Drunk And Daring: I Kissed A Tycoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can feel that he means it, and his hand slides into my hair and the kiss tips deeper and something in my chest lets go a little, some tight thing I’ve been holding since Monday, and I lean into it. His other hand at my waist, pulling me closer, and the circle is counting somewhere far away and I stop thinking. Just his mouth and his hands and the warmth of being held by someone where nothing underneath it wants to ruin me. Someone counts down from ten. Tyler pulls back slow. Eyes dark. That smile. “To be continued,” he says. Half to me, half to the room. They lose it again. My face is warm. I reach for the nearest cup and I do not look across the circle. Not once. The stairs are narrow

"I’m here to drink my sorrow away, Darius! My life is a complete mess right now. My father is in a cell, my mother is living in a dump, and I’m broke and jobless. Why am I even alive? Let me have some more drinks, Alpha!" I didn't wait for his permission. The alcohol made me reckless, reckless in a way I hadn't been in my entire life. I lunged forward, scrambling back onto his lap, my hands moving without my brain telling them to. I looked into his eyes—those dark, intense eyes—and in a blur of desperation and wine-soaked impulse, I leaned in and started to kiss him.

My breath hitched sharply when my name rolled off his tongue so seductively sweet yet laced with danger. This was the first time he'd ever uttered it, and it sent a dark thrill coursing through me, deepening my obsession. He always called me 'Freckles' or 'mouse' Overwhelmed by the intoxicating pull, I leaned in first, claiming his lips in a desperate, impulsive kiss. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as he reciprocated immediately, his response fierce and unyielding. This was my first kiss ever, stolen in the shadows of secrecy, and a twisted part of me was glad it was with him, if not this charming man, then who?

“I was thinking, since I lost and you won, would you like to celebrate your win with me? The bill is on me. A few drinks, get to know each other, probably see where the night takes us.” She bit her lips. Her finger slowly left my chest and was on my chin. I pulled it away from me. “I think I’ll pass.” I declined. “You sure about that?” She asked seductively. She moved closer. Her body was close to mine. “Yes. Happily married.” I said. I don’t think that other information was necessary. “Who said anything about marriage?” She chuckled. She placed her hand on my chest. “Your wife must be really lucky to have you. Guess someone beat me. But it’s a few drinks, that’s all. What do think, handsome

Tyler wondered the reason the Death lord was suddenly curious about his love life but he wouldn't mind telling him after all those days were one of his best. "I met her on the southern part of Narlands, she worked in a flower shop as a florist. The chief of arm forces then in the south was who I worked under then and he asked to get the best flower for his daughter, that was where i met her." "She recommended some for me and we started to talk. I thought that would be the last time I saw her until I met her at a coffee shop, she lost her wallet and had no money to pay. I paid for her and that was where it all began. We became friends, whenever we were both free, we would hang out and get to

"The opening doesn't start until 9pm see you then man, don't disappoint me" He cut the call and didn't even wait for my reply The night of the party I was dressed in a tuxedo Armani suit paired with Christian Dior shoes, my driver drove me to the club, the name was 'Desiree' Such a weird be. Why would he choose this name of all things he could think of . Dré could be weird sometimes "Drop me off here Enzo" I told my driver

“I’m so sorry. Shit.” Frozen, she watched as he went to sit on one of the couches in the room. He was sweating profusely, his entire face flushed now. His deep brown hair was unruly and damp-looking at the roots, soaked with sweat. “Y-you are not drunk, are you?” Macy managed, her nerves still wired with fright. She had half a mind to run out of the room. “No.” Mr. Kincaid swallowed, groaning quietly. “She drugged me.”

Then, she began gently feeling his Adam's apple. Tyler felt an electric shock passing through his body. Without realizing it, he tightened his grip around her waist. He was this close to losing himself. “Kelsey!” He pinned her down to subdue her movements while an obsidian look shone in his eyes. Kelsey was bolder than usual when she was drunk. Even though she could see the severe look in Tyler’s eyes, she was fearless and proceeded to kiss him.