Novel & Cerita Mi Hermana Borracha

The chandelier lights were switched on, making the revolving dark Navy blue, and pink lights to make the crowd go naughty. It looked like everyone present were having a good time. Mia stood and watched as few people played beer pong. She then reminisced when she and her cousins used to play the game. She smiled then felt a sudden twirl in her heart. Because she missed home. A red cup containing whatever liquid inside, was shoved into her hand. And she threw it into the trash bin. She knew too well not to accept drinks from strangers. She knew that those drinks were spiked. It was better to be safe, than sorry.

“We will get a chauffeur. That’s so little. Get something for my friend here to drink too!” “I will pass,” she shook her head vigorously. Just the smell of the alcohol was still making her feel sick. “Don’t be boring, sister-in-law. Drink!” She collected the drink the man had mixed and then handed it over to her. Leilani collected it, sipped a little, and then gagged instantly. “This is so hot, fuck!” Mia laughed and shook her head, “Don’t be weak.” “Weak? How do you even drink this?”

I muttered and he gave me that guilty expression again. “But I have a little experience, I was working as a bartender while in school.” I said, again I didn't look at him. I kept myself busy with my food, if Adriano was looking at me, I wouldn't know because I have completely cut myself off from glancing towards that side of the table. I don't want to be a hot mess again in the presence of my brother. “If she had bartending experience, she can work at The Soul Lounge.” A deep voice cut in and when I looked up, Adriano was looking at my brother and not me. Kelvin shoved at his already rolled up sleeves and shook his head.

For a second Anya had forgotten she had her sister on the line. Anya scoffed. “You wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve witnessed happen here. Crazy tourists fall for Damon’s fire drink every damn time.” Shot glasses rimmed with Habanera pepper juice and filled with a home-brewed shine so damn pure it put her situation hooch to shame. The man responsible for the cold ‘experience of a lifetime,’ as he called it tossed a knowing wink her way.

“You should brace yourself, Hazel. You’ll be seeing a lot of me around. Who knows? I just might become your brother in law.” He walked away with that awful and conniving smirk still on his face, leaving the echoes of his words lingering in his wake. My hands trembled by my sides in anger, and I wanted to scream or break something. My eyes flitted around the room before they landed on the glass of tequila Mia had left behind. I wrapped my hand around the glass, lifted it to my mouth and knocked my head back as the liquid went straight down my throat with a burn.

Those burning red eyes won’t leave my mind, neither will the feel of those hands on my neck, that pelvis pressing up against my backside… or the salacious, daring words rolling off of that tongue… “Double bourbon. Now,” I snap at the bar tender, and he leaves his other customer in an instant, cracking open the top shelf stuff smuggled in straight from Kentucky and pouring me two fingers. “That’s the idea, kid! Get some fire in that belly. I’m guessing it weren’t a great walk?” Mikey calls out laughingly, as he and the guys finally spot me, hanging over the bar like a wet towel freshly wrung out by some damn, strong hands. Those hands… Those eyes…

“I’m your filthy randi…ahhh fuck, don’t you dare stop! I’m addicted to your cock! I need it deeper, please fuck your stepsister’s cunt harder!” His cock dug into me relentlessly, hitting that spot over and over until I was shaking, soaking the seat, drooling, lost in the sin of it. The wet squelching of my dripping pussy filled the car as he railed me without mercy. He flipped me suddenly, bending me over the seat, ass up. He slammed back in from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other slapping my ass red. “Take it. Take your step-brother’s cock like the addicted whore you are.”

I guess this will ease my pain and makes me numb, this too failed, but made me a little tipsy I don't know what to order anymore so I asked the bartender to give me the strongest one he gave me a small long slim glass with dark brown liquid with a lemon slice in the top called Aunt Roberta. I sipped it twice which made the glass empty. I felt a little more tipsier that's all. I wonder why can't I get drunk and get forgot my problems. I sighed frustrated, grabbed the collor of the bartender, and yelled, "I asked you the strongest you dumb wit. Are you deaf? Huh!" Before he answers I heard a deep voice "Wanna get high?" I didn't think twice to nod my head after losing my grip on that bartender

The critical thing is drunk, to make my mind a little clear or forget a moment before I return to the real reality. "Cherry vodka?" "Bring me that." The bartender brought a clear yellowish drink. I took a sip of the liquid, and I immediately felt it burn my throat. My head started spinning, even though it was only one sip. Bad! Even though I'm dizzy, my brain can still function normally. I see the source of the misfortune that befell my life. Crazy girl! That crazy girl is dancing like mad on the dance floor. Crazy! She should have realized she was pregnant. I know it's not my son, but there is kind of an urge to stop her.

Ace jerked Mj upright just as a thundering growl broke loose behind her. Mj turned around to see her dance partner seething with blood dripping down his arm and shards of broken glass stuck in his palm. “ACT,” the word shot through Mj’s mind and she shot her brother a quick thank you before grabbing for the large man’s bloodied hand, “oh no! Your hand,” she squealed and bent over the top of the bar, exposing the bottom curve of her buttocks, “excuse me, umm bartender sir... can I have some ice and a towel.” Mj wanted to slap herself, but she also knew that nothing was more enticing to a predator than a weak-looking female. As the bartender handed her, the ice wrapped in a towel Mj reached o