Hot Coffee Novels & Stories

”Is this coffee for me? Mara smiled hearing my question before she nodded. “Yes, it's a cup of coffee, made just for you.” She said, as she placed the hot coffee on the table.

I took it and our hands touched for one slight second, but enough for me to notice a tingling warm feeling where our fingers found each other. “Thank you.” I muttered. I took a sip of the hot steaming cup. It had the warm welcoming scent I smelled when I approached the kitchen, but it tasted very bitter. “What is this?” I said as my nose wrinkled in distaste. “Coffee.” He said, holding up a second cup. “It wakes you up in the early mornings.” He grinned. “If you don’t like the bitter taste, you can add milk and sugar to it, I personally prefer it black.”

]- “Tell Maddox that I love him too.” -[“I will.”]- After wrapping up the call, a sudden awareness sweeps over me, like a cool breeze that unsettles the stillness. My gaze settles upon the half-empty cup of coffee perched beside my laptop. The liquid's warmth long faded. I frown, a sudden unease gripping me. A cup of coffee is a fragment of my routine, a prop in my decisions and responsibilities as a CEO and an Alpha. But now, it seems like a riddle, a forgotten piece of a puzzle I couldn't quite place. My fingers curl around the ceramic handle, the touch cool against my skin. The aroma of the coffee still lingers in the air like a siren's call that tugs at my senses. The liquid inside is a

" Yes Sir! It was exactly this type of coffee you've told me to bring for you. A cold tasteless coffee with a small amount of sugar. "Damn it! Hudson hit his table in annoyance as he stood up and walked towards her. "Why are you finding it so hard to make corrections?" Why are you even so stubborn? I told you to give me a hot coffee but you went ahead to give me a cold one in this cold weather?

Right now, my secretary was taking the full heat. “Elena—wait, no. Sarah.” I corrected myself, my voice clipped. “Get me my usual coffee. Black. Single-origin Ethiopian. No sugar. Exactly 180 degrees Fahrenheit. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Sarah, my current secretary, nodded quickly and scurried out. Twenty minutes later she returned with my coffee cup in hand and a tentative smile I took one sip and slammed the cup down so hard the glass wall behind my desk rattled. Scalding coffee exploded across the pristine surface, dark streaks running in tiny rivulets on my table.

As if the tall guy can hear my thoughts, he turned around and I saw that we were already in front of the fountain and he was asking me a question, his fingers still firmly placed on my wrist. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, that was some real hot coffee.” And it clicked, to be really honest, it had clicked way back when he spilled his coffee cup on my shoulder but it was as if my head was denying the resemblance. It was him. He came. But that didn't mean he got to spill his hot coffee all over me. Not like this. Did he know that the Styrofoam cup acts as a thermodynamic insulator and keeps the heat intact? Did he? The fact that thi

“It needs to be exactly 180 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s exactly how Mr. Cross likes it.” My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the thermometer. I dipped it into the coffee, watching the digital display. 187 degrees. Too hot. “We have to wait,” Marie said. “Just a minute or two for it to cool down.” I watched the numbers tick down, each second feeling like torture. 185… 183… 182… 181. “There!” I said, my voice coming out too loud. “It’s 181!” “Perfect,” Marie said, handing me a clean white cup—different from the one the espresso had brewed into. “Pour it in here. This is Mr. Cross’s preferred cup for his morning coffee. The coffee will be 180 degrees Fahrenheit when poured.”

He said few minutes after scanning the paper his voice curt and almost dismissive. “Get me a hot caramel latte, whole milk, extra sweet, four pumps of vanilla and two pumps of caramel brewed to exactly 140 degrees. Serve it in a ceramic mug not paper.” He said in one breathe and I stared at him surprised I thought he would ask for black coffee or something now he wants this super sweet coffee. I nodded as I walked to the breakroom, my legs feeling heavy. I made the coffee, using the thermometer Sarah had left on the counter for me. I made sure to make it exactly how he ordered it as I didn’t want to do it again.

“Get miss Carrie a cup of coffee. Make it special.” Another cup was placed in front of her accord to Jade's orders. Carrie sit it out the moment she took the first sip. “Oh my gosh!” She breathed. Jade looked at Xavier whose eyes were on herbut she only shrugged at him. “What's wrong?” He asked when Carrie grabbed another napkin. “This coffee is too spicy! Who puts chilly in coffee!?” She angrily growled. “Who was the asshole that made this cup of coffee!?” Carrie stood up. Xavier poured her a glass of milk.

CHAPTER 174 Nicholas and Noel sat in a coffee shop called Fast Coffee. It was a kind of mid-to-high-end shop, which served coffee as their main menu. The two men sat across from each other. Accompanied by a hot americano and macchiatto, Nicholas and Noel sat down to rest their minds.