Tequila Romance By Milagro Novels & Stories

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Tomas: I’m outside, preciosa. My stomach flips again. McKenzy peeks over my shoulder. “He didn’t even text ‘here’ like a normal person. He’s so suave, it’s disgusting.” “It really is,” I agree, grabbing my clutch. She follows me to the kitchen, pouring two quick shots of tequila. “A new pre-dance tradition,” she declares, handing me one. I smirk, clinking my glass against hers. “To making Tomas sweat.” “To making Tomas suffer.”

One of the big Music Contractors in Rio owned a large palatial mansion with a large sunken living room encircled by two steps down, which provided a small intimate Arena. Walking in, Molly quickly spotted Erlinda Iglesais. Their eyes met—each gave the other the cold once over knowing what was to come. She looks like she's mad or something, Molly thought. Anytime two wives from different racial backgrounds were the two participants, it was always a special night. You could feel the excitement! The wait over, the two females walked to the center of the living room. Both wives were stunning—both bare foot and naked, except for their flimsy short nightdresses and their panties underneath.

His hand brushed against her lower back briefly while guiding her through people. Camila’s breath caught instantly. That simple touch felt entirely too intimate. Mateo leaned closer to her ear so she could hear him over the music. “What do you want to drink?” The deep sound of his voice this close made her stomach tighten dangerously. “Tequila.” A slow smile appeared on his face. “Now that sounds like trouble.” Camila smirked slightly. “Maybe I want trouble tonight.” Mateo’s eyes darkened immediately. The look sent heat straight through her chest.

“Oh, I'm Mizza's daughter, but she's been ruling it out since I started working in my profession. You...?” “Imagine, your profession is the least of my worries. Don't get me wrong.” She offered me a shot of tequila and I drank it. I felt my throat burn and my soul leave my body for a few seconds. “Damn, you want to see me drunk?” Mikhail's eyes shone in a unique way, he seemed overjoyed at what was happening.

I said, leaning in, my finger brushing the tip of his nose, a bold move that felt reckless, desperate. “What about a beautiful woman like me, who's ready to forget? I know drinks—Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Old Fashioned, Mojito, maybe a Negroni—but I want your recommendation.” My voice was teasing, but my chest was tight, my heart racing with a mix of pain and want. “For heartbreak with a side of vengeance, I’d recommend a strong mix. We have the...Patrón Reposado, Grey Goose, a splash of Aperol, bitters, and a hint of sweet vermouth."

Since no one wanted to risk making a mistake and embarrassing themselves, this time, only Samuel and Lucius dared to taste the wine. The hostess announced the final answer for this round: “This wine is a 50-year-old Tequila Ley. Congratulations to Young Master Hayes for guessing correctly. Unfortunately, Mr. Lucius Knight, your answer of ‘Chictra’ from Jalisco, was incorrect.” Upon hearing the name of the rare wine, the crowd erupted in excitement. Who hadn’t heard of the legendary Tequila? This luxurious bottle encrusted with 6,000 diamonds was indeed famous. No one could help but gasp in awe!

Tikka couldn't help but cry her heart out. The angry look that was on his face kept replaying itself in her mind making her feel entirely like shît She's never seen him so mad before. Even when she rejected him,he was hurt but not mad But earlier He was mad. He was furious,to be honest, just thinking bout his furious face made her heart sink "Miguel" Tikka stood up shakily. She dragged her feet to the bar and then brought out three bottles of tequila Without giving it a second thought, Tikka opened one and then begun drinking directly from the bottle

“Sit.” Killian sat down. The club around them was dark and rich with the smell of cigars and whiskey. People laughed softly in corners, and low music played somewhere in the background. Antonio leaned back. “Now tell me, what is it you want so badly that you had to scare my poor secretary?” Killian rested his hands on the table. “The tequila you mentioned last time, ‘Reposado Especial’. I want it. Tell me how to get it.” Antonio chuckled again, puffing on his cigar. “Ah, that one. It’s not something you can just buy off a shelf. It’s by invitation only. The people behind it are… careful.” He tapped the side of his head. “Smart."

The waitress, Mila Granger, paced back and forth, as though she was looking for Millie. When she spotted her target, she immediately walked over. There was a champagne flute on her tray. "Miss, would you like a drink?" "I don't want to drink now, but I want to see someone else drink. You should drink that. I'll pay you a hundred thousand dollars if you drink that. What do you say?" Mila smiled nervously. "I wouldn't dare. These drinks are for our honorable guests. I'm not worthy of drinking them. Not to mention, I have a sensitive stomach. I get a stomach ache when I drink—"