The Gentlemen Series Novels & Stories

Dinner that night was… strange, no other word for it. There were no arguments between the men, who all seemed to have picked up manners and etiquette from somewhere in the last couple of hours. I watched and listened to the light banter that was mostly shared between Mace and Celine. She had no idea she was being questioned by an expert. Each probe was meant to put her at ease, each follow-up revealing more about their life under the tyranny of Sam. I was even gladder now that I'd sent Wolf after him. He and I were gonna have a lot to talk about.

Callum glanced back to the big hall. People were dancing, perfectly moving in circlers "I have a problem steering away from the furniture, I thought you've noticed by now. And I'm afraid I'm already dizzy enough." He smiled at his glass. Oliver moved closer and said "And the hair?" "Oh, my previous longer hair destroys the shape of the physiognomy and it's vulgar, my dear valet." "If I knew what that means, I'd agree with you. " Callum snorted. He was resting one of his hands on the rail and Oliver put his hand next to his. White gloves were a compulsory part of the gentleman's wear for a ball, but Oliver's was bare. He wasn't a gentleman, after all.

However, just as the director of the hospital takes the stage to address the situation, the doors to the auditorium open, and in walks a group of five men dressed in tailor-made tuxedos. My stomach drops and twists, bile mixed with longing and excited nervousness rising and lodging in my throat as my eyes lock in on the man in the middle. The one and only Christian Roman.