Novel & Cerita I Like My Men How I Like My Coffee

I gave her the menu and she sauntered off to get it, we sat in silence for a while then I was forced to speak. “Why aren't I surprised you drink Black coffee with no sugar, we have different tastes,” I said starting a conversation about how different we are, “Not so much, you like muffins and I do too the only difference between us is your taste in coffee and your favorite color” He countered and I frowned.

she answered in a now calm voice as she smiled softly, clearly trying to smooth over my obvious iritation. My eyes slowly moved down to stare at the black liquid in my cup as my jaw dropped, how had I not thought about my actions this morning when I made myself a cup of black coffee, I hated coffee. Beau loves black coffee, Kai doesn’t even drink coffee or tea for that matter.

I watch as she pours the mix shes made onto a waffle iron and wait patiently for it to be done all while her back is turned towards me. I grab a coffee mug from the cupboard and pour the piping hot liquid from the coffee pot into it. I refuse to let the maids make my coffee, they always put sugar and other shit into it, but I like plain black coffee. It keeps you from going soft, or in other words: becoming a pussy.

maybe he his the same ,he likes his coffee black. Not wasting much time I prepared ten cups of black hot coffee and also prepared a cup of cappuccino for my self. I have been dying to drink a coffee and this delicious cup of cappuccino will do the trick. I walked in to his office with a tray of all the ten black coffee in it including mine. "Sir...your coffee is here" I said to him,handing a cup of the black coffee he took it then drank it without looking at my face his eyes glued to his laptop as I took my also about to take a sip, my mouth was already watering as the sight.

he said and I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. " I don't want to eat anything so I will have just a coffee. " I finally said. " Coffee?? But you never liked coffee. I remember Manik saying that you don't like coffee so he suggested you have a milkshake." He asked. He remembered a lot of things. " Coffee?? But you never liked coffee. I remember Manik saying that you don't like coffee so he suggested you have a milkshake." He said. I was surprised that he remembered it.

IVAN As I sipped my coffee, the bitter flavor jolted me awake. My body felt like someone had used it as a piñata at a particularly aggressive children's party. I groaned, stretching my legs under the small table in the coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of conversation in the background.

"Can I have a black coffee, please?" Despite myself, the corner of my mouth lifts. I hadn't even asked him what he wanted for that second time so that's always fun. "I can do that." I turn towards the coffee machine before he notices the ridiculous amount of colour rushing into my cheeks. My hands know exactly what they're needing to do, which is fortunate because my brain has decided to clock out for the evening. Mate. The word refuses to disappear. I hate it. Not because I don't believe in mates. Fated love. Happily ever afters or anything. Because I do.

ELIJAH Flashback “You can’t even make a simple cup of black coffee?!” I shout, tossing the cup aside as if it's worthless. She served me milk coffee, but I can't stand milk in my coffee. Rena flinches at my outburst, her features painted with terror. Instantly, my anger melts into guilt. It's not her fault; I haven't told her that I don’t like milk coffee. With a sigh, I say, “I don’t like milk in my coffee.”

Can he just let me be? “I never asked you for coffee, Justin….” I lit my gaze to his and grunted. “My pleasure to get a coffee for a goddess. Your morning will be as beautiful as you. There is no harm in sharing with co-workers.” He whispered and proceeded to his desk. I heaved a sigh and was lost for words but there was nothing wrong with accepting coffee. I loved drinking coffee and this happens to be my favourite, mocha. Adrian walked into the office and greeted everyone as usual.

The woman looks like his partner in crime, so yeah, they look alike. "I do not like sweet coffees" He stated firmly. "So you like bitter coffees?" I asked to mock me. "Yes, I do" Now, I'm the one being mocked. His answer had surprised me, but why should I even be surprised? He is a bitter guy, always furious at anyone and everyone around him. "I drink bitter coffees, do you understand Kelsie? BITTER COFFEE" He does not have to emphasize on the last two words. I didn't say anything. I stared at him in silence feeling very angry that I wished I could do something dangerous to him and make him beg me in tears.