Kingsman Agent Whiskey Novels & Stories

He pushed her backwards till they reached the extreme end of the warehouse, he patted his pocket then pulled out a key which he impatiently inserted in the key hole of the office door. " Wow I didn't know you have something of such in here"Scarlett whispered. " I'm sure you didn't know i have this with me either" he said raising the bag in his hand. " It's whiskey Scar, let's go wild, I have been wondering how it feels to to f*ck a celebrity" he muttered. They both yanked of their clothes impatiently, then Alexis opened the bottle of whiskey, he downed four gulps at a go, wiped his mouth and passed it to Scarlett whom almost finished the rest in the bottle.

“Now where is this precious liquor?” I pushed back in my chair, my movements languid, my mind anything but. Thanks to my executive office, the office liquor storage remained unnoticed in one of the secondary rooms. I scanned through my collection of spirits till I found the whiskey I talked about. I had bought it down months back for exactly sixteen thousand dollars. If I wanted to lure Marcus into my trap, I need to use the best bait. I walked back into the main office area with the whiskey in hand.

Mason takes a sip of the hot drink before setting it on the table. " You don't like it?" I ask and he sighs. " I am a whiskey person. Something to set my nerves ablaze." He confesses and I nod. " Don't get me wrong, I am not an alcoholic. It's just that my work needs someone who is always on their toes. " He continues and I give him a look of understanding. " So you are a police officer or something?" I ask, making Mason laugh. His laugh is music to my ears and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“It's unnatural Jeremiah! Unnatural! He even gave her back her phone! The one he confiscated! What is she? A secret agent he's recruiting? Or some kind of emotional virus infecting his perfectly sterile world?!” Thinking about the amber liquids smooth finish and nuanced notes, he swirled it around in his glass. His silence smothered Alissas growing dramatics like a thick blanket. Alissa let out a low guttural sound of exasperated defeat a grunt. He was going to say nothing. He refused to contribute. Being the epitome of unconcerned he was just going to sit there and drink his whiskey. With an angry click of her heels, she strode past him and marched to a big elaborate mirror on the distant w

“Whiskey first.” I stomped towards the kitchen, moving like a bitch. I slammed the rock glass on the counter, nearly breaking it, banged the cabinet door shut, and spilled expensive Macallan on the countertop as I filled Klaus his fucking whiskey. If I had ecstasy, I’d drizzle a pinch in his drink so he’d get a taste of his annoying schemes. Klaus had the nerve to look amused as I slammed his glass of whiskey coffee table. He fucking took his time sipping his whiskey, relishing the taste as though he were on a wine-tasting event.

—and within seconds, a dark amber liquid was poured smoothly into it. The scent hit me before I even registered what it was. Aha! It was no ordinary whiskey because it was associated with Renzo's brand. The Domino Whiskey. Renzo took the glass without looking. Then, without breaking that stare, he lifted it to his lips and downed it in one smooth gulp. My teeth sank into my lower lip. Idiot. He wasn’t supposed to be drinking. Not yet. Not with the condition he was in. Not when there was still another round of procedures he needed. Not when I—

Something almost like recognition. “Fine,” he murmured. “Let’s test it.” Before I could ask what he meant, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small silver flask. One he always kept on him. One I’d seen him sip from a thousand times. He unscrewed the cap slowly, eyes never leaving mine, and the scent hit me instantly, sharp, bitter, and unmistakable. Whiskey. “Drink.”He held it out to me. “And I don't mean a small sip. I want you to chug it all down.”

For a moment, we just looked at each other, the silence thick and charged. Then he said, “I have a bottle of whiskey in my office. Care to share it? To celebrate the new assistant?” I hesitated. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Come on. It’s just a little break. Besides, you earned it.” I caught the sparkle in his eyes and realized this wasn’t just about whiskey—it was a chance to know the man behind the title. The man who had just given me the key to my revenge.

“Right this way.” He leads me inside. And with one snap of his finger, some girls appear and thrust a tray with a bottle of expensive whiskey and two glasses in my hands. I recognize that whiskey bottle. It’s Alpha Dante’s favorite. Rich, dry aged whiskey. Dark and perfectly suited to him. “Does this mean I’m hired?” I ask Julius, allowing myself a second of hope. He chuckles. “I can’t say, Mrs Hamilton. Right this way please.” My heart pounds out of my chest as I follow him, careful not to drop the tray by accident. I’ve never been the most clumsy, after all I served Alpha Dante. But right now it’s as if every nerve in my body is on high alert.

Abigail smiled at Myla before she left the room. Kingston placed a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and poured a whiskey on an old-fashioned glass that he nudged towards Vincent. "I heard from Sebastian that it was a successful transaction but why does your face tell me otherwise?" Kingston said after emerging a cigarette lighter out of his pocket. "Looks like that's new," Vincent said as he noticed the cigarette lighter of Kingston then he drank the whiskey. Kingston smirked. "It is part of a prestige collection, it's made of solid 18-carat white gold embellished with 468 brilliant-cut diamonds."