Roses And Champagne Caesar Novels & Stories

"Wouldn't you warn them too?" "No, there's nothing wrong with their food. It's just yours" "Wait, was this planned?" "Maybe. Oh, and try to not move too much else the chair would break and don't take the juice, it has hot sauce in it" "And all of this, just for me?" "I promise you Harley orchestrated the whole thing"

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

as in death or lost as in he isn't with the woman anymore. The conversation continued but Vespera was the only one who didn't move on. Instead, she observed him quietly until the dinner was over. She waited until the group had dispersed before she left. She said her goodbyes warmly, thanked the host, exchanged cards with two people she actually intended to call. She didn't say goodbye to Ezekiel directly. She just smiled at him across the room as she left, knowing damn well that she had perfectly captured his attention and possibly his heart.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

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.

She dared not look down—only at Matteo—trusting him completely to guide her across. At the other end, a glamorous picnic table awaited, complete with a private butler. On the table: caviar, truffles, Dom Pérignon, and champagne. Everything was over-the-top—everything Rose’s heart quietly rejected. It was simply too much for her. “Nicole sure knows how to spoil us,” Matteo said, sipping his champagne. “This is what I call a vacation. What do you think?” Rose forced an awkward smile. “Yes, it’s very nice. Like a dream.”

the other side responded lightly, softly said, "Yes, because I want to celebrate a week of dating with my partner, can you decorate the room a little more beautifully? I like roses, can you put more roses?" Caesar changed his sitting position without any expression on his face, if he could, he wouldn't mind giving her a red rose with a gunshot to the head. The hotel staff politely said: "Okay." After confirming the bill again, the staff asked: "Is there anything else we can assist you with?" "Because the other party likes to drink, so I wanted to ask, do you have red wine prepared..." Red wine. Caesar wanted to fill Lola with red wine. After a tedious confirmation, Caesar got Lola's estimat

She took a peg and raised her brows before a nod at the waiter appreciatively. “Do you like it, ma'am? This is the famous Dom Pérignon champagne. It's one of the most expensive things we specially buy for elite people like you.” He poured another peg to Celeste. Celeste gulped it in a single go. Sasha liked it too. “Hmm,” she raised the glass to her eyes and nodded. “Pretty well the taste matches its price.” “How do you know, I can afford it?” Celeste giggled, the effect of the aphrodisiac mixed in it already started showing its effect.

‘Ah yes, I just picked some fresh leaves, and I was planning to have fresh tea this morning, why don’t you join me? ‘Yes, of course.’ Josef answered and followed his brother to the kitchen where Hadrian busied himself preparing tea. His little brother just sat watching him as he goes about the kitchen. Then Hadrian finished and handed him a cup of tea. ‘Try it, its rose hip tea.’ Hadrian said sitting down in front of Josef and drinking from his own cup. Josef looked at it, it is aromatic, and he looked at his brother again doubting the taste of the said tea. ‘I picked them up myself. I assure you; it tastes great.’ The older male answered handing his brother some sweets. Josef unwillingly to

Rylan drawled, lifting his glass of whiskey in salute with a crooked smile. Everyone cheered, including Mr. Carl, who was holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. Zeda smiled, and when she spotted Christie gulping down a shot of alcohol at once with a hate-filled, venomous look, her smile turned into a full-blown, triumphant grin. “You made it!” Rose exclaimed, pulling her away from Vyr and giving her a quick hug. “Couldn’t resist a few glasses of champagne, yes?” Draven smiled mischievously at her as he and Rylan quickly pulled Vyr away into a circle of conversation.