project to fund different women lifestyles, I have checked the statistics and I have seen a lot of women names" Larson said coldly and it hit me like a bomb. Charlotte wasn't the only woman in his life but he had other

Cedric, Audrey's older brother, had won a pair of Arabian horses earlier that year in this very room from a fellow who'd nearly killed Cedric and his wife in an act of vengeance. Jonathan wisely avoided those tables. He'd never been one to gamble, at least not with money. The flick of cards and the games of chance held no appeal to him. Though he now owned a small country estate and a townhouse in London as well as a decent fortune and a steady income given to him by his half brother, he couldn't find it in himself to risk even small sums at the gaming tables. He had spent his entire life earning his way. The thought of tossing it all away by chance was utter madness.

Prescott. "You're nowhere near qualified to compete with me." The Prescotts. Julian Prescott. In my previous life, I'd secretly had feelings for him, but now I saw him for what he was: a mediocre man with an absurdly high opinion of himself. I knocked her hand away and said with a bright smile, "Wow, really? That's incredible. You're amazing!" Her mouth opened, and confusion flashed across her face. Just then, Lydia Kaplan - the wealthy socialite who was supposedly my mother - came up behind her with a smile. "Of course our Daphne is amazing. Unlike certain people, she doesn't need to put on an act."

Roman The private study is designed for men to make deals that should never see the light of day. Gerald closes the door behind us. Locks it. Alexander Kingston sits in one of the wingback chairs and spreads out his legs like he owns everything. That predatory smile never leaves his face. I remain standing. Hands in my pockets to hide the fact they’re clenched into fists. “Gentlemen,” Gerald says, moving to the bar. “Can I get you anything?” “Scotch,” Kingston says. “Neat.”

Money removed curiosity, I had power now and I could control things … I stepped onto the pavement and straightened slowly. The Gilded Cage loomed ahead, its bronze doors reflecting the city lights in distorted streaks of gold. From the outside it resembled a high-end private club. Those who mattered knew it was the city’s most exclusive underground gambling den. I adjusted the charcoal-grey silk trench coat draped over my tailored black suit. The fabric sat perfectly against my frame, structured and deliberate. My hair, once soft waves that framed a softer woman, was pulled back into a precise low bun, not a strand out of place.

ARIA. The television bathed the room in a sterile glow, every headline slicing across the screen like a blade. None of us spoke. None of us needed to. We sat in silence, watching Oliver Rothchild’s kingdom burn to ash. The Rothchilds had tried to smother the story, the way they smothered everything that threatened to stain their pristine name. Money, favors, and threats had always been their weapons. But not this time. Gambit’s file had been a kill shot, and she had pulled the trigger by putting it in the right hands.

“Do all girls read The Great Gatsby? And would you consider it weird for a guy if you knew he’s read the entire thing cover to cover ten times in one year?” I read my reply, “I’ve read it more than twenty times already, so that obsession is very welcome. Oh, the only thing hotter than a gentleman is a gentleman that reads.” His reply: “You’d be glad to know I draw too.” “Well, let’s just say the back of my thumb is pressed to my forehead from the hit that is.” I’d added laughing emojis and cute hearts, too. “My name is Genevieve; Genevieve Carlyle.” “Is it bad if a guy swoons too? I’m Felix; Felix Whitmore.”

She had seduced him so well that no woman could seduce him now. They entered the limousine—which he owned, of course—and their valet drove them to the gala that a famous tycoon running for senator held for all the businesspeople. As they entered the gala, everyone was, of course, captivated by her. Known as Gabriel's wife, Mrs. Lawson. Gabriel was, of course, a doting husband, and every tycoon was a little self-conscious about their bodies whenever they looked at him and his beautiful, sexy wife.