Madison Beer Hot Novels & Stories

Blair ordered some food and asked, “Would you like something to drink?” Mable blinked and said, “Beer. Is that okay?” She had not had a drink in a long time. Blair raised his eyebrow but still asked the waiter to bring them two bottles of beer. “Cold ones, please!” Mable added. Blair said to the waiter, “No, room temperature ones.” “Cold beer is a must during hotpot!” Blair poured Mable a cup of hot tea. “Today is the 23rd.” Mable was confused. “Huh?”

“We’re all here, and we’re almost done with dinner. Come on in. Drink?” “I’ll take a beer,” Zy said, sounding like he expected to need it. “Got it chilling,” Madison assured, then turned to her. “Wine? Eggnog? Margarita?” “Whatever you’re drinking is fine.” “Margarita it is!” She shut the door behind them. Tessa followed the woman down a narrow foyer and into a wide-open living room/dining room/kitchen. Madison veered to the refrigerator while Trees took a hot casserole out of the oven and set it on the stove to cool.

“What kind of beer do you have here?” “Anheuser Busch products like Bud Light, Beck’s, Budweiser. We also have Michelob and Michelob Ultra,” she rattled off. “What do you suggest?” “I find we ladies like light beers. You know, ones that aren’t too strong. Personally, I like Michelob Ultra.” “I’ll try that. If I don’t like it, I’ll order a Coke,” Ava said. “All right, honey. I’ll be back in a minute.

"I'm curious to see how well you can choose what I might like." Accordingly, Zach ordered a Mango Tango for Susan, a lighter beer with the flavor of sweet mango with hints of fresh bread, Pirate's Red for Krista, a deep copper-colored beer with a hint of sweet caramel and toasted gingerbread, and a Nitro Stout for himself, dark brown and creamy with a hint of milk chocolate and molasses. "Oh, this is just marvelous," Susan declared after she had tasted her beer. "It is good," Krista agreed. "But I'll bet that they're all good."

Hailey said. "Well that simply won't do," Madison said. She immediately gestured to another girl who ran off and brought both Madison and Hailey the cutest little flamingo-pink drinks. Hailey took a sip and it was super sweet. Way better than any stupid old beer. She quickly lost count of how many she finished.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like a drink, but that does seem…excessive.” “Excessive is one word for it,” Marcus agrees, taking a drink of his own cocktail, an old-fashioned. “Hey did you know that they make old-fashioneds with brandy in the state of Wisconsin, instead of with whiskey?” “Do they really?” I ask. “That sounds kind of good. I might try that. How did you know that, anyway?” “Oh, one of the guys on the security team is from Wisconsin, and he was telling me about it at one of Mother’s parties a while ago. I must admit, brandy isn’t my liquor of choice, but he swears by it.”

He warns me. Shane is right, Madison Lane is hot. Like HOT. I’ve seen her page and YT channel, and more so now since I found out she was going to be across my shit for the next six months. Whoever dreamt this up must have been on LCD or something because six months is a fucking long time if you ask me. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask Shane as he finally finishes making his coffee and nods to ask if I want one. “Yes, I’ll have cappuccino though.” I tell him.

Madison stiffened at her abrupt action. She had thought Donna was listening to Aaron at least. “What’s on your mind?” She inquired, snapping Donna’s attention to her. Donna shook her head, laughing awkwardly. “Nothing, I was just lost in thought.” “What thoughts? Does it include this project?” Madison pressed, filling a glass of wine and passing it to her. Aaron glanced at her in shock. Madison had never ever accepted alcohol or let her guests drink when discussing business. Her signature quote was “Wine makes the Mind flatter”

I ignored the whispers, grabbed my number tag, and waited. Noah sat in the front row in a navy blue suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His face was expressionless as always, but his presence boosted my confidence. Groups of three competed, and it was judged live. I was in the last group, up against last year's runner-up. The pressure was real, but the process felt like a rebirth. This was the path I was meant for. I mixed rum and gin, a new flavor for Breeze Lounge. Then I added vodka and mint syrup.

Wasn’t it just like boys to disagree? “Well, I’m good with both choices, so why don’t you two decide, and I’ll get the beer? Budweiser okay with you, Chase?” “Yes, ma’am,” he smiled. “We have regular and Bud Light.” “Bud Light, please,” he requested. “And thank you.” “Absolutely,” she said with a smile.