Tequila Romance By Milagro Novels & Stories

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

"You drugged me and fooled me into your room. I know exactly what you want." Oh, honey, if only he knew the carnival of chaos that paraded through my mind on a daily basis. But I swear on my bank account that I have done no such thing. Drugging him? Oh no, I’d drug people for their money, but not for their dicks. But before I could further explore the intricate dance of sarcasm and innuendo, Dominique chimed in with a revelation. "It's the tequila, Melissa. The crew's tequila from this afternoon. It's amplifying the connection."

“Alright, ladies. A toast.” We each picked up our tequila shots. I eye mine warily, the smell already biting my throat. I was not a tequila girl; I was more of a wine girl, but for the weak I had had, tequila was in order. “To Valentine's Day and the unexpected things it has brought us,” Rhea winked at me I scowled. “Very funny.” I glared. “To promotions. I just got promoted at work…” “Hello, ladies.” A familiar voice interrupted Evelyn.

Giving her a begrudging smile, I take my drink to the table. “This is really gross,” I whisper to Owen as he slides into his seat next to me. He takes the margarita from me and takes a sip. “That is so strong. Did Quinn make this, by any chance?” “Yeah, she did.” “There’s probably three shots of tequila in that.” “No,” I silently exclaim and then laugh. “I already had a glass of sangria and I just gulped most of this down!” “You’re gonna be drunk,” he teases.

“Love, unfortunately, we do not drink wine here. We do what we call, adult drinks. But since you might not be used to the harsher ones. We will start you off with Mimosas…they are sweet and they would still do the trick.” I accepted her offer, not giving it too much of a thought. The name itself sounded rich and nice enough for me to go with it. She orders two Mimosas and a gin tonic with tequila shorts. I wanted to speak up but didn’t want to intrude since she was paying for all of them.

Perhaps what Liam has been doing was actually honoring our deal, and if that was true, working with him for the next six months didn’t necessarily have to end up in disaster. - Right. Given the fact that I did not know what else I could say, I turned myself back to face my half-eaten plate and joined back the conversation that Susie and Roger had been holding on their own for the past minute or so. Liam did the same. The mini-Margaritas arrived and the possibility of unveiling the mystery around them was finally palpable. But before we could taste those heavenly treats, there was an animated discussion on how we should be drinking them. Either in a mixed round of “Never Have I Ever”, “Truth

We had dinner at a plush restaurant in Makati where a long table was reserved for our group. Kristine had changed into a very nice black, tight-fitting dress and now wearing flats. She welcomed us and went around the small group. We had our pictures taken then we sat down to the prepared menu. Leo, the congenial hairstylist was trying to convince Lance to model for him. I was sitting beside Lance and giggling at how Leo comically begs Lance. They also teased us as Lance kept giving me food and drinks. The group was jolly and feeling victorious, as Kristine proudly went around showing off her sash, her tiara, and trophy displayed at the center of the table.

FAYE "TO COLLEGE," Mira said, lifting her shot glass filled with chilled Patron high in the air. "May it remember us fondly as it kisses our sweet asses goodbye!" "Cheers!" I yelled in unison with the table as we clinked our glasses together before tapping them on the table and throwing them back. I hissed as the tequila stung my nose and throat, quickly reaching for a lime and sucking it dry. "Shit, that burns," Mira laughed, her blue eyes watering.

Every time his bare arm brushed against mine, a shock of dirty, possessive energy passed between us. We stopped near the supply tables to grab glasses of cheap whiskey. My chest was light, the alcohol burning down my throat. But the moment passed instantly when I saw Mirella Santoro strutting toward us, flanked by her new enforcer boyfriend. Mirella filled a plastic cup to the brim with dark liquor, her dark eyes locked on mine with pure venom. I stared right back, refusing to look away first. She took a long drag from her cup, then turned her cold glare onto Rocco. "I see you finally ran out of class options and dropped down to the trash from the Flats."

Someone in the crowd removed the woolen cap he had on his head and he saw long and straight, raven dark hair spilled out of the cap, cascading down, almost to his waist "It's a girl!?' He didn't know he spoke his thoughts out too loudly, making a boy beside him answer loudly and laughed at the shocked look on his face "Hell yeah, she is! Corazon is crazy, that one!" "Corazon?" He repeated the name to himself. "Yeah, she's crazy alright... And very beautiful too" He said the last part of the sentence inside his heart