Debauchery At The Dinner Party Novels & Stories

Inside the bathroom, Debra huffed, "Drake, you pervert! Wait till I come out and gouge your eyes out." Facing away from the bathroom, Drake stood with his hands on his hips. "What's your problem, taking a bath at this hour?" "What else am I supposed to do? Ask yourself what you put in the banquet hall. It affected me too, okay?" "What did I put in?" Drake blurted out, then quickly realized she was referring to the aphrodisiac used to liven things up. The drug, not that strong, had been used at every party held by him. He had been used to it, but he hadn't expected Debra to be affected.

She grinned, even a little mockingly. Beverley subconsciously clenched her hands under the table. She wanted to reply to Emma’s words, but the servants had already come to deliver the food. So she just snorted and ignored the woman. So much food was served on the table. It was all fancy food because Michael wanted this to be a memorable family dinner party. Old people do sometimes have excessive desires. The dinner party, which was only attended by a few people, finally began. They chatted and occasionally quipped about Brent and Beverley’s marriage.

A table was broken into half at the centre and the food that resembled a banquet rolled on the floor, scattered and disorganized. Most of the food were on different faces and clothes and the worst was Penelope who had a whole velvet cake mashed all over her face and eyes with some sticking to her hands. The anxiety I always feeling earlier dissipates into raw, unfiltered humor and I can't help keeling over to break into laughter “Oooh, look who decided to grace our lovely banquet with his majestic charms” Penelope begins sarcastically “The one, the only” Jack adds “Uncle Romie!!!” Mason screams out making me to wince due to the loud noise as he makes his way to my arms and I quickly engulf h

"Make sure the wine is decanted by 6 PM. And tell the chef to switch the entree to Lobster Thermidor. No heavy sauces." The maid looked at Harper nervously. Harper nodded slightly, signaling her to listen. Isabella caught the exchange and smirked. "Oh, and Harper? Tonight is a formal business dinner. My father and the board members will be here. Try to wear something... appropriate. Nothing off the rack, please." [The Dinner Party] At 7:00 PM, the guests arrived. Bankers in Italian suits, board members with cigars, and at the center of them all, Richard Vance, the banking tycoon.

She said. Darby smiled kissing his hair. “I can't help but be smitten by the sight of him. He is such an angel." "That is so true. You should let him lay down now, you will be late for the dinner." Isabella reminded her. "Oh, I almost forgot." Darby mused, walking stealthily towards her son's bed. Desire had invited her to a dinner birthday party for her husband. Knowing it isn't easy to be in the good books of the renowned, Desire King, Darby couldn't refuse the invite and had cleared all of her schedules to attend the party.

If only she wasn't trying to use me as a pawn for her own purposes. I made my way to the counter, maneuvering through the mingling guests. I ordered a glass of red wine while scanning the expansive area for any familiar faces. The Johnsons were hosting the dinner party to celebrate their daughter's sixteenth birthday. The party venue was immense and sophisticated, as one would expect from a family of their stature, with flawless decorations. Flowers, balloons, and confetti were cascading from above like snowflakes. If our circumstances hadn't been so dire, this type of gathering would have appealed to me. But now, everything felt fake and unnecessary as the harsh reality chased me like a rel

They discussed the details of the luncheon and the typical etiquette for them - like giving the wedding party gifts. With every course a new event was brought up. That’s how these luncheons went. Chastity made a mental note that if she was dumb enough to get married one day she would elope. That’s one thing her twin and numb nuts did right. Elope. Chastity patiently ate and listened as the luncheon dragged on, talking about the welcome party, the rehearsal luncheon, the wedding ceremony, groomsmen, bridesmaids, and other wedding nonsense. By the time dessert came, the seventh course, Chastity’s father, Stephen, Derek, Cameron, and Julian were stinking drunk. There hasn’t been this many men d

Where did they get that kind of term if they haven't tagged along with each other? And about the dinner. It was not the dinner that I pictured out in my brain but I found it kinda cute since I haven't experienced such kind of a food trip. My brain expected that we could have dinner on a huge table good for five or six in an affordable restaurant. "Where's Ghino, anyway?" I asked before I slapped Johnson and Lackey's hands as they were about to reach the platters full of delicious delicacies. "Nah. What took you guys so long? We already started the party. And Ghino got drunk before he could finish his eighth bottle of beer." Jackson said back in a sad tone. I can tell something was going on b

At that moment, Terry suddenly turned slightly sideways and tugged me to the front. "Alright, stop joking around, everyone. Mr. Park here is Ms. Walton's boyfriend. Not me." Everyone's eyes were on me in an instant, and the atmosphere got a little awkward. I felt like I was the black sheep responsible for ruining everyone's mood at that point. The event soon started. There was a game of truth or dare, and Monique got dared to kiss a person of the opposite sex to her right. The person who didn't get chosen would then have to down three shots of vodka as "punishment".

He was taunting me, testing how long I could take it before I snapped. “Too much?” he asked, feigning innocence as he reached the bottom of the stairs. The gown shifted with his stride, showing a hint of thigh, and the piercing flashed again. “Too dangerous,” I muttered. “Every bastard in that room will be staring.” “Then make them stop staring,” he said sharply, smiling. And just like that, I realized tonight wasn't just about business. The party was already alive when we arrived. Music thumped low, bass vibrating through the walls. Waiters weaved through the crowd with glasses of wine balanced on trays. Smoke curled in the air, and the smell of expensive liquor and cigar ash clung to every