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He grinned and took my hand. We reached the hotel's bar and restaurant on the private beach and ordered some drinks and snacks. We had been eating at the same spot since we arrived and the bartender already prepares for me a nice tall cherry and strawberry juice, and to Caleb there was a special cup of a wine he brought with us; a Domaine De La Romanee-Conti, Grand Cru, from 1983. It took me a full day to recover myself from the shock of knowing how expensive this wine was, to know it came from Aeneas as a gift made it less shocking.

I gasped at the sight, this looks like a bar place. "Uhm! Low alcoholic content, right?" Veera asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah!" I said following her to where some wine was stored. "Pinard et Filles ‘Queer... Uhm! NV Broadbent Vinho Verde..." She said trailing her fingers on the bottle of wine as she said the names out. "Haha! Here! Braida Brachetto d'Acqui," She chuckled bringing out the bottle of wine and taking a glass cup on the table as she handed it to me.

The exhilaration of soaring above the earth, hand in hand, was an experience I'll never forget. One evening, Leo arranged for a private wine tasting at a nearby vineyard. The vintner guided us through a selection of exquisite wines, each paired with delectable hors d'oeuvres. The ambiance was intimate, the candlelit cellar echoing with our laughter and clinking glasses.

At the waiter's suggestion, they had a Brazilian wine with dinner, a Pizzato, Legno Chardonnay, Serra Gaúcha, Vale dos Vinhedos, creamy and delicious with a lot of oak flavors, perfectly complementing the dinners. True to her word, Krista took it easy on Zach for the next couple of days, contenting herself with a 69 after lunch and only fucking him twice during the night. As a result, Zach's workouts improved and he actually finished the morning run next to last, only Rosa finishing behind him, much to her chagrin and everyone else's laughter.

Champagne wanted to know what he had planned in his mind and why he wanted to help her. "Yes princess " Heat curled down her spine, and she bit on her bottom lip. Champagne had hunch, she felt like hell would go lose any minute now. "As long as you sell yourself to me " He added. Her eyes widened for a minute, and she shook her head with disappointment. She was right all along, Rage poisoned her veins and every muscle in her body tensed. He had just proved that he saw her as a prostitute, Champagne wondered if he was just naturally stupid.

“Greek Cartel, and before you judge me as everyone else has, you should know that before Christian, the last man who touched me was Dante ten years ago.” She shakes her head and returns my smile. “I wasn’t going to question it; that look in your eyes at the mention of him is all it took for me to believe you.” She says with a giggle and walks towards the wine cabinet, removing a bottle and two glasses before walking back to where I sat. “La Mission Haut Brion, what a perfect Bordeaux,” I gush when I see the dark bottle. She raises an eyebrow. “You know your wines,” she says.

If she never ran away from him today, there was a high possibility that she would've never been able to locate this part of the mansion. She walked down the spiral staircase and entered the wine cellar. The cellar was dimly lit and there was a big shelf on the wall that spread across the whole room filled with the most world-famous, expensive and, limited edition wines and beverages. There was a different cabinet for beverages. The shelf contained a lot of wines including a Screaming Eagle Sauvignon Blanc and 2004 Penfolds Block 42 Kalimna Cabernet Sauvignon. There were only two bottles of Penfolds ever sold, one was with her brother and the other one was with him.

I said politely, still gazing at the painting on the wall Then I realize that I am talking to myself, lost in the stairs not knowing the direction he took, I lost track of the room he entered "Sigh" I open the first room I see then I peep through; it is filled with wines- Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Malbec, Zinfandel, Grenache Sangiovese and so on, my body was already to look more at the labels My mind begins to blow up as I touch the labels of each wine, I take up a red wine- Malbec from the bar with a glass cup. It tastes so bitter and sweet at the same time

LILITH POV Giovanni. That was the only thing I could think of in spite the quiet conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the heady scent of wine filling the room. We attended the wine tasting at Castello Di Vino, a private vineyard estate located just outside of Milan amid the undulating hills.

I said. * The Annexe wasn’t empty but there was a spare table by the window, directly beneath a distorted loudspeaker playing a collection of sentimental love songs. Kimberley removed her brown leather shoulder-bag and laid it under her chair. “Something to drink?” Our waiter asked. “Shall we share a bottle of wine?” Kimberley asked. “Why not,” I agreed and quickly ordered a bottle of Raso De La Cruz. A vibrant and fruity rose from the sun-kissed vineyards Cannena in northeast Spain, or so the wine list said.