Roses And Champagne Caesar Novels & Stories

She thought of calling her mom but didn't want to worry her. Caesar couldn't concentrate on his meal. All he saw were soulful grey eyes that had sadness and pain etched deeply into them. They were in a restaurant down the street from the company and Caesar had ordered a Quinoa pear salad with spinach, cranberries and pecans while Bryan ordered three turkey parmesan burgers with two thick milkshakes.

"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…"

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

Rosa is so important to our family, and as much as we have included her in our life, she takes her role seriously, never once stepping out of place. Sparkling wine is poured into our crystal glasses, the bubbles popping as they rise to the surface. Softer chatter flitters down the table along with the clatter of cutlery. Caleb gives me a wink from the top of the table, and I wonder how much of this I can eat before he drops a bomb on everyone.

In less than two seconds, Gia immediately realized his excitement wasn’t about the celebration. Dante’s eyes were glued to Rose. Gia couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, remembering that one of his rivals was a notorious playboy prince. The prince, Caius, approached the sofa carrying a gift box. He had chosen a pastel purple ribbon for the wrapping, perfectly fitting his personality. “I had to beg him to let me come,” Caius pouted, pointing at Raven, who stood behind Gia. “But it was worth it… because I missed you.”

he noted as we both sat down and he popped open the bottle of champagne. He filled both of our glasses before he handed me my glass. He then reached for a rose besides me from the vase, handed it to me and I accepted it with a shy smile. "Let's make a toast," he said and he nodded encouragingly at me. I paused, thinking, "to...many more roses," I whispered out as I held the rose close to my nose and took in its beautiful scent and he nodded. "To many more roses." ~~~

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, just as Kaia reached him, Beau smoothly produced a single red rose from behind his back – a surprise he had carefully concealed. Gently extending the rose towards Kaia, he whispered words only meant for her ears, a private exchange amidst the public ceremony. The guests, caught off guard, erupted in a chorus of delighted whispers as they witnessed this unexpected gesture. The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection.

Rose smiled seeing Azazel filling their glasses with champagne. “Cheers.” He raised his glass and Rose followed suit. Somewhere inside her, she knew what was coming next. But was she ready for it and now it seemed her hands were all sweaty before she got one of her hand down to rub it against her pink jumpsuit. It all seemed okay when she brought it up but now it was something different to actually have to experience it.

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.