Love And Tequila Make Her Crazy Novels & Stories

She finished, her hands hoisting his chin gently, still holding his gaze. He said nothing for like a full five minutes, then slowly taking her hands in his and pulling them away from his chin. "Do you want to know why I call you teqs?" "Because you liked it." She guessed. "The reason is weird tho-" He chuckled dryly, "but actually I made a whole lot of sense about it when I started to know you..." "I think I'll need a little help understanding what you just said." She implored. "It's simple. Your demeanor, your attitude, it's just similar to the taste of tequila. Strong, sour and sweet. You even had that in your clutch bag at the soriee."

She cried. “Things between us won’t work out anymore. I don’t love you anymore, Stephanie. Please, give some respect for yourself.” Drake told her and walked away. Right! She’s Stephanie. Now I know why there is something weird going on between them earlier while they were talking. I walked away too and looked for a cab. I was about to step into the cab in front of me when I saw Stephanie walking away while crying. “Fucking scumbag!” she shouted. And then, she looks at me with madness in her eyes. Now, what did I just do?

I kicked off my shoes and followed her down a long narrow hallway to the living room furnished with the typical cheap rental unit furniture. "Have a seat," she said pointing to the couch. "Would you like a drink?" Normally, I would have declined but since I was in a sour mood I figured a drink or two might help. "Yeah, sure." Kelly stood on her tiptoes and looked in a kitchen cabinet. "Looks like we have tequila or tequila." She pulled out a bottle and held it up. "I recommend the tequila." She returned with the bottle, a couple of glasses, a small bowl of lemon wedges, and a salt shaker, and knelt at the coffee table opposite of me. "Have you done tequila shots before?" I shook my head. "It

But he knew he wanted to know the answer. “Wrong.” Her simple answer made him stare at her blankly. “It burns me from inside, I’m sorry but—,” “You know I love you?” She gave him a confused look before answering him honestly, “That’s not love!” “You don’t know,” and just when the words escaped his mouth, she could not help but fire back, “I know love doesn’t hurt like this! It can be anything but love…” Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth.

“Ugh spare me the details.” “Here…let’s drink to forget show we?” I reach for two shot glasses on the outside bar stand, reaching over to select tequila rose as my secret weapon to snap her out of this mindset. We knock the first shot back with ease before I pour us another. “I can’t believe he found his mate. ” The sadness in her eyes breaks my heart, she acts tough…mouthy, but she has a heart of gold buried beneath that hostile exterior.

I haven't told her yet ,this will be her surprise. She had not changed much still that cute little girl who played with me, who used to hit me whenever I kiss her on cheeks and whom I have fallen in love with.Since I follow her in i*******m I know which college she is in so it was easy for my assistant to locate her apartment's address. I have ordered her a big pack of dark chocolates as her first surprise I know she loves dark chocolates she will choose dark chocolate over anything.

She placed her hands on her chest that was thumping crazily, to her surprise she still had a heart, she had thought her heart had shattered a while ago. She was in no mood to go home; she just wanted to drown herself in her sorrows. She flagged a taxi weakly. ” Magic bar ale house” she said with a hoarse voice. The driver nodded, she got in and he took away. Arriving at the bar, she walked over to the counter. “ Give me a shot of tequila please, ” she said to the bar man. He nodded and placed it on the counter,she took it in one go.

“I was just....” “Checking to know what an actual cock looks like?” “God, when you say it like that, It sounds horrible.” “It is horrible.” I breathed, grabbed a random cup of tequila from a table, emptied it in seconds, then took another cup. “Okayyyy, someone’s in a mood.” She murmured, roving her eyes over my lips. “Come on, let’s dance.” My lips twitched into a tiny smirk, my body swaying to the music as the beat vibrated through my chest and the liquid in my hand.

"How did you know?" He remembered that night vividly. She had been angry at him. He had botched a mission and still ran through the pouring rain across Wendover just to buy her favorite cupcake. That night, she had looked at him and said, "It's not that I'm easy to please. It's just… I still love you. But if the day comes when I stop loving you, even putting a gun to your head won't make a difference." Leo pulled out the cupcake from the insulated bag, and she took it without a word.

"I need something stronger." She raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. "Of course, My Lord." With a sigh, I rubbed my temples, trying to clear the fog. I wasn't in the mood for her tea, or any of her calming words. I needed something that would burn through the bullshit in my mind. "Tequila," I said flatly. "Not tea. I need tequila." Freya hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking to the glass of tea in her hand, but then she nodded, silently understanding.