Roses And Champagne Caesar Novels & Stories

My actions are mostly an automatic response from all the manner and proper etiquette classes we had to master. "Might I be so bold to say that our consorts are far more beautiful than the weather?" I stray my eyes away from the crowd and look by the podium, to where Elli Contee was standing tall and proud wearing his black suit, by his chest a pin showcasing Cinco's colors, green and silver. "Today is coronation day and we would be announcing the 6 lovely women chosen for this year's Alpha."

" said Caesar, standing there with a bouquet of pink roses next to his Lambo. ''Hi, baby!'' Jessica said to Caesar. He kissed her on the lips rapidly and shook his hand with me. ''Well? What do you guys think?'' He pointed to his Lambo. ''Not so bad, you've got some taste,'' I said to Caesar. ''Learned it from the best,'' He winked at me. He leads us to the car and reversed his way out from the private parking lot. As soon as we head to the highway, I was already looking down on my phone coming up with a text to Violet.

“Shall we serve dinner for you?” I shook my head, taking the cart myself. “No, thank you. I’ll take it from here.” Caesar nodded toward the side. “We brought a bottle of champagne, too.” His eyes twinkled as he leaned close and whispered, “Just in case there is cause for celebration.” “Thank you. How very thoughtful.” I stood aside and let his assistant enter. He quickly placed the champagne in a champagne floor stand to the side of the table and darted out. “Thank you, Caesar. If I can ever do anything for you, just let me know.”

My thumb hovered over the screen. There was another message underneath the photograph. Stop asking questions. That was it. No name. No explanation. No threat written in dramatic capital letters. Just three words. Four quiet words that somehow felt more frightening than a paragraph of violence. My heart began pounding. I stared at the photograph again. Ruelle's building. My coat. The coffee. The exact moment I'd walked outside. Whoever had taken it had been watching me. My mouth went dry. I looked out the window.

Then he spotted them. A challenge sparked in his eyes. He excused himself and cut through the crowd like a shark, his smile a dangerous, polished weapon. "Caesar Dominic. And Julian," Ryan said, his voice slick. "I have to admit, I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't think this was your... usual scene." The unspoken words…back alley, gutter, criminal den…hung in the air. "We're full of surprises, Chief Graves," Caesar replied with a cool smirk, sipping his champagne as if he owned the very air they breathed.

" Don't say it, Rose. Don't say it! His doing it on purpose. Just walked away fuck it! I leaned closer to him. "You could never out dance me," I glared. I was competitive as hell. I couldn't be helped. I knew I set myself up when he nodded, then pick up the shot glass. He threw it back, swallowed the alcohol, and slammed it on the counter before leaning infinitely closer to me. Smelling like sandalwood; woodsy and dark-sweet. Good lord. The man smirked in front of my face, egging me on further. "Prove it"

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

I heard his voice in my ear and I remembered the color of his lips, they were the finest color of peach and made my mouth water just by taking a glance at them. I wanted him, I longed for him, I desired his touch. Just a touch, a single touch from him was all I needed. I craved his scent and his possessiveness. Desire stroke me and deprived me of my senses so much so that I didn't even know when I voiced out his name. Caesar. "I need you." And like a fairytale, in the blink of an eye, I see him.

When I looked at Anna, I saw her face go pale and her hands fiddle with the hem of her dress. I looked at the entrance when I heard the shoes clicking against the wooden ground. A dark-haired man made his way through the door with a group of men behind. He had a chiseled jawline with a deep scar on top of his eyebrow. Being such a klutz I am, I accidentally dropped the fork that I was holding a while ago, grabbing all the attention. I looked down at my plate avoiding all the stares that I received. Within a moment, I sneaked a glance to see him looking at me with a grim countenance. His green eyes with a glint of gold at the edges pierced through mine unknowingly making me swarmed with butte

It must be something in the Milan air, because how is it that I've seen more attractive men in the past four days than I've seen in the few years I'd spent in New York? "That won't be necessary," I responded to both him and the bartender. The last thing I wanted was to owe a stranger anything, or better yet, accept the drink and then get reprimanded by Lorenzo or Silas. God knows I can't take any more bullshit today. It had already been a chore with Fiore on my case all day. The man's small smile didn't waver; instead, he shrugged, respecting my wishes... something most men would never do. "I see you came here with the Black Rose," he said, his fingers reaching for the glass of whiskey befor