Izutsumi X Marcille Novels & Stories

N/B: Maxim is the same as Vincenzo (I made a slight mistake with the name and I've edited it) Thanks.

He gave a suave smile, like a man who knew just how much effort he had put in and who did not need to be told that he was doing an amazing job at winning a belle over. “You sure do more than try.” I twirled my glass under my nostrils and took in its rich smell. “Smells like honey,” I guessed. His eyes lit up with pride immediately. “A woman who knows her wine—lovely. It's Vin Santos.” My brows creased as I tried to recall if I had ever come across it before. “It's Italian. Made from dried grapes.” He raised his glass, and I did the same, clinking our glasses to a beautiful night. “You look beautiful, Iris.” He told me, running his eyes around my upper body.

She humbly placed her order, and while waiting for the food to arrive, she could feel his eyes on her, fingers wrapped around the zip of her purse, zipping back and forth. 'Why is he looking at me like that?' Finally, the order arrived, and Axel poured them both a glass of red wine. Lisa took a sip and couldn't resist smacking her lips. 'tasty.' "It is Domaine de la Romaine Conti from Burgundy." Axel stated this with burning eyes. "One of my favorites." 'It has such a long and expensive name.' Lisa thought. Still, she nodded, taking another sip. "It is refreshing." "Miss Lisa." He called, and she unconsciously sat up.

He was yet to complete his words when I cut him off. “Uncuff him and you all come inside, let's have some fun. There's lots of food and drinks. I began to walk in through the front glass door. The boys watched me for a while skeptically before leading themselves in along with the one who stole. “C'mon boys, I told you to uncuff him. He deserves to have some fun too”. I told them and rushed to the wine ware. “ I've got a good collection of wine. I ran a quick finger through the names and found a long line of wine from Krug Clos du Mesnil, Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, Penfolds Grange,The Glenfiddich, Hennessy Richard, The Macallan M Black to a host of others could get one confused. I finally s

“Your usual wine, Mr. Blackwood?” Sebastian didn’t take his eyes off Liliana, a glint in his gaze in the candlelight. “For me, yes. And for Ms. Dawnson… let’s see.” He studied her as if reading her mind. “A Sauvignon Blanc. New Zealand. Perhaps the Awatere valley.”