Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

she mumbles while returning the glass to Shella. It didn't even take her long to tell its label and it made Shella annoyed. "Hey, you. Come here" She points at the waiter serving their table. The guy rushed to her side. Before he realizes why he was called upon, Shella has already torn away the cover of the bottle. The label was displayed to every eye watching her. It is indeed Cielo Cabernet Sauvignon 1910. Annoyed, she pushed the bottle back to the waiter, almost knocking him down. Good thing the man has a great balance.

And then she’d want to stay. Anyone would choose this life. Wouldn’t they? “Not romantic enough for you?” “It’s nice.” I couldn’t hear the sassiness in her voice. If anything, she sounded like it was all soothing to her. She even took a sip from the wine then made a face. “What the fuck is this shit?” I watched her swallow, her nose wrinkling as she stared at the glass like it had personally offended her and chuckled as I moved closer. “It's a 1982 Château Margaux. About four thousand dollars a bottle.”

“Thanks bro, I will pay you a special visit with my baby for helping out. ‘You are wlcome” Akin hangs the call and Marc goes to the wine bar and he brings out a wine and two glass, he fill two glasses and walks towards Chantel and he gives her a glass of wine and he has his in his hand and he sits on one of the Sofa’s . “Do you care to share? He asks. “Share what? Chantel asks. “Your bother’s I mean what is really bothering you? You can share with me , I have the listening ears” he said.

Lambert snapped. Before Bella could respond further, Alexander Moreau appeared, silent and imposing. His gaze swept the room, landing on Lambert, then Bella. “Problem?” His voice carried a weight that silenced everyone. Lambert bristled. “Your assistant insulted me, Moreau. I requested Château Margaux. I received… this.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. He took the glass from Lambert, swirling the liquid once before setting it down. “This is Château Pichon Baron,” he said coolly. “One of France’s finest vintages. If you consider it an insult, Monsieur Lambert, perhaps your palate is not as refined as you claim.”

Five minutes later, both set down their glasses almost simultaneously. “Cheval Blanc 1947, Lafite 1869, Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992, Lafite 1787, Margaux 1787, Romanee-Conti 1990, Margaux 2009," Darrell rattled off, casting a challenging glance at Sarah. “Now, bark! Or perhaps you'd like Renee’s assistance." Kristopher squinted his eyes.

She was a beautiful woman. The waiter walked at that moment with a bucket with wine bottles in it. “About time” Arnold muttered. The waiter bowed. He stood erect with his hand at his back “We have only the choicest wines, we have the 2016 Malbec, 2006 Syrah and the 2016 Chardonnay. What would you like?” They all began to make their picks. Ashley leaned towards him. "What do...”

Under a wobbling worktable sat a wooden crate the color of old money. I pried it open with a screwdriver and several crisp insults. Inside: six bottles, dark green, corks intact. > Château de Montclair – 1834 Grand Vin – Mise en Bouteille au Château I clutched my hoodie string like pearls. “House,” I whispered reverently, “did you… cellar?” No response. But the silence was smug. I wasn’t saying Varyn House apologized for last night’s ghostly prank with a gift of vintage wine—

looking over at Ella. Both women nodded, looking around as our waiter brought out the wine and fruit punch for Ella. Chateau La Mission Haut-Brion Blanc 2018 is my favorite. Hopefully the ladies like the wine. If she didn’t I would have to teach her the world of wine. This woman already owned me and didn’t even know it, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

The balcony doors were thrown open to the night, candlelight flickering across a table set for two. The chef approached, bowing slightly. “Mr. Whitfield, as requested, pan-seared Chilean sea bass with truffle risotto, accompanied by sautéed asparagus and caviar butter sauce.” Demetria blinked, visibly impressed. “And the wine,” I added, gesturing. A chilled bottle of Château Margaux 2005 rested in a silver bucket, already uncorked. She shook her head, a small laugh escaping. “You don’t do simple, do you?”

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.