Rose And Champagne Novel Novels & Stories

She stared up at him, unable to even say yes. He smiled, then took her hand in his own. “Come.” He led her from the kitchen to the large sitting room and sat her down gently on the couch. Going back to the kitchen, he returned with a tray. She watched as he dropped fresh raspberries into a crystal flute. Popping open a bottle of expensive champagne, he poured it over the raspberries then held out the flute to her, watching her with his inscrutable dark eyes. “What is this?” she whispered.

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.

I sink into the cushions, crossing my legs with ease, and lift my voice toward the open space. “Champagne,” I call out smoothly. “Bring the good one. And a glass.” Moments later, the bottle arrives. I watch with interest as the maid pours Dom Pérignon Rosé into a delicate crystal flute, the glass tall and slender, catching the light as the liquid settles inside. Excitement hums beneath my skin. I take the glass from the table, swirling the rosy drink slowly, watching it cling to the sides before sliding back down. Then I lift it to my lips and take a small sip, smiling into the taste as Lior’s stunned expression flashes through my mind.

Kathy nodded instantly. “Very well. Thank you,” Rosalind said. The manager then glanced at Rosalind and Kathy. “Which one do you prefer? Champagne or wine?” “Champagne, please.” Rosalind wanted to try the champagne since she often served it to the customers, but had no chance yet to try it. The manager then raised her hand to get the shop staff’s attention. “Please bring champagne to the table for Miss Miller and Miss Bianchi.” The staff rushed to do what the manager asked. Rosalind and Kathy waited to see the newest collection while being served with champagne. So they sat on a cream couch, sipping the cold champagne.

We walk past tables lined with cards and dice, velvet cloths, and servers in crisp white shirts carrying trays of champagne. The place smells expensive, that mix of perfume, cash, and something darker beneath. A man with slicked hair and too many rings nods at us, his gaze lingering on me a moment too long. I force a smile that feels like paper. Rosie leans close and whispers, “You’re fine. Just breathe.” I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray, my fingers trembling slightly. The bubbles rise in the golden light like tiny lies, elegant and empty. I pretend to sip, even though my stomach is already twisting.

In an attempt to ease her nerves, she accepted a few glasses of champagne from well-meaning acquaintances. The bubbly drink worked its magic, and soon Rose found herself feeling lighter and more carefree. The music swept her away, and she began to dance with newfound confidence and abandon. The exquisite red gown she wore seemed to glide effortlessly across the floor, capturing the attention of every onlooker. However, as the night wore on, the champagne went to Rose's head. Her laughter became louder, and her movements became less refined. She lost track of time and lost herself in the moment.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

"I brought out the very best champagne for tonight." We followed her to the living room where she poured us all drinks. The wine was so good that we kept refilling our glasses without thinking about it. Soon, I felt pleasantly fuzzy. Rosy got all giggly and Noah, more voluble. The champagne loosened our tongues further. Noah and Rosy began to talk about really personal stuff. I paid more attention to what Rosy said. "So tell me, Valeria, about you and Dimitri," Rosy said as she poured me yet another glass of champagne. "Whenever I see you in the office, I can barely tell what you think about him."

She whispered faintly, her heart getting out of control. She wanted to turn to him but Champagne knew that she couldn't face him. She had never felt this kind of heat in her body just by standing next to someone. Nikolai took another step and leaned closer to her body, his breath fanning the side of her neck. Champagne stilled when his hand appeared in front of her with a bunch of rose. Her gaze dropped to the rose and her heart skipped twice. Champagne didn't know what to say or do. It wasn't the first time she was getting flowers from Nikolai in fact it's the third time and this time he was delivering them himself.

"I booked the entire restaurant tonight, just for you and me." Too extravagant, she thought. Catelyn could not accept such extravagant behavior from Cedrick. Cedrick smiled lightly and snapped his fingers. Immediately, several waiters rushed in and began to fill the table with bright red roses and filled the tall glass with high-end champagne. The faint refreshing fragrance of roses and the romantic candlelight dinner made Catelyn fall in love with Cedrick again. "Do you like it?" Cedrick picked up a glass of champagne and handed it to her. Catelyn took the champagne and took a big sip. "I like it, but this is too grand…"