Life at the Top

There was a complicated yet addictive taste in his mouth.

The aroma of pure white wine was mixed with a hint of indescribable fragrance.

Jasper felt his body heat up as the fragrance and the aroma of the wine entered his throat from his mouth.

Jasper felt rather dizzy after drinking two more bottles of white wine in such a new method. All he knew was that the moment Celine got up, his heart felt empty along with the loss of weight on his lap.

He felt an urge to pull her back, to have her sit on his lap obediently and not go anywhere.

Then, Celine said something that caused Jasper’s head to snap up.

“What now, are you scared?”

Celine teased as she looked at Jasper with a shine in her eyes.

With that, Celine slightly leaned down to close the distance between them. Celine’s face was so close to Jasper’s that not even the harsh winds could dissipate the romantic air between them.

want

arms fell on Jasper’s shoulders. Celine half knelt and half squatted before the man, asking her question in such an

the influence of alcohol or if it was something else, but he grabbed one of Celine’s snow-white and flexible arms. He flicked his wrist so that he could hold her hand in his. “It’s exciting on the rooftop

a cold,” Celine spoke and then pulled Jasper to his feet from the sofa. Leaning her chin on his shoulder, Celine spoke

up, the harsh breeze cleared a

the man had yet to make a move. “Are you a man or not? I’m going to hold this over your head for

you once they happen,” Jasper

on, then! As if I’d be afraid

‘Motherf*cker!’

was a man and he had never once backed down in such a situation in either of his lives, albeit he had spent his previous

consideration out the window, Jasper princess carried the woman who was leaning against him. Her soft

too late for

rooftop doors once he was done speaking and

State Building’s underground car park, Jasper followed Celine’s instructions and found a car waiting for them. There was a young woman sitting in the driver’s seat. She was most likely