Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

Then he unbuckled his seatbelt and went to investigate the drinks cabinet. He came back juggling four bottles. ‘There’s a 2009 Krug Clos du Mesnil, a Macallan 1926, a Château Pétrus 2000, and something called Blanton’s Gold that I suspect boss won at an auction.’ I picked up the Krug, found two glasses in the cabinet above, and poured. The champagne was pale gold and smelled expensive. I handed Kai a glass, picked up mine, and touched it to his.

Inside, one of the investors was eyeing my wine collection, running his fingers along the bottles like he could somehow understand them by touch alone. “Impressive, isn’t it?” I said, joining him, my tone calm, but with a pride I made no effort to hide. “You’ve got exquisite taste, Mr. Concepcion,” he replied, sounding awed. “Well,” I smirked, “we could talk business, or I could educate you on the history behind each bottle.” “Let’s save the history lesson until my partner arrives,” he replied, looking past me just as I was about to invite him to sit. “Ah, here she is now.”

Keaton was happy to see that his wife could easily make friends like this but he had one very important question that he needed an answer to so he decided to interrogate her when they return to the hotel. The second they did Encha confessed by herself and exposed the storage ring that she received. Keaton who had never seen this kind of thing before observed it with curiosity and after getting a hang of it, he looked at his wife. “This pill is very mysterious; all you have to do is just take it and then you will be proficient in any language. All you have to do is just listen to a native and everything will be settled,” Encha explained as she handed over another pill to Keaton.

Lucien was now in his study, flipping through the pages of a file with a glass of whiskey resting calmly at his side. "Well" Lucien said without taking his eyes from the file. "Boss, a VIP is arriving in two days. He booked one of our hotels" Jace said. Lucien arched a brow. "VIP?" "Yes. The management reported this" "Name?" Lucien's voice was curt. Jace passed him the tablet in his hand. "Dr Connor. The famous cardiologist" Lucien paused. Then lifted his gaze slowly. "The one who never stays anywhere twice?"

he said, his voice clipped and decisive. “Your guy?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. A sadistic smile touched his lips. “Actually, a friend I made abroad. He’s in the country for his wine business. Miller Enterprises is currently sponsoring some of his ventures.” My brows furrowed. “A businessman? How can he help us with… this?” I said refusing to believe he was going to involve some foreign business man into this dirty deed. Alex chuckled, “His name is Dante Giordano.”

with a sexy chortle, Connor gives him a half shot glass of Cognac. A stiff drink for solid people. The moment he drinks it… the face of the handsome boy was cannot be drawn on paper. By this moment, he is getting comfortable with Connor… his soon to be brother-in-law. While chewing some chips, the Vozinelik shakes the sauce, then it erupted on the floor and some on the handsome boy's face. He can feel the coldness of the sauce, but he just laughs like nothing happened for the reason that the alcohol is taking place inside their conscious mind. Connor finds him cute while chuckling.

I admitted, my voice barely rising above the soft music playing in the background. Kade raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Then we’ll have to make up for lost time.” I laughed softly, almost shy. “You say that like you’ve been planning this for a while.” Before he could respond, the concierge arrived, holding a black bottle of wine. “Laevinus Noir 1884,” he said, offering a small smile. “You know your wines, Sir. This is a rare blend and only a few bottles remain.”

He went and shut the door to the armoire room and rejoined me as we picked at the yummy treats on the cart. “Oh! He sent some Port!” Conor exclaimed pulling a small black bottle off the bottom of the cart. “It’s my favorite drink! Right after Whiskey. This stuff is expensive too! One bottle of Port equals fifteen bottles of whiskey.” I gave him a mortified look as he uncapped the bottle and inhaled its aroma. “Oh! This is a good batch too. Want a sip?” He asked me holding the open bottle to me. “This is one you haven’t tried before, Karen. It’s exclusively from Talek.”

The waiter asked, having responded to the signaled call. "Give me a bottle of red wine, cold whiskey and champagne. Make certain that the champagne isn't cold. How do you prefer your wine, miss Nelly?" "Chilled." She replied eagerly. "Well you heard the young lady, so go get our orders." "Yes sir" the waiter replied and walked away. "Don't give me that look. You told me yourself that cold whiskey was your favorite alcoholic drink. In your exact words 'cold whiskey knows how to whisk me away from a cold situation.' Remember?

I pointed every detail not breaking eye contact with her unless I would glance at my note. “You’re right, the investigators were kind of reckless. About the naked thingy, Bruce was mentally ill and drunk who knows what was going on inside his mind. He drank a bottle of one of the strongest and most potent liquor in the world, the Devil Springs Vodka, with an alcohol content of eighty percent. If I were to drink that I might end up stripping in public and have my nudie parade around the entire school or more likely I would pass out,” she reasoned out.