Novel & Cerita Tequila Romance

All she could do was drink in place of an apology. "You offended Mr. Elkin. How can one glass be enough? If you're really sincere about apologizing, you should finish the whole bottle." Before Tyrone could say anything, the woman beside him spoke up. She handed Heather a bottle of Ley .925 tequila. It was known for being potent! Heather knew the woman was probably under the impression there was something between her and Tyrone, seeing as she'd asked him for help. The woman probably thought of Heather as her competitor and was picking on her.

"Then I am okay with being a bitch." Romeo held my gaze for a long moment. He didn't look at me with pity, and he certainly didn't look at me with Adrian's suffocating, holy devotion. He looked at me like he understood exactly what it meant to suffocate inside a perfect life. "You are not a bitch, Irene." He said before he reached across the small black table and grabbed a bottle of tequila. He pulled two clean shot glasses and filled them to the brim. He slid one across the glass surface toward me and picked up the other.

Yes, in his line of work, he received many gifts. “Wine with dinner,” Mia said. “I’ve had my quota of tequila for one night.” “You’re still standing,” Rei said. “That means you haven’t reached the limit.” “Vino,” I said to the waiter, “para mi esposa. Tequila para mí.”

Keith planted one more kiss to my lips, he took my hand and led me inside. I guess he felt as much chemistry as I did because he wasted no time finding us a seat in a secluded corner of the restaurant. He ordered us 2 beers and 2 shots of tequila. He brought a couple wedges of lime with him for the tequila. He sat down across from me. He handed me 1 of the tequila shots. "I might need this more than you right now." he states as we downed our shots and bit the lime.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She rambled off when talking about it and Tequila wished she shared the same excitement. Tequila watched the way the old woman’s face light up while she communicated with her daughter in rapid Arabic, Tequila felt bad more. She knew deep down that she wasn’t going ahead with marrying the sheikh, nothing can force her against her own will so maybe the sheikh should finish clowning and come out of his bubble.

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.

The tequila, the silence, the terror, and the exhaustion all culminated in this one, overwhelming moment. He shifted, letting go of the chair arms to cradle the back of my head, deepening the kiss. I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, letting the entire ridiculous night—the near-death, the spreadsheets, the forced distance—fall away. I tasted salt, lime, and that beautiful, smoky tequila, and it tasted like truth. He finally pulled back, resting his forehead against mine, his breath ragged. "I tried," he admitted, his voice a low, painful rasp. "I tried to keep the contract."

Most of the wedding guests were out on the dance floor, so the bar actually had enough space for them to come up and order drinks. “Tequila. On the rocks,” Kat replied. Go big or go home, she thought to herself. No fruity, sugary drinks tonight. Champagne and tequila were all she needed. AJ’s eyebrows raised. “Two tequilas,” he told the bartender. For a moment, Kat thought about asking him if he wanted to do it as a body shot, but she looked around the room. Most people were in tuxedos and ball gowns. Despite sounding like a lot of fun, it wasn’t time yet. She’d just have to suggest it later, when it was more appropriate.

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"