Love And Tequila Make Her Crazy Novels & Stories

I don't know why but I like to keep starring at her. I took my corner seat in the bar and gave money to the waiter to change her order. Yesteryear she drank only one-fourth of the bottle but today she drank three fourth. Then she passed out and I went to take her home. Today also she opened her eyes and said with tears in her eyes, "I hate him. I trusted him and he broke my trust. I loved him and he broke my heart. I left everything for him and he left me." then she passed out again.

She couldn't believe the way he had made her feel - like she was the only person in the room, like he could see right through to her soul. She stood there for a moment, frozen in place, as the party swirled around her. She felt like she was in a daze, like she had been punched in the gut and couldn't catch her breath. Finally, she shook herself out of her trance and made her way back to the bar. She ordered a drink and stood there, sipping it slowly, as she tried to process what had just happened. As she stood there, she couldn't help but think about Julian. Who was he, really? What secrets was he hiding behind those piercing blue eyes?

“You better have tequila.” “Oh, don’t be so grumpy. And yes, we have tequila.” That’s all I need to hear. I snatch the bottle and take a big swig, letting the warmth spread through me like victory. Mum’s room turns into a salon as we start the glam process. I lay back sipping tequila, watching Friends reruns while Fiona curls my hair and Mum blends my eyeshadow like a pro. I’m half tipsy, full of love, and overly impatient to see Caden again. It had already been too long.

Tessa screamed over the music, grabbing my wrist and pulling me through the crowd. We shoved our way to the front, and before I could even say anything, five shots of dark tequila were lined up on the sticky counter. The liquid looked menacing under the neon lights. "To Sloane," Tessa yelled, raising her glass. "The last night she's technically, legally, totally single. Let us get ruined." The girls cheered, slamming their glasses together. I hesitated for a split second, staring at the amber liquid. If my mother had seen me right then, she would've had a literal heart attack. Adrian would've probably just smiled that polite, disappointed smile of his.

If she could have this slice of time with Dimitri, then she’d deal with whatever happened later. “I like tequila shots,” she whispered. “What no one knows is you’re like that hit of tequila. Potent as hell, hot and strong like the first punch of alcohol to the stomach—and I’ll gladly get drunk on it, on you, even knowing I’ll be hungover and remorseful in the morning.”

I ordered another round of tequila shots and she downed both hers and mine. "This reminds me how you downed seven shots of tequila until I had to hold your hand for you to stop..." "Let me guess, that didn't end well..." She chuckled. "You asked me if I was the one paying..." "I was nursing a broken heart love..." "That's not all, The moment you sat beside me, folding your leg on the other dangling your high heels I couldn't stop staring..." "How comes I don't remember?" "Because of this thing called TequilaDo you know you stole a kiss from me?"

Despite how she pushed me away and refused to listen to anything I said to her, I am now finally given that open opportunity, and we can both talk. I looked at her as she sipped the tequila. Clearly, it was tequila he served her. I looked at the bartender and pulled him closer to me as I whispered, “You had to give her a fucking tequila. You know how it tastes so light-headed, but yet it makes someone joke quickly.”

wiggling her brows at me when saying the last part. "eww, I don't drink" I had to make that clear. Then she fake gasped and placed a hand over her heart. "You mean to say sixteen years on earth has been a waste?" hmm, she sure can act. "You're exaggerating" I rolled my eyes at her. "The god of tequila would be so pissed with you. hmmmph" honestly, now she's faking anger? someone get me a Grammy. wait!? what in the world is tequila?

He didn't wait for her response as he left immediately. He had it all but not her. He wanted her heart, to love and cherish her and make her his queen but for some reason, there was an obstacle. His feet led him to a room that was painted all black. They were all refrigerators. All he craved at the moment was a strong liquor that would knock his head until the next day. He went for a bottle of tequila ley which was his all-time favorite liquor. He picked up a glass from the freezer and found his way out to the balcony.

He leaned into her clumsy kiss, the taste of tequila lingering on her lips. Their kiss deepened, causing a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. Their clothes were shed in a hurried rage, and their movements fueled by a potent mix of alcohol and unspoken desires. Succumbing to the allure of her beauty, he surrendered to his impulse. Their bodies entwined in a moment of intense pleasure.