Mecojo Ami Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

I wasn't under the influence of alcohol but I had just gotten my heart broken by a woman I once loved. I felt bad for knocking him down. I rushed him to the hospital. There, I found out he was defrauded by a foreign investment company, mortgaged his house, and couldn't pay it back. He had nowhere to go. I offered him a job as my driver and he accepted. Mr. Fred, the car is ready, Lois said and immediately I zoomed out of my thoughts. Lois, I began, we are going to a restaurant just down the street. I need to de-stress.

I defend weakly. "Don't be a prick! Just one shot." "Only for you, Cuz, one shot." I swallowed what I thought was Jose Cuervo. The burning liquor sliding down my throat made me squeeze my eyes shut. I shook my head hard to prevent the water from leaking from my eyes so I could get my bearings again. "What was that?!" My cousin laughed. "Give it a minute, and then tell me how you feel." "Okay. Wasn't it Jose Cuervo? "

And before I had to back off so I didn't screw over my very best friend and her kid. Fuck, my life is whacked right now. "I appreciate you being forthcoming, but it's not gonna happen tonight. You're wasting your time sitting next to me." The bartender approaches, and she says, "Um… rum and Coke, please." I lift an eyebrow at her. "What? You thought I was gonna go for something suggestive like Sex on the Beach or a Buttery Nipple? I'm not that kind of girl. I've been around a long time, but I'm not desperate like a lot of the girls here."

They were all drinking together as they were all gathered at the table. “Can you drink?” Gavin asked immediately. Amara raised her brows and drank it fastly. They all whistled and gasped when she did that. Her face crumpled as she felt the bitterness of the alcohol and how it went in her throat. “I'm a Mafia boss,” she mumbled and chuckled at Gavin. Gavin shook his head and was worried about her. “Shot, Misty!” Chef Liza exclaimed and gave her a glass of alcohol. Misty didn't hesitate and drink it all, brave like Amara. They all clapped at her, proud of his bravery. They were all continuing drinking, getting wasted.

“The night when your relationship finally becomes real, not just a charade.” The bartender handed me my drink, and I took it from him, relishing in the feeling of the liquid warming my insides as I took my first sim. “Don’t be so sure, Ema,” I replied mentally. “This is just a networking event, after all. Or a holiday event, or whatever the hell is going on here.”

There was Mateo, lounging on his patio, sipping coffee like he owned the world. Amelia exhaled slowly. The first shot shattered his coffee cup. Mateo jumped, eyes wild. The second shot grazed his arm, the third his other arm. He was barking orders now, his men scrambling up the hill. Amelia was already on her feet, sprinting back to her horse. Mateo jumped into his jeep.

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

Max says calmly, interrupting my raging thoughts. I take a sip of the whiskey from the fully stocked cart in the corner, left behind from the previous tenant. It tastes cheap and I can tell it’s been watered down, but what the hell? I’ll have to get Max to replace it with real alcohol some other time. “Boss? What do you need me to do?” Max asks, his tone now more serious. I swallow another mouthful of the cheap whiskey before I relay my orders, “Bring her back.” I walk right up to Max, my eyes burning with pure hatred and revenge.

"Jake. Since you enter, your eye no dey comot for him back. Ri, abeg tell me say I dey imagine." Rihanna’s throat closes. "You’re imagining." Amaka stares, then sighs. "Good. Because that one na fire you no fit quench." She squeezes Rihanna’s wrist, hard. "No spoil your life." She leaves before Jake returns. Rihanna washes the plates twice because her hands won’t stop shaking. Jake comes back smelling of petrol and sweat. He dumps the keg by the door. "Amaka don go?" "Yeah." "You okay? You look..."