Tequila Romance By Milagro Novels & Stories

I noticed Alexis make a squeaky sound. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mila." He offered a hand, which I took and shook. "Same here, Nathan" He nodded, and removed his hand from mine. "So Mila, welcome to my Karaoke club. I will make sure you have lots of fun tonight! Of course, when Nathan is around, everywhere becomes Jiggy!" He winked, and I couldn't help but smile. "Well, you have a beautiful place here" I complimented. "Thank you, Bellissima! I have many more places like this, here in New York and some In other states." He replied in a strong Italian accent.

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

She placed the glasses and a bottle of Moscato and a bottle of Cuervo Gold on the table. “I wasn’t sure whether we were celebrating or drinking away our feelings so… I came prepared for either.” She then held up a bottle of Margarita mix and quirked one of her dark winged brows at Dani questioningly. “Let’s start with the wine and see what develops,” Dani answered. Maggie’s mouth made an “O” of surprise but she put the Margarita mix in the fridge and the tequila in the freezer. After they had their glasses in hand and Maggie had brought cheese and crackers out of her apparently bottomless pink bag, she could hold out no longer.

He said the last words, making flirting eye contact with me before turning away. “Bottoms up?” Valerie called, raising her glass and staring at me. “Bottoms up.” Our glasses clinked and we gulped down the contents of our glasses. My eyebrows furrowed as I squinted my eyes and scrunched my nose the moment the liquor burnt my throat. Funny enough, I liked the sensation of it burning my throat. Tequila was always my go to, our go to whenever we wanted to get freaky and let loose. We tooks several shots more and I was starting to get in my feelings. I tried so hard to stop myself from really letting go but the moment the Beyonce's 'Beautiful liar' featuring Shakira came blaring through the speak

She waggled her brows at me. "Fucking margaritas," I groaned. "I don't know why I let you talk me into that third round. I have no idea what I said after that much tequila. I probably would've claimed that I had it bad for anyone at that point." "Tequila is like truth serum. Or maybe it's more like an aphrodisiac, where the more you have, the hornier you get." She dropped her head back. "I'll admit that I was all revved up on Friday night, too. After three margaritas and all the talk about how Deacon's eyes burned, or his broad chest, or his long, muscled legs . . . I was so turned on. Lucky I didn't meet any man on my way home."

Rio and I went straight to the counter and I ordered my favourite tequila cocktail 'Margarita' which was a mixture of blanco tequila , lime juice and orange liqueur while Rio ordered his fave ' Paloma' " So do you want to start talking about what Mitchell said? " He asked and I remembered just how much of a mess I was in . " It's nothing much. She only suspects . I think someone must have told her that I'm hanging out with Kylie very often ." I replied and then took a shot of the cocktail " I ain't even worried about her . I'm just worried about my parents and what they'll do If they find out. " I added . Things seems to be normal now with Kylie and I didn't want anything that was going to r

I smoothed my gown with my hand as I sat on the chair. “What do you care for?” He asked. What do I care for? Do they sell what I care for? If this was my local bar downtown I would have ordered a whiskey shot of Jack Daniel's and a box of pizza and after which I usually buy a hot spicy pot of pork soup. I had to think fast, I'm supposed to act rich. “I'll like some Tequila Ley .925.” I've never drank that drink before. I read about it in a billionaire romance book. It must be expensive; I hope that's enough to make him actually believe I'm from a rich and stable family.

You’ll eat all of those confident words by the end of the summer. They arrived at the desk. Selena, one of his many servers, prepared two glasses of champagne, as usual. She was accustomed to his brother and his games and understood they enjoyed wining and dining their women before honing in to close the deal. “Is this a full bar?” Mia strolled over. Gold lace trailed behind her. She waved at Selena and asked, “Would it be okay if I had a shot of tequila instead?” Tequila? Really? That was not romantic at all.

Her reflection glared back: tousled hair, bite-reddened lips, eyes blazing. “You’re better than this, Lola. Think. Plan. And escape.” But her traitorous gaze dropped to the love bite blooming on her collarbone. Ramón’s mouth had been there, hot and tempting, while his hands… “Dios, I need a drink,” she groaned, reaching for the Volcan brand tequila bottle Eliza had gifted her as a reminder of her home. She took a swig, the burn that came with it sharp and clarifying. _____

Instead, I leaned my head back against the chair and massaged the bridge of my nose, trying to ease the tension building there. “Eloise. I see,” Rafael muttered, his tone knowing. After a moment, he slid a glass of tequila across the desk toward me. “Love sucks, man. Look at what it’s doing to us. It’s barely noon, and here we are—drowning in heartbreak and tequila.” I took the glass from him without a word and downed it in one go. The burn was sharp, but it didn’t numb the storm in my chest. I took the glass from him without a word and downed it in one go. The burn was sharp, but it didn’t numb the storm in my chest.