Drunk In Love Future Novels & Stories

I initially thought that he was the one for me but I guess I was so wrong all those while. "Hey. Give me some shots". I instructed the barman and he placed it on the counter. Maybe just a few bottles this nights won't be a bad thing. After all, what better way to deal with a heartbreak than try to forget it? I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and open it immediately quickly gulping down all its contents. I placed it back on the counter. Okay, that was a bad idea totally. I rubbed my temples with my fingers do as to ease the intensity.

What was the point once you saw what the girl had to offer? It was mercenary of him, but Drake didn’t normally stop to think about other people’s feelings. Hell, if he did, he’d never have a show called FIND LOVE OR STRIP . Actually, most of the programming on his TV Channel would be a bust. And Drake liked money. He liked money a lot more than he liked most people. The assistant—Lawson—returned with his drink. Rob tasted it, grimaced at the strength of the tequila, and drank it anyway. “We hear anything from Brown Brooke yet?”

"Probably, but they might disown me for wanting to marry you when you and Rafael split up. They will still consider you divorced and unsuitable, and I will have to put up a fight to convince them. But that's a problem for a different day." "Why can't things be simple? Why do these parents have to be such villains? We should be allowed to marry whoever we want and whenever we want. I think we should run away and tell Rafael to go to hell." "That's it, no more drinks for you. You are already slurring and talking nonsense. The night is still young, woman! Get a grip." Dhruv took away her fourth drink and finished it all in one gulp before she could complain. "Yuck, Ruhi. This is soo sweet! Disg

“I'm done and you're not my problem anymore.” Connel stood in the middle of the room. Ariel whispered, “In this very penthouse we shared drinks, laughed and danced. Before the mask slipped and ambitions tore us apart, don't ever think you can escape.” As the door clicked shut behind her. Tori returns to the present, the fury and pain overwhelming her as she throws the glass of wine in her hand against the wall, she screams in anger. Ariel stared at the rain from her window, her reflection faint against the glass. Something felt off, like the air itself was holding its breath. She didn't know what - but she knew it was coming.

Gabriel's eyes widened in surprise. He froze for a second before reaching out to touch my hair. "You can't be serious, darling. I never even agreed to what Mom wanted!" All at once, I felt so tired. I shook my head. "I mean it. I don't love you anymore. I want a divorce." Caroline's eyes crinkled into a smile, and she waved me off. "I'm glad you know your place. Now, get out!"

It is free anyway so might as well enjoy. "Here's your drink Miss!" the guy who bumped me cheerfully said as he handed me a mint chocolate drink. I honestly don't like this flavor but how can I even say that, this drink is free so I don't have the right to complain. "Thanks." I said plainly. The two girls looked at the guy weirdly as we all thought he was going to leave after giving the drink but no, he sat beside me. "That drink was my favorite so I hope you like it too." he said as made a really cute face all of a sudden as he stare deeply into my soul.

Then I cleared my throat with a doubtful shake of my head before turning to face Chloe - adjusting my butt even closer as my lips parted to speak. "Everything is wrong Chloe, not with my friend being drunk! Trust me, we have to go somewhere else please" I whispered with nervousness in my voice, slowly reaching out to hold her right hand before wrapping it with both my hands as my lips remained close to her right ear. Chloe only chuckled, giving me a brief peck on the lips before saying with a low amused voice "Seriously, I don't mind him being drunk -- after all, it's what most people do in a bar. And besides, you brought me here to loosen up and have fun right?"

he suddenly stepped in front of me, holding out his hand and I put the glass down before raising a brow at him. “Ooh, saucy.” I teased, placing my hand on his. “Don’t ruin it doll face” “Okay.” I muttered and Draven laughed shortly before guiding me towards the dance floor. Couples were already dancing to 'No promises' by Shayn Ward, one of my favorite songs of course, which explains why Draven chose it for tonight. I placed a hand on Draven’s shoulder and took his hand with the other, interlocking our fingers. Draven’s grip around my waist tightened and it caused jolts of electric to crawl up my spine, my heart rate increasing tenfold.

Vivian’s POV I wanted a drink. In fact I needed the whole bottle. I sat at the sticky bar counter, the thumping bass of the club vibrating in my teeth, and I just wanted the world to stop spinning. Derek Blackwell--the man I'd foolishly loved--was getting engaged tomorrow morning. To another person. The thought tasted like heartbreak and bile. I wanted to drown every memory of his smile, his laugh, and his stupid lies in the strongest liquor the bartender could pour.

I always followed. He stood on the small back porch, took one long drag, but didn't exhale right away. He just held the smoke in, shoulders tense. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my forehead against the solid line of his back. He flinched at the contact but didn't pull away. After a moment, he exhaled with a visible tremor. "I love you," I whispered. He heard it as clearly as if I had yelled it at the top of my lungs.