Maestro Novel Tequila Novels & Stories

"Yes, about that, they confessed to hiding it under the ground in their mother's home, I sent someone there, and a report came that they are telling the truth." Maestro's palms relaxed, "good then." He turned to me, "Do you want a drink, Maya?" I didn't reply, yet he pulled me up. "Let's go." He took me to the counter; the bartender couldn't take his eyes off me. I prayed Maestro wouldn't notice. "A glass of Martini," he ordered, and the bartender was gone; he sat me down on a chair and stood behind me. "Everyone keeps looking at you, the men all want you, and it's getting me pissed."

"A drink then?" "I can get one for myself." "What do you want then?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'll let you know but just know you owe me, Kris." He answered, staring into my eyes. Huh? "Wait…how do you know my name?" "Weren’t you the one who called me an angel? Well, angels know everything." He stated, his lips curling into a smirk. With that, he got up and left, leaving me in a state of confusion. ***** now available on Goodnovel!!!

she moaned, toes curling. “I love how you feel,” he whispered. “Your pussy was made for me… every part of you belongs to me.” Her stomach flipped, pussy throbbing at every soft thrust. Her lips quivered. “Y-yes… yes, Master…” Jerald groaned again. “Damn…” “You squeeze me like you don’t want me to leave.” His lips moved and he kissed the tears off her cheek. Then kissed her mouth—over and over—never letting go of her eyes.

"What is it?" “Tequila,” Aiden says, his voice velvety. “It helps increase dopamine levels. In some ways… it’s an aphrodisiac.” A flicker of something dances in his eyes. Mischief. Hunger. Control. I raise an eyebrow. I don't know what that means. “We’ve got whiskey, rum, brandy, gin. You can try them all if you want,” he adds, leaning closer. The heat of his body seeps into my side.

Grandmaster stated, ignoring the other man's comment on his son…Carlson. "Oh, Please, don't be too formal. I've got some fine wine here, you should try it out. Freya?" Freya obediently walked over to the booze shelf, she grabbed two glasses and a 1945 Jéroboam de château mouton Rothschild. She placed a glass in front of each man and filled it up. Grandmaster picked up his glass and took a sip, his eyes never drifting from the masked man sitting across him. "I would have loved to join you, but unfortunately, I have my face sealed." He said through auto tunes.

The bartender greeted as I sat on the stall, “What can I get you?” “Give me the most expensive Tequila you have here.” I demanded while wandering my eyes at the shelves of the drinks behind him. “Right away sir.” The bartender said before he turned his back at me and went to the liquor shelves behind him. He reach out a liquor at the very top of the shelf and went back to me. “Here, sir.” He said as he showed it to me, “Tequila Ley Ultra Premium is our most expensive Tequila. It cost $225,000 per bottle and it cost–“

so pleasent that it cut through the excited crowd who had been making mad comments on she and the duo's banter. She recognized that voice. And the name! Raising her gaze up, she was met with those coffee eyes boring at her in surprise, a tinge of confusion and hidden excitement. "Tequila! "He called again, more like a soft whisper with his eyes never leaving hers. This term was going to be one hell of a long ride.

"You drugged me and fooled me into your room. I know exactly what you want." Oh, honey, if only he knew the carnival of chaos that paraded through my mind on a daily basis. But I swear on my bank account that I have done no such thing. Drugging him? Oh no, I’d drug people for their money, but not for their dicks. But before I could further explore the intricate dance of sarcasm and innuendo, Dominique chimed in with a revelation. "It's the tequila, Melissa. The crew's tequila from this afternoon. It's amplifying the connection."