Linguini Remy Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was well over six feet, with curly black hair that he managed to barely tame. His goatee was always perfectly manicured, and I was more than jealous of the smoothness of his skin. He always smelled good and his hands were always soft. He was, in a single word, perfect. I could see how Remy had women, and men, fawning all over him. Shit, I was salivating right now. He poured glasses of Pinot Grigio for both of us as he motioned for me to raise my glass for a toast. I squinted. “What are we toasting?”

Not even a little. I was done with the dish preparation: linguine tossed in lemon-garlic butter, shrimp perfectly pink, fresh herbs scattered on top. It smelled incredible, but I could barely focus on the food. My body was still humming from Kai’s touch. Still anxious, I grabbed my phone and called Lena. She picked up on the second ring. “ Girl, I know you have a gist for me. Spill it now.”

she said before making her way from them and through the crowd of guests, trying to find Lisa. She didn’t see Lisa after a few minutes of looking for her, but she caught the sight of Remi at the corner of the hall where there was a lesser crowd in a red mini gown and a pair of black boots, having a heated conversation with a male, about the same age as her or maybe a little older. He was wearing a black three-piece suit and a red bow tie. Although young, he looked very much handsome with his shiny coffee skin, big brown eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled jaw. He was tall and his body had a defined built that made him look perfect. The closer she drew towards them, the further away she got

“Fuck you.” “Mmh, I like jealous Chloe.” He then started whispering pasta types in my ear, pissing me off more. "Linguine. Spaghetti. Rigatoni..." “Get the fuck off me, you jerk. Lenny! Bash heads. Do it.” He laughed uncomfortably and held his hands up, backing away.

I want not expecting for her to wake me up in the middle of the night, with my luggage already prepared, and dragged me into her car with guards following her and then for the driver to take us to the private jet. Where we met the whole Valentino family, except Celina's parents, and now here we are in Remini. A city in Italy, known for its beautiful beaches and clubs. Many of them which are owned by Valentinos. The weather here keeps changing. Since we are here in August, it's warm here but the nights tend to turn a little cold. You can say the weather in Remini is cozy. And people here are full of lives and the nightlife here is something you will enjoy if you are a party addict.

- It means that you have good taste in food, that you are good at eating and that you can't do anything but eat, Remy explained to her. Julie blinked. - So that's a compliment, isn't it? Julie said. - Yeah. Glancing at his sister, Remy sighed secretly. This little girl always expected to be flattered by others. - Wow, exclaimed Julie enthusiastically. - So Remy is also a gourmet. He can't do anything but eat. Remy was left speechless. Jeanne was amused by the two children and the depression in her heart disappeared. - Grandma said you are a gourmet. Remy put a piece of durian-flavored pizza on his sister's plate.

There was a missed call from Remy and I called him back, turns out he's in the city and instead of going out for lunch I told him to order lunch from the penthouse. It took him twenty minutes from Ghazi's townhouse to the twin's highrise apartment building. I've taken a quick shower pulled on my leggings and oversize my Dior hoodies. I was feeling homey and Remy analyzed my appearance, down to my fluffy socks, and shook his head after my guard let him into the penthouse. "Girl, you're being domesticated or what?" "Or what," I replied and gave him my warmest hug. "I already ordered, we're pigging out today got pizza and spicy wings, they're on their way."

Hunter asked, his breath warm against my ear as he leaned closer to look at my menu. I pointed to one of the pasta dishes, struggling with the pronunciation. "The... gnocchi alla... sorrentina?" "Gnocchi alla sorrentina," Hunter corrected gently, his accent making the words sound musical. "Good choice. It's potato gnocchi with tomato sauce and fresh mozzarella." When the waiter returned with our wine, I managed to stumble through my order while Hunter smoothly requested something called osso buco. The waiter smiled warmly at both of us before disappearing again.

“It’s been my dream for as long as I can remember.” Brian was enthralled by the way the omega lit up as he talked about his dream and love for cooking. He smiled so wide that his perfect, white teeth showed and his eyes curved. He was stunningly beautiful, even with a bare face and loose,branded clothes which was obviously not his, he was the most attractive omega he’d ever laid eyes on. “Do you want to order for us both? To be honest, I don’t know that much about food. You’re the expert here.” The question seemed to be the right one, as the omega’s smile widened and his gray eyes sparkled like silver. “I would love to.” Remi was a little excited about picking the food, he was determined to

I watched Rino swirl his drink, leaned back, dragged on my cigarette, eyes on the rim of that glass. “Means nothing, huh?” I exhaled smoke toward the chandelier. “You sure about that, Remo? Because from where I’m sitting, your uncle screamed like a little girl while the rats ate through his guts.” Remo’s jaw twitched. Rino didn’t show any emotions, but I saw his thumb pause for a beat on the side of the glass before he brought it to his lips. “You want Alessia?” I said quietly, almost like it was a joke. “You’re twenty-five years late.”