Caleb Coffee Bulge Novels & Stories

He welcomed the solitude, earbuds in with a mellow playlist, focusing on latte art to clear his head. The bell jingled around 10:30. Ethan looked up from foaming oat milk. Caleb. He stood at the counter, hands in pockets, expression hesitant. No gym bag or backpack just him, in a simple black hoodie and jeans, hair slightly tousled like he'd walked fast. Ethan's stomach flipped. He pulled out one earbud. "What can I get you?" Caleb stepped closer, eyes scanning the menu board though Ethan suspected he already knew. "Large black coffee. Room for cream."

I needed a little time to clear my head about what happened at the office before going home. “What can I get you?” the lovely barista asked. “Uhh, a cup of iced americano and a strawberry cupcake.” I smiled back at her. “Oh..Kay, your order will be ready in five.” “Alright, thanks.” I brought out my phone for the first time since this morning. Caleb had sent a message, and my face dropped as I read through it. He would be coming home late today. Just like me, Caleb also graduated with good results from Stanford University. Majoring in law and is currently working at one of the largest law firms in New York. Over the years our lives had been so perfect.

I watched them disappear up the stairs before turning back to Caleb. “So, what have you been up to?” I asked, loosening my tie and sinking onto the couch. Caleb stretched, reaching for his wine glass. “Oh, nothing. Just easing back into business.” My eyes landed on the half-empty bottle of my Henri Jayer Richebourg. The same one I had warned him not to touch. I shot him a glare. “You owe me a new bottle.” He grinned. “I will put it on my tab.” I studied him. His beard was fuller, his hair slightly unkempt. His fingers tapped rhythmically against his knee, an old habit of his when he was nervous.

Caleb said to him. “So remind me, why are you here, Caleb?” Joe asked. “No! You tell me what you know about me?” Caleb asked. Joe chuckled and sipped the coffee he was holding. A coffee was placed in front of Caleb while he denied its order. It was then disclosed to him that Peter had it ordered specially for him. Caleb refused to accept the drink and demanded that Peter speak to him already. “Drink that coffee first, Caleb” Joe commanded him. “I am more stubborn than you think, Peter and if you think you will lure me into handing over my shares then you are mistaken because I have made up my mind to sell it to your brother” Caleb confessed.

"Libby's going with her, so I say look out stores." Caleb cleared his throat and tried to roll his tongue back into his mouth. "That's no problem. Outside is fine." "I can offer you coffee or sweet tea," she told him. "Whichever you prefer." She was kicking his expected stereotype all to hell. "Coffee, if you don't mind." He cleared his throat again. "Please. And just black."

“I know it’s not to reminisce on you firing Brooks on my command.” There is the confirmation. And of course, Caleb Bentley, my greedy as fuck ex boss. Caleb chuckled, like he didn’t notice the shift in Stephan’s tone, or chose to ignore it. “Just wanted to touch base,” he said smoothly. “See if there might be… continued opportunities between us.” “Continued opportunity,” Stephan repeated, tilting his glass but not drinking. “You mean more money.”

The kitchen smelled like burnt toast and strong coffee when I finally made my way downstairs. My hair was still damp from the shower, and I’d thrown on the first thing I could find—black compression leggings and an oversized team hoodie that swallowed me whole. I needed caffeine. I needed something normal before the Wolves arrived and the arena turned into a battlefield. I wasn’t expecting him to be there. Caleb stood at the counter, back to me, pouring coffee into a mug. He wore gray sweatpants and nothing else. The early morning light cut across the hard lines of his shoulders and the tattoo that ran down his spine. Every muscle was still tense, like he hadn’t slept either.

Three days isn't enough time for her to get someone to copy Derek's face! I calmly sipped my tea. "Caleb had to fly to Naveryork for a meeting yesterday. He'll rush over here as soon as he lands." Mom's eyes lit up instantly when she heard that. "He sounds busy. What does he do?" Caleb had always kept a low profile, so aside from the few companies under his name, I honestly didn't know much about what he did. "He just works at his own company." They exchanged a smirk upon hearing that. "The Ingram family… Never heard of them. Could it be that you didn't even have the time to come up with a proper background?"

Even standing in a room that felt like a meat locker, he radiated the terrifying, gravitational pull of an apex predator. Caleb, his habitually stoic Beta, stood rigidly across from him. Caleb’s usually composed face was pale, his jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack. In his gloved hands, he was gripping a stack of physical paper printouts. The sight of analog paper in Caleb’s hands was the most alarming red flag of all—it meant the internal digital comms had already completely crashed.

His brows slowly pulled together as he read further down the page. His lips tightened. The faint amusement that had been lingering in his eyes completely vanished. His face twisted with visible disdain as his eyes moved across the document. He reached the bottom of the page. Then he saw the signature and the stamp beneath it. Caleb froze. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked at Briggs again. “You rich people,” Caleb muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. “Always feeling untouchable.” His eyes moved from Briggs to Sarah. Neither Sarah nor Briggs responded.