Roses And Champagne Caesar Novels & Stories

"You finally dued your hair." "We're now twining." She said, sipping from her glass of champagne. "It really suites you." "Thank you." When Roman's phone chimes, this gets a look of disapproval from Carmen. "I wanted us to be alone. To enjoy this moment without any distractions." "I know but I need to attend to this. It's from Rose." Roman's response causes Carmen to roll her eyes. ",Why has she chosen to ruin this blissful moment?" She had a forkful of chicken towards her mouth but at the mention of Rose, the food filled utensil returned to her plate .

I was seconds from losing myself completely when a sharp, familiar voice cut through the haze. “Caesar. A word.” Olivia appeared at the edge of the dance floor, champagne flute in hand, her smile tight and venomous. Her eyes flicked between us with barely concealed disgust. Caesar didn’t stop moving. His arm stayed locked around me, hips still rocking us slowly to the sensual rhythm. “I’m busy with her,” he said coolly, not even sparing Olivia a glance. “Whatever you want can wait.” Olivia’s expression twisted. Before I could react, she stepped closer, too close and “accidentally” jostled her glass. Cold champagne splashed across the front of my dress, soaking the silk over my breasts and dr

Zachariah asked her. "Yes please." Rose replied. "Caprese Salad with Pesto Sauce Recipe, Bruschetta, Mushroom Risotto, Lasagna and Tiramisu for three." Zachariah gave his order. "Two red wine for us and a orange juice for our girl." Vladimir said and almost smirked when he saw Rose's cheeks turn pink when he said 'our girl' "Right away Sir." The waiter said and bowed his head down before going away. Time passed and the waiter came with their order soon. He placed the dishes on the table.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

Danica smiled and joked, "Callan is still so romantic! Your birthday is held here. Is he afraid that you can't see flowers, so he's sent so many roses here? Tut-tut. He's being so mushy!" Savannah smiled, not refuting it. "Miss Savannah, Miss Danica." The butler came up and said with a smile, "1001 champagne roses. The man who sent the flowers said they had just flown in from Texas and had been picked early this morning to keep them fresh." "Yeah, okay." Savannah chuckled. "Just put them in the garden." Danica glanced at her and walked to look at the champagne roses. "Eh? Why did Callan give you champagne roses? Isn't he supposed to give you red roses?"

Caesar's intense glance did not affect me at all in the cafeteria because he was far away and also with Rhea, but now that he's so close to me that I feel like his intense gaze is reaching my soul, my heart began to beat wildly, making me feel like it's going to burst through my flesh. Damn! How can I move on when Caesar's stare is enough to make my heart race? I kept my cool and met Caesar's gaze, oblivious to the rapid beat of my heart. I sighed before answering his question, "Yes, I still like him." Caesar's solemnity quickly transformed into disbelief, then turned into a look of displeasure. "I still like him to be my friend again, not romantically liking him," I remarked. And, in an ins

“Six months. That’s it.” A soft knock on the door startled me. “Saphira?” I froze at the sound of his voice. “Yes?” “Come out.” I hesitated, then stepped into the bedroom. Caelum was leaning against the doorframe, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, exuding effortless dominance. He held two champagne flutes in one hand, a bottle of Dom Pérignon in the other. “To celebrate,” he said smoothly. “I don’t drink with people I don’t trust,” I replied coolly.

Rosemary- From the way Lucifer was dominating me I have to admit I was soaking wet in heat. I could tell he wasn’t enjoying that cheap lap dance that desperate whore was attempting earlier. I wanted to make him beg for my wet pussy and scream my name through the walls for every one to hear. I felt challenged and there’s no way I’m losing this one. I stalked toward him ready to tease. “How about I give you a real dance lover boy?” He gave a wicked grin and with a snap of his fingers music began to play.

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 tried to look through the glass to know who was so generous to stop by and give me a lift. The car stopped and the glass of window lowered ever so slowly... Finally when it lowered, I was shocked to see him and said, "You??!!!" "Well, seems like u don't own this road so I can drive my car on the road with all rights.." came the savage reply.... Well the sarcastic answers as this could only be uttered by one and that is The Rudra Malhotra .... I just groaned and started to walk away from him ... I won't ever take a lift from him for two reasons.... First him being him and second he has his own way with words and plays very well with words so he would easily make me spill beans in front of h