Champagne Problems Novels & Stories

Over the main course—an exquisitely cooked filet mignon paired with all my favorite sides—I find myself unwittingly opening up more about past events I’ve catered, high profile clients I’ve served, and most importantly, the Alpha gathering. “Champagne often causes headaches,” I explain through a bite of tender steak. “So to keep my clients happy and feeling good, I always keep an array of various ginger ales stocked behind my bar.” Damon listens intently, his focus solely on me in a way that would be flattering if it didn't feel slightly excessive. It almost feels… intimate, the way his intense eyes barely stray away from my face.

Darren came to sit beside me while I was trying hard to process every single thing that was happening with his leg pressed against mine and his dark eyes watching the two as they kissed too. My breathing grew heavier. “Fuck, look at them,” he muttered in a low voice. “That is so hot.” Marcus let out a deep chuckle from the other side of the room. “I have to say, somebody spiked this shit because there is no way in hell this is normal champagne.” He had a point. I tried to speak in response even though my voice came out rough. “You think so?” Darren turned to me and his right hand landed right on my thigh. “It does not matter,” he said to me with a nod. “It feels good, right?”

“I see you've got your roomie you've always been praying for, huh?” “This is Charlotte and Stephanie from across the hall,” Liv said, pointing at each of them as she made the introduction. “Girls, this is Trish." “Ooh someone brought the booze,” Stephanie said and sauntered past Trish to her bag. She grabbed the champagne which peeked out of Trish's bag and inspected it. “Eh,” she said with a hint of distaste as she eyed the bottle. “Gosset Celebris. Cheap…” “It costs two hundred bucks!” Trish blurted out defensively.

Sandy rolled her eyes and smiled, "Of course! This is quality alcohol and you might never get the opportunity to drink it again." Sighing, I decided to savor the moment and took a sip, letting the effervescence and fruity flavor fill my mouth. The taste of the champagne was exquisite, with its delicate bubbles dancing on my tongue. It had a delightful blend of fruity flavors that delighted my senses. "Wow, this is really good." Sandy chuckled, "I told you so." I couldn't resist and I kept drinking and drinking, appreciating every sip of the champagne. Sandy looked at me with amusement and warned me, "Careful, if you keep drinking like that, you're going to get drunk."

They walked over to the bar and James said “Stephan can I have a bottle of your most expensive champagne, with two glasses?” “Sure thing Boss!“ Stephan said as we rushed to fulfil their order. “You know you are eating into your profits right?” Kurt said “Jeeze can you take the night off?” Said James as Stephan poured two glasses of Champagne Cristal 2006 Mathusalem. “It's not like we can’t afford it!” James pointed out. Suddenly, Kurt heard a giggle as two women walked through an archway. “Please, please Grace, I can't dance anymore! I need to sit down and have a drink.” Said a woman in the red dress.

"Well you said you want red so we have maroon, vermillion, mahogany, barn red, and Camille" "Vermillion." "Okay." He wrote it down. "Is that all?" "Uhmmm...no. I also need to know what type of champagne you want at the event." Damian swirled in his chair. "Surprise me." "What?" "You heard me. Surprise me. If that's all, you can leave. I have work to do." Adam took his leave. He was more than happy to be out of Damian's toxic presence. The rest of the day went on stressfully. Adam found himself going over tons of champagne brands and their ratings. This wasn't his thing at all. He never counted himself as a champagne type. Red wine went well with everything or a Bacardi was good too.

Luke takes his seat; JJ opens the door, and our waiter enters with a bottle of champagne and a carafe of water. “Good Evening, Mr Craven.” Luke nods, “Good Evening, Sean.” “From your private stock, Sir.” The waiter, Sean, removes the cork with a flourish and pours the Champagne into the two flutes. Sean turns and sets the champagne bottle in an elegant champagne bucket pedestal and adds the water carafe to our table. I can’t help but check the label of the Champagne and almost choke Dom Perignon, a P3. We don’t even stock this at the bar. We have a couple of bottles of Dom but not P3; those bottles are more than $2000 each, which is from his private stock?!

He shrugs. "You are in your own home. Who cares if you get drunk or tipsy?" I smile. "I do. I don't want to make a mistake to piss off Dex." He nods. "I will keep an eye on you, okay?" I nod. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He chuckles as Hunter walks back in. "Pappy Van Winkle 20 years old. And Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, Romanee-Conti 1988," he said. I look to Luca for any ideas. He smiles and takes them from him.

Max waved his hand before he said, “Yes, of course! Why not? Just serve us the dish!” After he was done speaking, Max continued saying, “Oh, by the way, please bring us two bottles of Ace of Spades champagne!” The waiter replied, “Sir, a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne is $18,888.00. It is also non-refundable once the bottle of champagne is opened. Is that okay?” Max replied immediately, “Yes! Hurry up and serve it as soon as possible!”

In fact, he had my number. When I got hit by the heavy water drop, I jogged faster. I was still far from building the man who started the Campbell company... his wine brand, especially sparkling wines. I wanted to call them Champagne but we can't name them Champagne because they're not made in Champagne, a place in Italy.