Novel & Cerita Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

“Women like Blondie here like the good things in life. And I wouldn't rank being poor in that category.” ‘I agree entirely,’ Genie thought caustically. “Well, well,” Henry said with gleeful anticipation. “Even she is a gold digger, you might still introduce her to us, Nix.” Genie watched Blondie with the man whose arm she'd been clinging to. Immediately she felt not only inferior in the beauty department but a great big clumsy horse by comparison.

If this happened over three months ago, how much worse did it get leading up to last month? “Next, I slid my way down the hall. There was a couple passed out naked near the bathroom door. The door was ajar, so I nudged it. A guy with two naked ladies lay in the bathtub. My bedroom door was closed. I didn’t knock. John was passed out on the bed. His dick was still in some blonde. His hands were on the tits of yet another blonde.” Taylor takes a long pull from the bottle of Jack. “No offense, Ken. These are the kinds of blondes I loathe. They are tall, skinny, and big-boobed. They do and get whatever they want without a care for anyone else.”

He advises and looks at her feet that were indeed covered by white high heels that I wouldn't dare walk with, not if I wanted to fall and break my ass. Her eyes narrows with anger before she rolls her eyes." Why are you even talking to me?" She clicks her tongue in a rude manner and plasters a smile on her face as she gives Luke her attention. "Luke honey can we be partners-" Her brown cold eyes settle on me before her nose wiggles in a snooty manner as though I was dirt underneath her fancy shoes." I am way prettier than this blonde hag."

“I don’t like blondes.” My eyes widened. What did she mean? She’s a blonde. “Why is that?” her Alpha asked. “They are egotistical and pretentious. Call me stereotypical but I don’t care.” she deadpanned. Perhaps the Red Moon spy who broke her heart was a blonde or else I don’t understand what she was on about. Your Silver began laughing, and strange enough, Edwin chuckled too. “Well blondes aren’t my type either. But look were we are. I’d prefer a redhead.” He said.

“And get rid of your blond hair. White guys are about as foreign as Kleenex.” “You're just jealous you didn't inherit mom's locks,” he teased, running his fingers through his curls and grinning rakishly. “I could pass as a Swedish exchange student. It's why I get all the ladies.” “And why you have the brain of a potato.” “That's only if you're a chick. If you're a man, it means you're a stud. Like Apollo, or David Beckham.”

“Nah, they aren’t my type.” “I noticed you were looking at them with interest.” “It’s pretty entertaining to see dudes whine about their Ex. Especially the younger-looking one. He’s kinda cute.” “I guess cute isn’t your type?” “Exactly.” Jordan poured down vodka down her throat, leaving behind a nice burn. … “She sounds like the snake I used to date,” Blake muttered. He hung his heavy arm around Jacob’s shoulder. “I guess women prefer assholes. I was too fucking nice to her.” Jacob slurred, swaying back and forth. The booze kicked in too damn well.

“I’m very honored to be among such esteemed gentlemen, but I’d like to know . . . what do you actually do here?” Mr. Pervis turned to this man with aplomb, beaming as though he hadn’t lost his temper only moments ago. “We do a great many splendid things, such as admire each others’ beards, or showing each other our canes, where we hide pictures of a coquettish nature. We have our beards cleaned and styled by beautiful servant girls. And we vigorously ridicule the shaven gentleman.” The other men grumbled their approval. “You know,” remarked the new member, “Mr. Cillian is shaven. And I hear he actually likes it that way.”

Dani said matter of fact. "Jesus Christ Dani!" I yelled. "What? We're all family here now, and we don't hide anything from family." "But that's just TMI for the men here," I stated, sinking in my seat, trying to be invisible now. "There's nothing to he ashamed of. We all have our preferences," Jon added. "You know, big bro, Dee here has never dated a white man. She says she prefers them black. But who can blame her that's how I like my women too," he leaned over and kissed Dani. There was tongues involved and all. Then he pulled away.