Novel & Cerita Scotch On The Rocks

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

Kyle's POV The amber liquid in my glass caught the light as I swirled it, watching the way it clung to the crystal before settling. Macallan 25, a formidable scotch with notes of dried fruits and oak. I took another measured sip. "She's back, you know." I looked up to find Morton watching me. My longtime business partner, occasional adversary, and perhaps the closest thing I had to a genuine friend. Currently, he was leaning back in his leather chair, nursing his own scotch.

Leo shakes his head, hissing. I dragged him out of the little crowd to our reserved table. I throw some ice cubes into his glass before pouring him a 1609 scotch whiskey, fucking expensive and good. I also poured myself a shot, drowning it at once. “You will get drunk in no time if you go at this rate.” Although I sit opposite him, I lean into his space, our faces inches apart, “I have never seen you drunk, let’s compete.” “Hell, no!” “What why? Do you think I won’t win?”

The air smells of expensive perfume, sweat, and pre cum. They’re so lost in their own filth that they don’t even hear the door hit the wall. I don't say a word and quietly walk past the desk, and head straight for the crystal decanter on the side table. I pour myself a generous three fingers of his finest scotch, and walk over to the head of his table. I take a slow, deliberate sip, letting the peat burn the back of my throat. Then, with a sudden snap of my wrist, I slam the crystal glass down onto the table.

She said sharply "Umm I....okay.. I guess" I stuttered. Theo raised an eyebrow at me in question while I shrugged my shoulders at him. "What would you like boss" He asked Margot "Scotch, no ice,"she replied. "Coming right up" "What about you Mariana,what do you want?" she asked and looked at me tilting her head slightly. "Me" I asked her and pointed at myself. She nodded at my question. "Whiskey I guess" I replied

She sized him up slowly. When there was an ensuing conversation, she butted him immediately to irritate him. “The lady would like something strong too,” Catherine glared. “Pick your poison,” Frank said with inviting eyes. He bit his lower lips slightly. Catherine stared blankly. “Scotch. I’d like Scotch on the rocks,” Catherine couldn’t hold her liquor. She didn’t even know what ‘on the rocks’ meant but anything to irritate Donovan even for a brief moment would suffice. “I like this one Dony, she’s feisty,” he purred, talking like she was a fixture on the wall.

THE FIXER {Playlist Suggestion: "Brother" by Gerad Way / "Heartless" by The Weeknd} ~KOLT POV~ The scotch in my glass cost six hundred dollars a bottle. It tasted like oak, smoke, and misery. I sat in the dim light of my penthouse living room, watching the rain line against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Across from me, Knox was loosening his tie for the third time, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger.

I can hear the sound of a glass bottle opening and she is near me again as I can smell her sweet scent. I can smell something else too. My favorite scotch. The scent gets stronger and it is almost at my nose I can taste it, I open my mouth slightly and then I can feel her putting her finger in my mouth which is dipped in scotch. I lick her finger and grab her hand. I suck on all her fingers and she moans sexily. She takes her hand back and now I feel something soft and round against my lips. I open my mouth wider to take it in. I can taste the scotch on her plump melons and I lick it up. I angle towards her luscious lips now dripping with scotch and I suck on them as the combination of the c

Sienna took one and immediately started rubbing her hair. "Thanks," she whispered. "Don't mention it," Declan said. He looked at the waiter. "The Macallan. Two glasses. Neat." "I don't usually drink scotch," Sienna said, wrapping the towel around her shoulders. "Today feels like a scotch kind of day," Declan replied. He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. He watched her with a neutral expression, his eyes scanning her face. "So. Who was the lucky guy?"

I picked up my bottle of scotch and drank down a mouthful directly from the bottle, as I started to make my way towards her once again. I got the glass of orange juice from her loose grip and pressed it against her lips, but she shook her head before moving her head backwards a little. “I don’t want orange juice, I want your drink.” She said, staring longingly at the bottle of scotch, like she had an idea of how it even tasted like, which I was sure she didn't. “But you’re not up to age yet, which means you can’t have it yet.” I reminded her as I took another swig of my drink, feeling the cold drink fill up my mouth instantly, before sliding down my throat smoothly and burning the back of my