Tequila Romance Novels & Stories

Maybe she had taken it with her when she left and maybe I was never getting it back. "Come on Ren, you are killing the mood." Rylan pulled me down into my seat, his hand was firm on my shoulder and his voice was light but his eyes were watching me in that way he had when he was cataloging information for later. "Try this vanilla flavoured tequila. It will set you right." I stopped moving. I stopped breathing and I turned my head slowly toward him because I had heard him wrong. I must have heard him wrong because there was no way he had just said what I thought he said.

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

My smile died when I heard his question. "I'm married." I sighed as I showed him my wedding ring. "Ohh... but why aren't you sounded happy?" "Because we're actually getting a divorce." "Oops! I'm sorry to hear that, I didn't know----" "It's okay, it was just a fake marriage anyway." and I shot the tequila straight without tasting salt or biting a piece of lime. "Ahhg! Why does tequila tastes bitter yet sweet, forgodsake! It's my fourth shots already but it still gives a burning sensation in my throat!"

I slurred, squinting at him. He slid a drink toward me and added something to it. “Here, take this. It'll help. Afterwards, just head to room 119. You'll enjoy it, trust me.” I reached for the drink, ready to down it, when someone grabbed it out of my hand. “What the hell?” I turned to see a man sitting next to me, holding a glass of wine. His eyes were a striking blue, and he had this strong, chiselled look about him—like something out of a dream.

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. Then, without breaking eye contact, the mysterious stranger smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast. Lexi felt her cheeks flush as she smiled back, feeling a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between them like a live wire. As the night wore on, Lexi found herself drawn to the stranger again and again, their conversations flowing easily as they talked about art, music, and life. She learned that his name was Julian Blackwood, and that he was the host of the gala, as well as a renowned art collector.

Tessa and Kay each grab three and we say cheers to the first one before downing all three. "I loved that!" I smile as I hold up the empty glass. "It has tequila and berries in it," Tessa smiles at me and I smile even wider. "You know me so well," I say and Kay rolls her eyes. "Please girl," Kay says and waves a bartender down, "she would like a glass of your finest tequila, pronto." The bartender goes back to the wall of drinks and grabs a large clear bottle.

" *********** Plane rides. I love them, especially when they include my girl and my favorite drink, tequila. I lean back into my seat after taking a sip of my well- deserved/ much-needed tequila drink. My inner self jumps up and down in excitement, looking forward to several days of fun in Cabo —spending time with friends, drinking tequila, and fucking the shit out of my wife, of course. I glance to my side and find the love of my life reading a book, most likely another erotic work. I place my hand on her knee, and she rests her hand on mine. Oh, her touch. Desire bolts straight to my crotch. Thank God she's wearing a dress. I inch my calloused hand up the smooth surface of her thigh and un

Romeo explained "I see! Anyways just to inform you, she is in the same class as I am. Also, she is single" "Really!?" He asked looking at her in disbelief "Of course, I am sure" Elena was about to add to her statement, when she was interrupted by a guy. "Excuse me ma'am" She looked up at the man. The tequilas she had taken were begining to take effect on her that she couldn't recognize the face nor the voice. It was so strong that it created this feeling of happiness for her. "May I have the honour of dancing with you?" He asked. Elena wasn't in her right state of mind and so agreed.