Novel & Cerita Tequila Romance

“Oh, I'm Mizza's daughter, but she's been ruling it out since I started working in my profession. You...?” “Imagine, your profession is the least of my worries. Don't get me wrong.” She offered me a shot of tequila and I drank it. I felt my throat burn and my soul leave my body for a few seconds. “Damn, you want to see me drunk?” Mikhail's eyes shone in a unique way, he seemed overjoyed at what was happening.

I looked her over, anticipating a great view, but she had her legs demurely crossed. Robin sprinkled some salt on her hand, licked it and took a drink from the bottle. You could see the surprise on her face. "Wow! That's the best tequila I've ever had. I swear it's like a single malt scotch!" "El Tesoro Anejo, it's been sitting on my shelf for the last three years. Not the best but pretty damned good." I informed her.

Even if I haven’t found mine yet. Maeve sees me and reaches over to her ‘Evans Hellions’ fridge, unlocks it and pulls out a brand-new bottle of my favorite tequila. Senor Rio Tequila Resposado. It is agave forward with subtle notes of vanilla and a little smoky spice with a hint of oak on the backend. It’s great for sipping, which is the only way I drink hard liquor, and this one is my current favorite. It’s not the most expensive, top-of-the-line tequila, but I’m not a tequila snob. Liquor doesn’t have to be expensive to taste good. I give a little smile at Maeve as she sets the bottle down on the bar with a basic liquor tumbler, no ice. I love that she knows me so well.

she sounded apologetic and nervous. Kate chuckled and Opula shot a contagious brief smile which dimmed back to a frown. “We are both saying the same thing, chef. You are so used to poverty and pressing needs that you don’t value tequila. Don’t you know tequila will steal away your sorrow?” she placed the glass close to Salsa, “Whenever you are ready you can drink up, it is yours. Why are you here, chef?” Opula sat down, legs cross as she smiled at Salsa, who seemed to be lost within her gloom.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

Who knew nothing of life, love and we lost our innocence long before we planned too. Rachel orders us Chinese and before long I'm standing in my kitchen chopping onions because she demands tortillas with our drinks. She hands me half of our tequila- no triple sec and then tops mine off with three splashes more. Rachel hates tequila and I drink because Killian isn't mine. Nicole gets that privilege now.

She just handed the soju and offered a bottle with him. "Drink" Nao drank a bottle as little taste. Meanwhile, Loki was crying and drinking. He was looking at many people dating and having fun together. "I don't want to love again. I don't want anymore" Loki complained many times and over again. Nao rubbed her back and swing his hand softly on her hair. "Don't cry, It was just part of our life" "But why?! am still betrayed?" she asked mad.

There's something about Emma that I can't get my hands on yet, she seems mysterious. I went to my office and met Tony sitting on the couch drinking. "Why the hell are you drinking tequila in my office?!" I asked. "Mine only had champagne and I wanted tequila so I came here" Tony replied. "Ya crazy" I said as I sat down on the couch. "Want some?" He asked as he offered me a glass. "No thanks, I'll like to remain clear-headed for the time being" I replied. "Funny, I totally want the opposite. I had a really crazy day today" he said as he drank more.

He pulled me towards the restaurant. As we wait for our order, we chatted about the movie. Tina was trying so hard to get Lance to talk, while Alfred was telling me about upcoming movies that we can watch. He told me that he will be spending the Christmas holiday in Baguio with his family. He asked me to go out again before he leaves. I accepted without hesitation. I heard Tina asking Lance about his plans for the holiday. "I'll just stay at home. I am not sure yet of my parents' plans. We might also go to my grandfather's house in the north." Tina was casually touching his arm from time to time. I looked away. I felt uncomfortable seeing other girls holding Lance's arm. I recalled Jessie

I shot Dylan a weird glance. "The fuck is this, man?" I glanced at the drink and smelled it. The drink smelled sour, and that thing you put in cooking spaghetti. "What drink is this?" Vanessa asked in a stagy voice and pushed the drink away. "Poor people will never know what it is, girls. That's tequila." Dylan rolls his eyes and gets a slice of pizza. "Tequila uses a lemon, not a Calamondin! Are you poor?" My brows furrowed and pushed the drink aside again.