Novel & Cerita Tom Holland Glasses

(James) The second bottle’s already open. The first is sideways in the wastebasket beside my desk. Hale -fucking- Tower… Where I’m the top man. The boss. The most astute businessman to have ever totally fucked-over his life. “I’ll drink to that.” I raise my glass and swallow another mouthful. Dalmore 25. Top shelf. Aged oak, sherry cask, burns like the devil. Theo says this one’s ‘for deals worth billions or monumental fuck-ups.’

The one that was to be his. I didn’t know what this drug was, but hopefully it would do just what they said it would, and nothing more. I didn’t want the blood of one of the next alphas to be in my hands. Quickly stuffing it back into my pocket, I grabbed the glasses, and went back into the living room. To my grace, he hadn’t even checked in the glasses before pouring the drink into the glasses. According to Jhenna, it should kick in almost instantly. I raised my glass, in search of a toast.

The tattoos along his back and arms shift slightly with every movement, like they’re alive, like they follow him instead of sitting on him. And then, glasses. I blink. “…You wear glasses?” He glances over his shoulder, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Sometimes.” I step in a little more, curiosity getting the better of me. “For what?” “Mild astigmatism,” he says, turning back to the stove. “Long hours, screens… makes it worse.” I nod slowly, even though he can’t see me. It’s such a small detail, but it makes him feel human.

It smacks him with a poof. “I’m pink,” I declare, pointing at my helmet like it’s the damn Constitution. “No, I’m fucking pink,” he argues, clutching the suit like it’s a lifeline. “Pink matches my helmet, you psycho.” “Drink for it?” he counters, pulling a flask from his cut like a magician. I shrug. Why not? He pours two shots into actual glasses, where the hell did he get glasses? and hands me one like it’s a duel at dawn.

He could sort out whatever it was Sitnikov wanted with them. Claudia turned back to her office and went to open the box Laney had brought in. A smile spread across her lips when she saw it was the new glassware she had ordered with the club's brand on them. The lettering 'underground' was distinct, like a masculine scrawl, but the glasses themselves were tall and flute-like. Claudia loved them. She had chosen them along with everything else associated with her new club, The Underground. This place was Tyson's engagement gift to her. His only stipulation being that she couldn't run the place until it was a legitimate business.

Unable to help but smile, I continue to watch mesmerized as that bartender finishes preparing our drinks, after so many amazing moves, handing us two relatively small glasses with what is my favorite alcoholic beverage, adorned with a lemon on the rim the glass and a pink paper umbrella. Taking his glass, Dominik says to me, "Let's toast to our honeymoon trip." Smiling contentedly, I reply, "Let's toast!" Still smiling, I try to bring my glass close to Dominik's to clink it like they always do in the movies when someone toasts, but Dominik stops me and says, "In this kind of drink, the glasses don't clink when you toast, you just have to raise them a little and then drink them."

He made a bundle on Wall Street and cashed out just before the market collapsed, and now he lives on a catamaran at the Miami Beach Marina. We were all in good spirits, even Sean, spraying each other, tossing soap around. When Sean finished, I followed him back to the lockers. He had his towel wrapped around his waist, which was a shame, because he had a sweet butt, high and round, the kind I wanted to stick my tongue into. “Hey, Sean, can you build display units?” I asked, toweling down my hair. “I can build almost anything. What do you need?” I explained about the Vladi Vodka product launch, and as I did I had a flash of inspiration. “What about a giant martini glass?” I asked. “In Plexigl

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

Todd looked at her swallowing, as he too sat back in his seat. To say those next few minutes weren’t awkward would be an understatement. We both picked up our wine glasses before taking a sip. Drinking slowly enough, we both hoped she would be back by the time we were done. That didn’t happen. “It’s good wine,” Todd adds in an attempt to fill the silence that is so potent the air feels close. “It’s from the Crimson Moon Pack Alpha Elio and Luna Kara brought it when they first arrived.” I don’t know why I used their titles, it just padded out the time, I guess. “Oh,” he said, nodding as we both just continued to eat.