I Like My Men How I Like My Coffee Novels & Stories

“Strong, with two sugars and a lot of milk.” “Wow, really? That’s exactly how I like my coffee too.” Jay said with glee, and MJ cringed. “See, our names rhyme and we take our coffee alike; we are definitely meant to be friends!” How lovely, I bet now that you also take your coffee the same way as Logan Parker, you are meant to be friends too? MJ thought sarcastically. “You know, we should go out for lunch sometime.” “Sure, that would be great.” She lied.

Even though he was not my boyfriend, and he wouldn't be my husband. I knew that I had to learn it all to be able to please him. Seeing my eagerness to brew the coffee, as I stood close to the brewing coffee maker, Madonna smiled and said, "Master Richard likes Robusta. A stronger and more bitter coffee. He also likes Espresso too. As he likes it more concentrated." "I see," I replied to Madonna with a smile. "Don't worry. I can brew that. My dad likes Espresso too. It's one of my favorites, only that I like adding steamed milk to my own," I said, smiling at Madonna, and she asked me, "So you can make coffee?"

Not every man had them so fine like that. “Perfect. How did you know how I like my coffee?” Martin’s question brought back her attention and she immediately glanced at the cup on the tray, realizing it was black coffee, which only meant, “That is mine. I forgot to ask if you wanted cream or sugar,” she pursed her lips and said, her face heated. Martin’s hair was damp and he was smelling so good. Naturally, men liked their coffee black so it was surprising that Martin would want his with cream and sugar.

I had a thoroughly convinced myself that the only reason why I asked about this was just out of pure curiosity a relationship will have a big impact on her life and so naturally I would want to know if she was in one or not this was the same mantra I've been repeating to myself all day and as much as I wanted to convince that it wouldn't bother me whichever status she was whenever I close my eyes and I pictured her walking hand-in-hand with another man smiling from ear-to-ear I wanted to break something or punch a wall. "Your coffee is here," my second in command called-out to me after the waitress had already delivered both of our orders, and he made an effort to mask his obvious displeasur

"I can tell you everything about me if you let me, Isla." "Not interested." I said bluntly. "So,what can I do for you, Mr. Coffee Man?" The laughter that rumbled through his chest was satisfying. "Mr. Coffee Man, huh?" He blurted,a remnant of his laughter still on his lips. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" I rolled my eyes. "What. Do. You. Want." I let out slowly and his smile faded. "Can't we just sit and... chat?"

She'll definitely like this one too. After we finished eating, Alex asked for some coffee while I ordered tea. Coffe was never my preferred drink. Black coffee is too strong for me, while Latte and cappuccino left a bitter after taste. I still don't understand how Maya can drink it happily and with no sugar at that.

Go Jeoff, let’s see what’s the effect of that sex stimulant. “What’s yours?” “Milk” then he put his mug down and get mine. “I don’t drink coffee.” Wow, avoiding caffeine. “But, that’s mine Jeoff.” “Your brother like it right? And I guess you like it too.” Does he caught me trying to make him as a tester? I just get it. “Get out.” While he take a sip on my milk. “Don’t you want to hear a friendly advice Jeoff? “ “From you? Why would I?”

Being with this man is wonderful, our coexistence is good. Of course, there are some details. For example, I can tell you that I don't like the way he drinks his coffee in the mornings. I mean, I don't like that he doesn't put effort into a unique style of coffee. Ok, I'll try to explain it better. It doesn't matter how it comes, hot or cold. As long as it's in the morning, it's all good for him. Com'n! I don't like cold coffee. Who likes cold coffee?

I BECAME A GAY BECAUSE WOMEN ARE SCUM. “ I have heard of stories how a man will love a woman and do everything a woman will really want a man to do for her and at the end of the day, she will end up lying to him, cheating on him, and thereafter breaking up with her.” Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you. No games. No orders. Just… you.” His brows lifted slightly, like I’d caught him off guard. He leaned back, his gaze locked on me. “You want to listen to me? To the parts that don’t belong to anyone else?” I nodded. “Yes. For once, I don’t want the monster. I want the man.” He exhaled slowly, then gave me a rare, almost reluctant smile. “Fine. I like mornings more than nights. I drink my coffee black, love the color black “ He said it so boyishly that I laughed.