Drunk And Daring: I Kissed A Tycoon Novels & Stories

How did we go from being kissed by Chase to suing him? I freaking enjoyed every bit of it and I wished that it had gone on and on, but Chase had realized himself too quickly and asked me to get off him. Respectfully, but without a damned apology like most gentlemen would do, but then again, that was Chase Maddox. He just wasn’t like the other men. He was far from gentle, and he was the Ice King. “Alright,” I simply agreed with Millie. “You should cheer up,” Millie said. “I mean, even if you get fired, you could include it in your CV that you have lived the dream of many girls in the city and actually locked lips with the Ice King,” Millie teased.

The freezing cold gnawed at me, but it couldn't touch the burning void in my chest. I hugged myself tightly, teeth chattering as the chill devoured any warmth. Then, out of nowhere, a black Ferrari glided to a stop beside me. The tinted window lowered smoothly, revealing a man with jet-black hair and a face sculpted to perfection—piercing blue eyes that cut through the darkness. "What's a damsel like you doing out in this storm? Let me give you a lift?" he asked, his voice smooth and commanding.

His deep, warm laugh filled the room and made him seem even more magnetic. “Thanks for the advice I didn’t ask for. But if I were you, I’d leave before I fire you for eavesdropping.” “I didn’t eavesdrop. Your voices were too loud,” she protested, cheeks flushing. “If you don’t want your sister as your boss, you can always go back to your father. Simple as that.” ** Letting the bass vibrate through her body, Celeste swayed her hips, letting the alcohol loosen her mood. She was still annoyed with Cedric. Of all the women he could have been engaged to, why did it have to be her stepsister?

“I was just…” “I can leave,” Lydia said suddenly, jumping to her feet. The wind teased her hair in my direction, and I caught the highlights at the roots. But I also caught something else. “I mean, Mr. Jackson and I can always discuss the contract on our way to the office. If this is important to Mrs. Jackson…” “Sit, Lydia,” my husband instructed. “And don’t move an inch until I ask you to.” “Wait, is that Kilian Paris?” Lydia turned to look at me, feigning innocence etched in her eyes. “What?”

The drunk guy slurred, grinning from ear to ear like a maniac. I looked at Romeo for help, but he just watched with a small smirk on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest. What was he trying to do? Well, I could handle this on my own. "What do you want?" I snapped. The drunk guy winked. The gesture was even more off-putting than I expected. I hated that wink. "I want you in my bed," He said with no shame. Like the first guy, he reached for me, but I didn't think twice. I kicked him so hard he fell to the ground. Before he could get back up, I kicked him again. When he got up, he ran as fast as he could.

The beginning of the dead end "Waking up with you in my arms, loving you every seconds of the day, coming home into your arms, your beautiful smiles, sweet kisses and a mini me and you, I want to spend the rest of my life in these beautiful moments" Those were Darren's last words to me before he turned up in the tabloid a few weeks ago with my ex-boss on his arm, as his fiancée. Staring at the mirror, I'm satisfied with the beautiful image in front of me.

Nathan held her and said, "Okay, that's enough. Let's not drink anymore. You're drunk." Hiccupping with a red face, she said, "I'm not drunk! Who said I'm drunk?" He looked at her in annoyance. "I saw you hugging and kissing Kater earlier. You still don't think you're drunk?" She was definitely drunk after kissing a dog that ate excrement. However, Hilda firmly believed that she was not drunk and shook Nathan off. She hugged Kater and kissed him again. Laughing and slurring away, she grabbed a tuft of Kater's hair and put it on top of Garfield's head.

Before I could break a world record for being the first woman to die of breathlessness from a passionate kiss with her partner, Lucian saved me by breaking the kiss as we pulled away to breath. His eyes bore Into mine as we were both panting. My mind suddenly drifted to the contract and realization of what we had just done dawned on me. “Lucian,” I called, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you realize what we've done?” He didn't say anything. He just stared at me as though he had no clue what I meant but I knew he did. “The contract,” I enunciated. “Can't you see we've broken the rules stated in there?”

For a brief moment, she was frozen in surprise, her eyes widening in astonishment. It soon became evident that Ethan's kiss was not deliberate but rather a result of his intoxicated state taking control. Their lips remained intertwined for a fleeting moment, leaving Mel with a rush of conflicting emotions. Confusion, surprise, and a mysterious sensation swirled within her. With their lips still connected, Ethan fell asleep right at that moment.

There was no sign of the regular chauffeur, so when the car's window came down and she saw Enrique's face, she forced a smile. "Hop in, beautiful," he samiled back. "Good evening, Sir. I guess I can finally say that you are definitely smitten with me, aren't you?" Enrique greeted her, but avoided her teasing question and drive them to a luxurious restaurant. "I'm going to kiss you now," Enrique said and without given her time to process his words, he crashed his lips down on hers. The kiss started off as innocent, just a few pecks on her lips, but it quickly turned possessive.