Champagne Problems Novels & Stories

“Uhm, I don’t want to sound like a douche at all. I just really think you should add more variety of pastries to your chocolate cakes and cookies. I know everyone probably already knows you for the chocolate from the business name and all, but I really think variety should be the spice of your shop. Also, if you can add coffee that would be great.” “Thank you. I’ll think about it. What made you think of it?” “Let’s say, I don’t want to go too far to get these things when I can easily come out of my office to get them.” She laughs. “Interesting. Makes a lot of sense. Thank you.” “Let’s head back down to my party, shall we?” “Sure.” She stands up and I grab a bag under my table. “Here’s the wi

After a moment, we took our time lathering and massaging every inch of each other’s bodies, probing my tender slit, and tantalizing his erect cock, still sensitive from stimulation. After drying ourselves, we walked into the room, wrapped in towels, and found a bottle of champagne. There was also an assortment of cheese on a platter sitting on the table. I was quick to pop open the champagne, allowing it to fly everywhere before pouring it into a glass. I held it out for him, but he shook his head as if to say he didn’t want any. I drank the entire glass of champagne with a disgusted look on my face. It tasted bitter. I had thought that since everyone loved it in movies it would taste great—

He hadn't even touched it. "What's wrong? Drink up, have some fun." I nudged him. Shimmer took his shot and drowned it in her throat. She then left and came back with a bottle of whiskey, poured it in for him and then he drank it. I stared in confusion. She smiled, "He doesn't drink champagne.". "Champagne is better, come on. Don't be a hard nut to crack. We're trying to have fun here," I groaned. "I'm not running a paid ad for whiskey or anything. I jus-"

I paused, feeling Mike almost humming with excitement beside me. "What is this?" I asked, looking at Mike, his face paling as he stammered over his words. "Champagne." He uttered, his eyes flashing behind me to Anthony. I eyed his glass, which looked like water and frowned. "I don't drink champagne. Would you mind if we swap?" I asked with a winning smirk as I held my hand out for his glass. "I know you like this stuff... but it always tastes like cat's piss if you ask me." I revealed, taking the glass out of his hand without waiting for a reply.

pun intended. I bit my lips and closed my eyes. “However,” I started again, “the inventory tracking system shows only two hundred and forty cases were checked in, and the sales ledger only accounts for twenty cases sold. That leaves a sixty case discrepancy and that's approximately fifty four thousand worth of champagne that has simply vanished between the loading dock and the storage cellar. Someone is clearly diverting high value stock before it's even fully recorded." I finally completed my words.

Until there's nothing left except exhaustion and the steady beat of Damian's heart under my ear. "Better?" His voice rumbles through his chest. "No." I pull back, wiping my face with my hands. I probably look like a raccoon. "But I'm done crying for now." His mouth twitches. Almost a smile. "Good. Because I have something for you." He reaches forward and I realize for the first time that there's an ice bucket on the opposite seat, condensation dripping down the sides. Champagne. Dom Pérignon, if the label is anything to go by.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we really can't help you there. We do have Champagne Dom Perignon, though. How about that?" Moxxi scowled. "Do you have vodka?" "Of course!" The waiter promptly nodded, though confused by the sudden leap from wine and champagnes down to cheap spirits. Moxxi then ranted, "You see, like how a Champagne Dom Perignon is worth a hundred bottles of vodka, a Dom Perignon P3 is worth a hundred bottles of Champagne Dom Perignon. That makes the corkage fee of one Dom Perignon P3 more expensive than a Champagne Dom Perignon. Do you get it?!"

After all, I could handle every issue they point at me. I went to a place where I could be alone. I was just here for the champagnes. Law lured me using it. Because he knows that champagnes are my only weakness. And who am I to say no? After all, I have an attitude that boasts everything I have to those social climbers. Celebrities are nothing but fakes. Two-faced people. Tsk. I looked at my champ and smiled, "Wines for innocence. Tequilas for bitchiness. And champagnes for sophistication. That's how they should define beverages as women." I'm a champagne.

~ ~Footprints in the dew, a trace of the unknown,~ ~A symphony of secrets, in the moonlight we’re thrown. As I swayed my hips to the song, I took a greedy slurp from my glass, savoring the apple taste of the Moet & Chandon wine. There was a reason champagne was a drink for the rich. Bored, I picked up the bottle of champagne with just half the content left and took a swig. I might as well have fun since I had no company. “Crap!” I shoot for the center table, following the buzz of my phone. It was a call since it buzzed nonstop.

Champagne exfoliates. Trevor's jaw dropped. Ren looked like he'd just witnessed a murder. Her mother turned around slowly like she was reconsidering the entire concept of family. Dominique coughed and sputtered, champagne staining the front of her perfect outfit. Her parents descended on them immediately, her mother putting a protective arm around Dominique while her father's face contorted with rage. "Have you lost your mind?" he thundered, drawing even more attention to the scene. So y'all really thought I was about to sip on a drugged-ass drink and collapse like some Lifetime movie extra? Not today. Not ever. I may be dramatic, but I ain't stupid.