Romans & histoires Licorice X Red Velvet

“Told you. Hidden gem. No paparazzi, no gluten guilt.” We were barely seated before the owner, a cheerful woman with curly grey hair and frosting smudged on her apron, brought out four little sample plates: red velvet, chocolate truffle, strawberry swirl, and vanilla bean with raspberry center. “Okay,” Lucas said, grabbing a fork with childlike glee, “no judgment if I make inappropriate noises while eating.” I laughed. “As long as you don’t cry over cake, we’re good.” Red velvet was first. Moist, creamy, not too sweet. Then the chocolate truffle—so rich it should’ve come with a warning. Lucas groaned dramatically.

The preparations had begun, two days ago. The famous Risotto, different from the one I've eaten in my life, arrived, we ate in silence. The taste, the texture, everything pleased my palate. I made a mental note to order the same dish on another outing. I drank from my glass of wine, morose. I was full, but with a little room in my stomach for dessert. Together with Santorini I decided on Le Gâteau Au Fromage Mascarpone: Red velvet mascarpone and beetroot cake, Verjus grapes, candied beetroot, balsamic ice cream.

We gave this a 7 out of 10. Toasted Marshmallow Delight, a creamy vanilla base swirled with toasted marshmallow ribbons, topped with crumbled graham crackers and a drizzle of chocolate ganache. It tasted like a campfire memory. Rowan, the sweet tooth she is, was definitely obsessed with this one.

“Oh, come on. I’m fine. This is why I don’t want to talk right now. I know that look. You’re blaming yourself again for something you couldn’t have known. I hate it when you always blame yourself. Why not blame that woman?” I went to embrace her. “I love you, baby.” “I know.” She looked at me. “You want purple macarons?” “It’s food coloring.” “No, it’s not. It’s blueberry, lavender, and purple yam flavors.” “Artificial flavors. Additives.” “You don’t know that.” “You’re right, but you can have them. You’re craving, huh?” “I think so. I don’t know.” She shrugged, still enjoying and on her third piece.

I had to press a hand over my eyes because they were going all out with tongues,teeth and hands. “Guys, that's enough. Break it off.” Elena cut them short and they pulled apart. “Carlos, what's my favorite dessert? Carlos huffed, his lips tilting into a smug grin. “Red velvet cake dipped in chocolate,” he answered smoothly. “You remembered! Elena squealed, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. It was Lucia's turn and Elena groaned. “I feel like I'm going to regret this. Anyway, Antonio give Lucia a lap dance.”

I nodded and turned my attention back to the cakes. "Should we start?" I asked. "Yeah," she nodded, crossing her arms. The lady who led us in handed us two forks. Samantha cut a piece of the first cake and then moved on to the next flavor. I followed suit. Chocolate. Vanilla. Red velvet. Carrot. Strawberry. "Vanilla," "Red velvet," Sam and I said simultaneously. I turned to look at her immediately. "I think the red velvet is best," I calmly added. She scoffed. "Vanilla."

Alexandria uttered as she zooms in the other details of the ocean themed wedding cake. "What flavor did he choose?" She questioned without looking at Jingfei. Jingfei chewed her food first and drank some iced tea, "Lemon and Red Velvet. Alexandria took a glimpse at Jingfei, her expression saying, "You're not joking right?", In which Jingfei replied, "Nope! I'm not! It's truly lemon and red velvet but I was thinking of letting him have a taste of the other flavors that I will be bringing to him for tomorrow's taste test, just in case he will change his mind."

Why does my name sound gentle in his mouth? "Do you still need anything, Lucien?" Mama Melly asked. "None," he answered but his eyes were on me. His intense gaze is making me weak so I quickly averted my eyes and busied myself with the cupcakes. "Perhaps we can offer you something to eat? Bella, get the Alpha some food he can enjoy." I felt a little frantic so I offered him the cupcake I was holding but Mama Melly told me that the Alpha is not fond of sweets. "How about fruits, Bella," she suggests.

It was one of his favorite sights. She climbed onto him, pressed her lips against his; this time Carlos didn’t waste the opportunity, he returned the cherry into her mouth and ravaged her lips like a hungry beast. She returned the kiss with the same intensity, the cherry burst in their mouth, its flavor mixed with the hint of sperm, and the sweetness of each other's lips. Kyla removed his blindfold, letting Carlos see everything. The sexy red lingering she’d been wearing. Just like he’d imagined. They clad her so sexily. So sinful.

Chapter 19 After the finishing touches, Jayda stared at her just-concluded creation. The two tiers red velvet cake had red crumbs around and layered with dripping like cheese butter frosting coupled with an animated picture of Moana in the middle. It's a couple of minutes past two and she is more than happy to have finished the job on time.