The Perfect Gentleman

Rosy Gee
9 min readAug 21, 2023

Short fiction

Roger Altringham lived a very comfortable life and could afford to go on ferociously expensive holidays. He mostly went on luxury cruises and when he did fly, he always travelled First Class. He had never married but had had his fair share of women and was quite a charmer. He particularly enjoyed chatting with ladies online. Long into the night, he would have conversations with at least two women at the same time if not three, and sometimes, he even had four on the go, all at the same time. He thought it was an innocent enough thing to do but what he didn’t realise was that the ladies all swooned over his every word. You see, Roger had a way with words. He could make the fattest, ugliest, most downtrodden woman in the world feel spectacularly special. He didn’t go out of his way to do it; it just came naturally to him. He had had more proposals of marriage than he cared to recall.

There was Rosa from South Africa, Penny from Melbourne, Judy, a Brit living in the south of France, Annabelle from Kentucky, Eliza from Chicago and so the list went on. He had built up quite a hareem and was very proud of his accomplishment to captivate the ladies online and then capture their hearts with his words. He came across as a perfect gentleman to each and every one of them.

Judy was proving the most difficult to deal with. Roger never met his ladies in person and insisted on maintaining long-distant relationships with them. He preferred chatting with them online and occasionally he would engage in long-distance conversations. Judy had insisted that they speak on the telephone and he knew he should never have agreed and regretted his decision the moment he heard her voice. It was like listening to warm, velvety chocolate; sweet and smooth and dreamy. It was as if she wanted to make sure he hung on her every word. He found her utterly charming and even began to feel the stirrings of feelings for her, deep down inside. They were very faint but they were there all the same. He tried to tell himself not to get drawn in, to always remain on his guard and never let the ladies get the upper hand. He was the one who always had to be in control at all times. But Judy had somehow managed to wheedle her way into his affections. She was ringing today to ask him if he had made his reservation to fly down to meet her. She had invited him to stay at…

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Rosy Gee

An author working hard towards becoming a full-time novelist. You can find out more here: http://rosygee.substack.com