Caleb Coffee Bulge Novels & Stories

She hadn't cried in a long time. Aside from the involuntary ones that came during certain moments in bed. She was moved. Deeply moved. Caleb didn't know where else to go, so he went back to his own company. "Dad, I'm staying in your lounge for a while." "Huh?" Janet was also there and casually handed him a cup of coffee. "Got kicked out of the house?" Caleb took a sip and frowned at the bitterness. It was an espresso. "What's this? Are you really my mom?"

Caleb and Rowland burst into laughter as they continued jabbing at each other, thank goodness I was able to start up something else, and they didn't bombard me with questions even though I could see it in Caleb's eyes. "I think I will go for raspberry cake and vanilla ice cream, what will you guys take?" "Coffee ice cream" Caleb and Rowland chorused together. "The fuck?" I asked, raising my head as my brows furrowed, looking at them. "Who takes coffee ice cream?" I asked again. "Well I need the caffeine, I will be heading back to the workshop from here and I don't know what Caleb got on his schedule" Rowland replied. "Ohh, I would like to see the workshop one of these days, invite me would y

Everleigh asked happily, "Alright! Brielle, I will listen to you." Brielle had just written a few words about the plan report when the inside line rang. She picked it up. "Pack me a cup of coffee." Edward's voice sounded. Brielle frowned, "Let others do it! I'm busy now!" He replied, "You dare not listen to me on the first day? Brielle, you are incompetent." "Okay, what kind of coffee would you like to drink?" She asked Everleigh to pack it up. Edward appointed a coffee shop. Ten minutes later, Everleigh called her, "Brielle, a cup of coffee is more than 380 dollars."

"You look like you’ve been charming people for three hours straight and haven’t blinked once." I hesitated, then took the bottle from him. The cold against my palm felt like heaven. "That sounds accurate." "Figured you could use the sugar rush," he said. "I’m Caleb. Caleb Maddox." My brain caught up. The name was familiar. Dana had mentioned him. He was one of the primary sponsors of the FutureBloom project. Venture capitalist. Invested in eco-conscious fashion and sustainability startups. Big deal. Like, Forbes cover kind of deal.

“Tell me. I can handle it.” He took a deep breath, a subtle exhale that seemed to release a fraction of the calm he radiated. “Your precious Alex… he once foiled a weapons deal. A lucrative one. One that would have made me untouchable in the underworld.” He let the words sink in, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So I’m returning the favor.” I swallowed, keeping my face neutral, but my mind raced. “Returning the favor,” I echoed. “Meaning…?” Caleb’s lips curved into a thin, cold smile. “Meaning you and your children are the collateral for debts your husband never paid.”

Finding solid proof from that old crash would be nearly impossible, but if they acted now, new traces might appear. ‘Pull up the weed, and the dirt will always come with it,’ she thought, … Later that night, Caleb sat alone at home, his chest tight with frustration. He pulled out his phone and called Bruce. "Want to grab a drink?" "Sure thing." Bruce was in the middle of a game but agreed without hesitation. "Should I call the others too?" By "the others," he meant their old group of friends who usually joined them for late-night drinks. Caleb frowned. "Just you."

“Fair point.” I moved toward the counter, scanning the room automatically. No immediate threats. No unusual movement. Just… calm. An unfamiliar feeling here. “You always this serious?” he asked, watching me. “Only when I’m awake,” I replied. That earned another laugh. Caleb stood, grabbing another cup and pouring coffee. “You drink?” “Yes.” “Strong?” “Yes.” “Good.” He handed me the cup. “Then we’ll get along just fine.” I hesitated for half a second before accepting it.

To my left, Caleb was lazily tracing the rim of his porcelain coffee cup with a slow, amused smirk, while Asher occupied the space directly across from me, his massive tattooed forearms resting heavily on the wood as he devoured a plate of steak and eggs. "You're remarkably quiet this morning, Chief Financial Officer," Caleb purred, his brilliant eyes shifting to map the subtle, faint shadow of a bite mark he had left on my collarbone just hours ago. "Are you still processing the fact that you are officially the most dangerous accountant in the corporate sector?"

"I came to buy the ashes. Morgan Industries is dead, Caleb. You’re just the last one to get the memo." Caleb let out a short, dry bark of a laugh. "Buy the ashes? With what? That 'conservative' capital you’ve been hoarding while I was actually building an empire?" He finally looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with the kind of exhaustion that breaks men. "You’ve been waiting for this for ten years. Does it feel as good as you thought it would? Or does it just taste like someone else's failure?"

Jake had used up the last batch entertaining his idiot friends. Of course it was Jake. I should've snapped his neck and used his skull as a mug. Terrible start to the day. "There's a small café not far from our meeting spot. They make a great espresso. Different flavor profile, you might like it." On the drive to a business meeting, Caleb offered a solution. Then he added, casually, "That's where Elena Campbell works." "Drive there." If she was there, Caleb wouldn't need to send people to her apartment.