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He paid to use the penthouse for a night. Gabriel opened the penthouse door. It was dark inside. So he turned on a few small lamps, and they could see some red rose petals scattered on the floor. Rosalind gaped to see it. The petals kept scattering until they reached a room. Small candles flickered too, adding a romantic atmosphere. “Oh, so beautiful!” “You like it, baby?” Rosalind smiled and nodded. “It’s wonderful!” He grinned and carried her to enter the bedroom. Inside, a cold bucket with a bottle of champagne was on a table next to the bed. Two empty wine glasses were next to the silver pail.

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.

he said, his voice low and intimate. As I breathed in the sweet fragrance of the roses, Raziel set the champagne, gifts, and other treats on the bed. He then leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle, tender kiss. I wrapped my hand around his neck, drawing him closer, careful not to crush the delicate flowers. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the sweetness of the moment.

"You're the most precious thing in my life, Rose. More valuable than any treasure, more breathtaking than any view." He added more seriously. I blushed and bit my lower lip to hide my immense joy at his words. Just when I thought my cheeks couldn't get any redder, I felt Roman's leg brush against mine under the table. The contact, though innocent enough, sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My eyes widened in shock, meeting his mischievous gaze across the table. "Roman, stop!" I hissed, my voice a mix of horror and barely concealed desire. "You'll make me choke on my drink." I attested.

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

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.”

They walked towards the bartender, and Stacy seductively relaxed her body over the bar and ordered a bottle of Lafite and a bottle of champagne. They found a seat and sat on it. "Do you feel uncomfortable?" Stacy asked. "No, why should I feel uncomfortable, I'm sexy, so they are the ones who feel uncomfortable." Rosie blinked her eyes and answered innocently. Stacy closed her eyes, nearly cussing out. Rosie has a weird thinking circuit. She shook her head. "Anyway, tell me if you feel uncomfortable," Stacy stated. "I'm certain that I might get drunk after finishing a bottle of champagne, Stacy do you want to get me drunk?" Rosie asked, her eyes turning to slits.

I almost felt like Cinderella without my shoes. “Nolan?” it was a sigh out of my lips. I was so touched beyond my imagination that I couldn’t speak. The ivory curtains had been drawn to reveal the lovely view of the city and in front of the glass floor-to-ceiling window was a table set for two. There was a champagne chilling in an ice bucket and beside it was a note and a black rose. I ran it and picked it up. There was something so elegant about the rose, the black petals were so pretty and the aroma was so lovely I couldn’t resist raising it to my nose and inhaling.

“But I need to practice my descriptions!” “What?” Nate asked. “Descriptions for my books,” Rose took a bite of her cheese sandwich.`Kam and I rolled our eyes at the same time. “Rose, I swear those books you read are just porn with a plot,” Kam grumbled. I couldn’t help but grin. He’s not wrong. From what Rose has told me, her web books are filled to the brim with sex, sex, and more sex. “Stuff like, ‘The orgasm was so intense, I felt the ground rumble,’ right?” Nate said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit like that is in my ma’s paperback romances.”

“Rose-“ But before I could even finish my word, I felt a hand wrap around my waist and then I was being lifted up and off of the floor and the world went black. **** “You can open your eyes now.” The first thing I noticed as Damien lowered me to the ground was the intense smell of black roses. Since they were different from normal roses, they had a distinct smell which was richer and stronger than any other rose in the world. It was also the only rose that stayed in bloom for an entirety of two months. As I had expected, when I opened my eyes, I was no longer standing in the Shelter, in the middle of the ocean, but in the inner gardens of Damien’s castle, the place where we first met.