In the glittering world of Hollywood, where ambitions collide and secrets linger, Imogen Howard, CEO of a rising cosmetics company, finds herself entangled in a dance with her past. The sudden reappearance of her ex-lover, Ernesto Iglesias, throws her carefully crafted life into disarray.
As Imogen strives to establish her company in the heart of the entertainment industry, old wounds resurface, and the echoes of a betrayal that shattered her trust reverberate. Forced into unexpected proximity, they navigate a landscape of corporate intrigue, unspoken desires, and the lingering ghosts of their shared history.
Caught between the allure of success and the vulnerability of opening old wounds, Imogen and Ernesto confront their past, unravelling a tale of love, ambition, and the delicate balance between forgiveness and self-preservation. In a city where every step is a dance and every glance hides a secret, "Irish Whiskey" explores whether some wounds can truly heal or if the past will forever cast shadows on the present.
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She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape.
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He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)