Love At The Wrong Table Novels & Stories

Rebecca: They say that when you are in love , you are so blinded by love that nothing else matters,that's how I felt when I looked at Jordan. I was sitting on one of the chairs at the counter of the bar, a full glass in front of me and I dared not take a sip. I was staring at the glass wondering if I should take a sip or not. "Hey!" I heard someone trying to catch my attention. I turned and I sucked in a breath ,as I saw the guy standing next to me.

Kate had woken early the next day to catch a glance of her husband before he left for work, but on arriving at the table, she saw a plate for one. “Flora.” She yelled. The head maid ran towards the table with an apron tied on her neck, “Is there any problem, ma?” She pointed at the table, “Why do we have a serving for one? What about my husband?” Flora glanced at the door, because glancing back at her. “I am sorry, ma, but the boss already left.” She removed something from her front pocket. “He gave me this to hand over to you. He said you can get anything you want with that.”

"Fenna—" Cameron called out but Fenna walked away without looking back. Cameron was left to eat alone. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. … Mila returned to Hoffis Manor with a small box in her hand. At the sight of Mila, Loretta hurriedly put down her utensils and retreated to her room. Mila had already spotted Loretta eating at the dining table. She quickly ran over and blocked Loretta's path. Loretta acted aloof to hide her embarrassment. She turned away and held her head high as if to indicate she wouldn't apologize. She seemed like a child who knew her mistake but refused to acknowledge it.

Chapter 1. THE WRONG ORDER. “Hey, what's different about table 3?” Miranda asked, eyes narrowed as she surveyed the restaurant. Leah nervously replied. “It's the only one without food on it.” “Exactly and your job is to change that, not stand here answering questions like a mindless child.” Miranda retorted harshly. “I’m on it ma'am.” With that she hastened to the table where a man sat, cross-legged with an air of total arrogance.

“In fourth place, raising $102,250, table two. In third place, raising $104,001, table two.” “This is so exciting,” Kimmy beamed, grabbing my arm. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. I heard murmurs from the people around us. “Did you see, Dante Berkley just kissed that woman?” “I wish that were me.” “Is that his girlfriend? She’s so beautiful!” Yes, she is, and if I have anything to do with it, she will be my girlfriend, I thought to myself. “So, table four and table seven are left,” Antonia announced. “Can the stars from both tables please approach the stage?”

" An attendant arrived at that moment whispering that she was needed at the table. ........... The table was full of different delicacies. Colton sat beside me, we ate in silence, the whole room rocking with tension. "Here." Colton passed me the lobster and chicken and I stretched my hands, passing him the sauce. Robin cleared his throat. "It's so beautiful, the way both of you understand each other's needs. I admire the love the both of you have." His eyes darted from Colton, "I want my marriage to be as loving as yours, I've observed both of you and I truly appreciate you Anne..." "Who knew Colton would be so in love..." The food stuck in my throat and I fidgeted with my hands under the ta

“I… I’m so sorry, sir. I think I gave the wrong plate.” I blinked, confused, and looked down. The plate I’d just been watching her react to… it didn’t say what I’d ordered. Instead of “Will you be my girlfriend?”, it said “Will you marry me?” in careful chocolate script. My eyes widened, and then I saw her laugh, a small, relieved sound, and I realized the kitchen had made a mistake. The right plate arrived, and she looked at it, the letters perfectly legible, and her eyes met mine.

She giggled at his words, instantly. “Jeez, no one’s kidnapping anyone. This is obviously a party, guys. Let’s go have some fun!” she answered sunnily. We both followed her. Although, I felt a little uncomfortable, especially after that cold glare from Asher, but I didn’t want Cole to feel disappointed. He obviously wanted to hang out with the girl he liked. Thus, I certainly didn’t want to spoil that for him. Roxanne pulled us to a shot table. It was a game in which golf balls were thrown into a cup at a minimal distance.

“Says the girl who refused to admit she was in love until the guy literally bled for her.” “Okay,” I said, nudging her foot under the table. “That’s dramatic.” “You’re dramatic,” Julian said, sitting next to Adrian, nursing a glass of red wine. “But I’ll allow it. Because this is actually kind of perfect.” He waved a hand at the scene around us—the small group of people, the soft golden light, the way everything seemed to hum with peace. “I didn’t think it would feel this warm,” I admitted. Adrian looked over at me, his thumb brushing the inside of my wrist beneath the table. “It’s because we chose the right people.”

AS JASON slowly moved his lips over hers, he waited for the protest that never came. She tasted of saltines and wonderful enchantment. But not affection. Never affection. There was too much heat. Too much longing. When she drew closer and drove her long fingers into his hair, he groaned. He broke free long enough to sweep off the contents on the table to one side, mistakenly knocking the bottle of champagne down. Not caring that the wine was spilling on the floor, he hauled her right on top of the table.