Novel & Cerita Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

The man’s sleeve darkened where the whiskey spilled, and she knew she was screwed. The others chuckled low and lazy, like a pack of dogs watching their alpha corner a prey. There were only three of them. Three devils sent from hell. The blonde one she was pouring a drink for led, while the almost-bald one leaned in with a pervy grin, eyes twinkling like he enjoyed watching women squirm. And the third, darker-skinned and muscular, lounged back with a cigar between his teeth. “What do you think, boys? I like her,” he continued.

Let's get this over with and make examples of them all. "We'll get them. Let's see what they do. They may not stay here long if they plan to get her alone somewhere." We watch, and they sit at a booth below. The blonde woman doesn't even realize how the other men are looking at her. She only has eyes for Mike. I get it; I was naïve like that, too. He made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the world. I guess that's why they have him get their prey. It doesn't hurt that he's handsome, too.

Leila gasped, and Maggie shook with silent laughter. “Well, damn.” Kayle shook her head. “You could be right there.” She paused, touching a finger to her lips for a second. “But at least I have variation. Males, female, gay, straight, y'know. Jack just goes for blondes.” “Which is why I'm almost surprised this is working.” Leila smiled. “Because Sandra is definitely not a blonde.” “There's nothing wrong with being blonde,” Maggie huffed. “Of course there isn't.” I patted her naturally-blonde hair. “But your hair is a nice blonde, not bottle blonde like the usual rats that rub against him.”

"She's very pretty isn't she?" "Er, I suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so. She's a bit er... ginger for me." I burst out laughing. "You don't like redheads?" His eyes slide sideways. "I prefer brunettes." ***** The front doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered and strappingly built. My heart sinks as I recognise him.

“I like blondes.” “Paws off,” Knight snapped. “What if she’s an ugly blonde?” Badger went on. “Some blondes are fake blondes too. You know there’s potions for that stuff.” Knight shrugged. “It’s a political marriage,” he said. “We have a duty to fulfill and that’s it. You get it right, Ethan?” I licked my lips. “Right,” “What about you, big guy?” Badger teased. “How are you with the women?” “Very popular,” Blade teased. “I can tell. You have the air of a virgin about you that I’m sure women love.”

“Shane?” “What do you want me to say?” Shane sighed, shrugging one shoulder. “Dating you opened up my eyes. It made me realize that I don't actually have problems with blondes,” he smirked and glanced at Bryson who evidently had wavy blonde hair, “Thanks to you, I realized that I was just having problems with girls. So yeah, thank you for making me realize that I prefer guys to girls.” The whole room gasped but she managed to stifle the urge. “So, Kels, I guess this is it, huh?”

Then, as an afterthought, she added, “That’s Vlad, and he’s Andrei.” Both men were confident and could dance—not like your typical American men who only knew how to shuffle back and forth. Much to her amusement, Celine watched Andrei, the ice sculpture who was no longer glacial, watch Kim with heated eyes. He monopolized her attention as soon as he could, putting his hands possessively on her hips and glaring at anyone who tried to dance with her. Vlad stayed with Sierra and Celine and was a perfect gentleman until Sierra’s influencer friends joined, and he got handsy with Ashley. What was it with men and blonds?

He instructed and made to lay back on her thigh. Angela shook her head. “I guess that's how rich are”. Antonio jerked up. “I beg your pardon?” “Asking women for sex in exchange, isn't it something you rich people do?” She replied. “I never asked any of the women I've been with for it, they asked instead”. With a face and body like his…there is no lie detected, Angela thought. “They knew my obsession with blondes, and those blonde bitches decided to apply for pleasure. Some go to the extent of dying their hair and wearing contacts… I don't care as long as it's blonde and blue”.

Due to my limited experience with guys I believed they were damn gorgeous! Stacey and Angela quickly disappeared because they didn’t like pupils; leaving me and Gemma to dance with a few hunks. We soon retired into the pub and a tall, statuesque blond dude with a bent nose started talking drunkenly to me while his buddy got us a few drinks. I was mesmerized with his great looks, but I still had enough sense to be certain Gemma was close by if she'd have her tongue with a shaven headed man with no neck. With sober hindsight the men acted like lions in the jungle separating the wildebeest in the herd until they 'went for the kill'!