Putin On The Ritz Novels & Stories

she winked, reminding me what I had almost forgotten, it was James Holt’s 30th birthday! I pretended to ignore her comment as I spritzed some of the Nyx Make-up setting spray on my face as well as on her loud mouth in jest. The client meeting was being held at the Ritz which was choc-a-bloc with incoming vehicles and scores of people thronging to view the star-studded gala. “Looks like the birthday boy likes to move in very high circles, this will be fun” Helen crooned as we went inside making a dash for the bar counter continuing to chat, “I wish some rich good looking hunk takes me home tonight”

"You wouldn’t believe it, but after graduation…" Not long after, the red Porsche Cayenne pulled up in front of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in South City. As one of the top luxury hotels in the south, the Ritz-Carlton was not cheap. For Yassir to host the reunion here and cover all the expenses, it was clear he intended to show off in front of their classmates! It also showed that his circumstances were indeed improving. "Yassir really went all out this time." Glancing at the luxurious hotel ahead, Valerie handed the Cayenne’s keys to the valet at the entrance and walked into the hotel lobby with Liam.

Let the chaos begin. "Announcing, Ramsey Mikhailov. Heir apparent to the seat of the Russian Capo!" Everyone get to their feet – everyone being the hundreds of guards Romanov has protecting the wedding hall today – and all eyes are turned towards the double doors. I pause at the entrance, surveying my surroundings. White and gold decorations fill the place. Romanov has no doubt spared no expenses to make this the Mafia wedding of the century. The slimy showoff. I adjust the wireless voice transmitter on my throat. It is still hard to believe that I finally found the bastard.

Opening it, I pulled out a card. “My beautiful baby, I’m so sorry for what I did. I hate being away from you. Please meet with me at the Rizot tonight.” I rolled my eyes. “Corny. What’s the Rizot?” “It’s an exclusive five star restaurant in town,” Leilani said excitedly. “It’s the best place to eat here. Only top tier people go there. You’re so lucky.” “So he thinks bribing me with fine dining will make me forgive him,” I said, going to sit on the couch. I threw the card on the table and crossed my arms.

>>>>>>I'm Wet. Down there.>>>>>> I can’t stop staring at Dima because of what he just admitted. I’m still reeling from the fact that he bought such an expensive dress for me, shoes, and cosmetics, and the fact that he brought me here to “Whisper in Russian” literally the most expensive Russian restaurant in the United States. If I’m not mistaken, to dine here costs not less than five thousand dollars. It’s only meant for Russian oligarchs, mafias, and American politicians.

I didn’t know how much I’d looked forward to having lunch with them…as a family…until now. “Why are you prancing about half-naked anyway?” I bit out once my suit was off. The fucker had the nerve to grin. “Don’t tell me abs does it for you, now? I thought it was just a one-off when you were drugged and—” “Oh shut the hell up, Sen Petrov.” He shrugged, the shit-eating grin on his face growing wider. “I mean…I know I’m a catch…a four-course meal, so your attraction is understandable.”

Los Angeles never slept. Night-time simply gave rich people another excuse to become worse versions of themselves. Romper was proof of that. The club only opened its underground floor to the wealthy and influential after dark. Ryder sat inside the restricted lounge with a drink in his hand. Across from him, Rita smiled lazily. “I don’t know what lies you’ve been feeding father,” Ryder said coldly, “but if you don’t back off, you’ll regret it.” Rita laughed. “Aw. Is my little brother threatening me?”

There are few young men around the same age as he is standing in front of John Winston. Judging from their dressing and demeanor, they were obviously extremely the rich and of high standing. John Winston had been entertaining them for the past few days. He had brought them around Eastblue city to have fun and good food, and today he had chosen to bring them to the famous Bright Star Restaurant. "I'm John Winston, give me your best private room!" John walked right in front and pulled a card out as he arrogantly said. "Money isn't a problem!"

Her jaw dropped as she saw the headline scrolling across the bottom of the screen: "RITZ HOTEL SHUT DOWN AMID SCANDAL - MAJOR SHAREHOLDER ACCUSED OF ASSAULT" The reporter was standing outside the hotel, looking somber. "In a shocking turn of events, the prestigious Ritz Hotel has been shut down indefinitely following allegations of attempted assault against a female employee. Sources say the accused is none other than Thomas Jenkins, one of the hotel's major shareholders. The victim's identity is being withheld for privacy reasons." Alice sank onto the bed, her mind reeling. The hotel was shut down? How was that possible? And how did they know about Mr. Jenkins so quickly?

“Who would do this?” “Quiet,” Sasha yells as he turns the television up to hear the news. More on the Petrov story, Ana Petrov, wife of billionaire celebrity Roman Petrov and recently found heiress Anna Bateman, has gone missing in what are very suspicious circumstances on the luxury yacht of a friend at some time in the early hours of Sunday morning. Witnesses say that the night before, the pair were involved in a very public heated domestic argument had Roman Petrov forcing Ana into his limousine against her will.