Tequila Romance By Milagro Novels & Stories

she said, nodding. I narrowed my eyes as the female left. “You don’t think I can handle it,” I asked, questioning. “No offense but a hybrid such as yourself hyped up on tequila and straight sugar is a bad idea,” she said, making flying gestures with her hands. I cocked my head to the side. “What’s tek E la,” I asked, again annoyed that I didn’t understand. “It’s an alcoholic drink, it makes you relax and mellow out,” she explained. A drug? That they serve people so casually? What is this place?

“I think you are making shit up.” “It’s a fruit.” Willow rolled her eyes at him. “However, it’s typically used as a veggie. Maybe we need to get you to open your palate some.” “How did everyone do?” Jo ignored their banter. “Anyone get all of them right?” “I got six right.” Isabelle held up her paper. “I got six.” Alpha Jackson held up his paper, too. “But give her the prize. I already won.” “You say that…” Jo walked to where she pulled out the diapers and grabbed another bottle. “…this is a Clase Azul Ultra Tequila that is worth around $2,000 ish dollars. Enjoy.” Jo handed it to Isabelle.

We got to the bar and ordered our drinks. “Let’s have shots,” I suggested. Mila agreed, and we ordered Tequila. It was my weakness. As soon as I started, I knew I wouldn’t stop, but I was already tipsy, and I wanted to get drunk with Mila. After we took our first shot, I pressed my lips against Mila’s ear. “This makes me so horny for you,” I whispered. Mila giggled and leaned against me. I put my arm around her. We weren’t being very careful, but I was sure with the crowds Jerrod wouldn’t be able to see us.

“No. Neither of you will be having tequila, You impazzire when you drink tequila.” Diana gaped, “We do not go crazy when we drink tequila!” “Do too.” “Do not!” “Let’s just drink the fizzy water for now,” Anateya cut in, bringing the flute to her lips, and downing half the content. “Can we at least dance?” Lafel nodded, his shoulders stiff as they stepped off the platform, dancing together while staying in his line of sight. They moved close to each other so they could talk without looking suspicious.

The server brings liquors out to all of us. “Have you tried this before?” Teddy takes a small box from the dish, opening it to see small delicate lilac petals. He takes one as Mila opens her mouth and he pops one onto her tongue. Her cheeks flush, her eyes going slack the second the petal dissolves. “What is it?” Aurora sounds intrigued, but I know she is doing her best to play along. “Night Shade,” Teddy supplies as she nods, watching Mila who appears in a blessed out state.

as the story spilled out. When I finally ran out of breath, she stood, walked to the kitchen, and returned with a glass of something golden that burned and warmed all at once. “Tequila,” she said simply. “For emergencies, heartbreaks, and billionaire bastards who think they own the universe and everyone in it.” I took the glass without speaking, gulped half of it in one go, and coughed violently but it didn’t stop the fire in my chest from burning anyway. “I feel like a joke,” I whispered, fingers clenched tight around the glass like it could anchor me to something that made sense in this spinning, cruel world.

"Alright, enough moping. We’re doing tequila photographs. It’s time to numb the ache, at least for tonight." I raised an eyebrow. "Tequila? Really?" "Yes, tequila. You need something stronger than wine for this type of heartbreak," she stated, already heading to the bar cart Matteo had insisted we maintain stocked with every kind of alcohol imaginable. At least it'd come in reach now. I observed her reluctantly, sinking into the couch as she poured photographs of tequila. Sasha exceeded me one, elevating her glass. "To Matteo’s miserable, lonely future. May Reilly sell off him after she realizes what a dick he is."

she muttered as the man helped her into the limo. As soon as she got in, Genevieve was so mesmerized by it, she had never ridden in a limo and just the look alone of all these made her feel on top of the world. She looked at her side and saw a glass and a bottle of an expensive wine. "Help yourself Miss, your mother won't like it if I don't give you the best service she wants me to offer". The driver said and started the car.

“Still trying to convince kids not to fear needles. You? Last time we met… Milan? Or was it Capri?” Zane raised a brow. “Capri. You brought a bottle of cheap tequila and tried to pass it off as some exotic souvenir.” They both laughed. I just stared into my mojito. The ice was melting. Sugar clung to the rim of the glass. I could hear my own blood louder than the salsa still playing in the background. “And this...” Dante turned, gesturing toward me with the innocence of someone walking into traffic. “Do you know Dianna?”

His shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar. His dark hair was swept back, yet somehow still looked windblown, as though he'd just stepped out of a convertible after driving along the French Riviera. "Mr. Torrens, how are you?" Amer Len's French accent flowed smoothly through the speakers. "Please, call me Albert. I'm doing well. And you?" "Very well. Very well indeed. I'm looking forward to celebrating our deal tonight with some wine and perhaps a little romance with my wife." Albert's cheeks turned slightly pink.