Riley POV
"Ruby, coffee!" The tyrant ordered.
I wanted to spill the burning hot coffee all down his hard body, burning those ridiculously delicious abs. Then I could lick... fuck! I can’t even hate the man without wanting to fuck him. I don't believe in magic, but I swear I'm going to find anyone that claims to be a witch to de-spell me of this beast.
"You're coffee sir." I smiled sweetly to him as I set his cup down. I chose the black mug everyday just like his soul. I know, I'm pathetic.
Liam's golden caramel eyes threaded with hints of green peered at me over his mug as he took a slow sip. I could feel the tension in the air and I hated myself for staring back at him. I hate myself even more when I lick my lips, but they were dry, very, very dry.
"This is disgusting. Almost as disappointing as you. Go to the cafe in town and get me a real one." His gaze was all hatred as he spoke to me.
My jaw clenched at his request. I needed to get my real work done and I didn't have time for t
