Rosas Y Champagne Novels & Stories

But somehow she begged me to stay. "Stay till one, cause I have some VIP coming in from the port. Two girls didn't come in today. They want at least six girls in." I rose my eyebrows. "Six?" She nodded counting my money. "Yes, six. There booked two champagne Gold rooms. You girls might be in for some real money" Amber laughed behind us. "Yes, we will" I smirked leaning on the counter, and shrugged. "Well, Fine then," I said ordering some fries for myself since I was starving.

His hand left my wrist and travelled down to my body and his teeth pulled softly on my bottom lip before he slammed his lips on mine, claiming my mouth again. My body shivered feverishly with pleasure, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My fingers dived into his hair and the feel of his silky hair on my tips as I massaged his scalp aggressively sent waves of pleasure pooling in the pit of my stomach. He moaned in ecstasy before tearing his wet swollen lips away from mine. "cazzo!! mi stai guidando pazzo!!" "cosa stai facendo a me rosa??" he asked staring into my eyes like they held answers.

At that moment he spoke: - What do you want to drink? There is champagne and wine. - What are you drinking? she asked him - Champagne. he answered. - May I try it? she asked him with a gentle voice. - Of course. He passed her the glass. She tried a sip of his glass and said: - I would like a glass of champagne too. He nodded to the crew and they brought her a glass of champagne. She could feel bubbles in her throat and they made her feel amazing. The champagne smelled of crushed raspberries, cherries, and black currants, everything was excellent.

The bartender brought three glasses out for them and filled them with the champagne they bought. “Cheers,” Rosa said, raising her glass while the others picked theirs up. “To our friendship.” Elena and Freya raised their glasses, clinking at Rosa’s. They both uttered in unison. “Cheers.” Everyone took a sip, but Elena gulped down everything at once. Freya raised her glass to her lips, but the strong smell threatened to make her puke. She hesitated for a second, pulling the glass away. Her eyes glanced at Rosa and Elena, already requesting a refill. She felt they’d be hurt if she didn’t drink more.

“That, Kitten, is a vintage French champagne — straight from the Champagne region. Aged to perfection. I had it brought in specially for tonight.” I hesitated, then took a cautious sip. The bubbles felt delicate and almost silky against my tongue, bright with notes of green apple and toasted brioche. A soft, involuntary sound escaped me. “Mm…” I exhaled, surprised. “Okay… this is actually incredible.” Xavier’s eyes darkened as he watched me, intense and unwavering. Heat crept up my cheeks. I quickly dropped my gaze to my phone, pretending to scroll. The minutes dragged on. No one else arrived. I took another sip of the champagne, letting the cool fizz calm my growing irritation.

"Your face said plenty." Before he could respond‚ a door at the front of the cabin opened and two servers stepped out. They were dressed in matching black uniforms and moved with the kind of quiet efficiency that told me they had been doing this for years. One of them carried a silver tray with two crystal champagne flutes‚ while the other held a bottle that looked so expensive I was afraid to breathe near it. "Dom Pérignon Rosé‚ sir‚" the first server said as he set the glasses down on the marble side table between us. "2006 vintage‚ as per your standing preference."

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Before kissing my neck. Walking over to the table, he pulled out a chair for me. I sat in it, and he handed me a single white rose. I brought it to my nose before smiling at him. “A symbol of the eternal love I have for you.” I couldn’t help but blush. “I’ll be right back.” I sat admiring the setup while he was gone. He’d gone through so much trouble. I looked up when I heard the sliding door open. “I know you don’t usually drink,” he stated, placing two champagne flutes on the table. “But we’re celebrating.”

I said, bowing my head a bit as I looked at the mayor. “If you really want it, then I will go on and sign your resignation letter.” He took the envelope as he brought out the letter and he signed it after a long wait, probably he was contemplating but he had no other choice. “So why don’t we celebrate the two, soon to wed couples?? Reynolds and Rosina!!” I chuckled, trying to heighten the mood. “Oh! That’s true.” Reynolds muttered as he picked up the Armand de Brignac Rose. That was a pretty expensive wine here. Who would think twice about the champagne, I guess everyone by now we know how Reynolds loves the expensive lifestyle.