I Like My Men How I Like My Coffee Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She said you love your coffee sweeter and creamier now. I don't think she was talking about the coffee. Tell me, is it just her coffee that you like or-” Aaron suddenly burst into laughter, making Tessa’s frown deepen. "What's funny?" Aaron sat back in his seat and shook his head, explaining, “I had stopped drinking coffee when you left because no one could make it the way you did. But I missed you so much so I started drinking coffee the way you like it. With milk and sugar. That was the only way I could feel like you were close. It kept me going. The only reason I prefer it with milk now is because that’s how you like your coffee. And just to reassure you again. I’ve never been with any o

Who was I kidding? Of course I am right. That man never changed a tiniest bit of his routine or habit for anyone, hell would be there if there was any mistake. If he can switch from that bitter black coffee to coffee latte, he might as well switch from his dark Lucifer Avatar to my sweet Romeo!

Still steaming. He picked it up and held it out to me. "I thought you might need this. You looked tired." I stared at the cup like it had personally insulted my family. "How did you know how I take my coffee?" "You told me. In recovery. You said, and I quote, 'I take my coffee like I take my men, sweet, complicated, and probably going to disappoint me.'" I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO BE ALIVE IN MY LIFE. "I did not say that."

“I want to talk about you. I need to know everything about you. For instance, I don’t even know what you like for breakfast.” There was a long silence that stretched between us. Then I drew the plate of waffles toward me and put a piece on my plate. “I love waffles with just the right amount of chocolate syrup,” I said, squeezing it onto my plate. His eyes widened in surprise. “Just the right amount, alright.” “My haters say I use too much, but they’re just haters,” I replied with a chuckle. He was smiling at me. “Also, I’m one of those fake coffee drinkers who like their coffee with an insane amount of cream and sugar,” I explained as I mixed my cup of coffee. “We just have a sweet tooth. W

I am terrified to go through it again. "Can we not talk about it?" I beg him as I weave my hands into his arms and lean on his shoulder again. "What do you want to do?" He grinned. I opened my eyes and made a face. "Let's make my favorite coffee," He raised his brows, "I thought black coffee is your favorite?" he said teasing me. I groaned and pinched him on the waist making him jerked away and chuckled. "Then, what's your favorite?" "Caramel Macchiato," I answered.

It tasted like caffeine. *****************

Placing the knife on the kitchen aisle, I climb on one of the high chairs beside it and lean forward. "Why does this surprise me?" "What? My coffee preference?" He nods handing me a mug with hot coffee. I smile, take a sip, and then surprise myself by telling him the truth "When I was young, I snuck a sip of my father's coffee thinking it was something great. The bitterness stuck with me for days and I decided to never torture myself like that again" In front of others, I pretend to drink black coffee but in reality, it always has sugar. Isa knows how to make it and when we're outside, Tobia always intervenes before it's delivered to me.

The guy's voice in the song usually gave me goosebumps but it increased when Jacob kissed me or touched me. "Yes" I hum..."this song" I smile and then sing along with the man "....If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours..." I grin and Jacob chuckles, lowering his head before he raises it again, holding my face to his.

How I wished I had the power to manipulate people, he would have his face in the toilet now. "Fine. How would you like your coffee?" I asked. "I want it with milk and a lot of sugar till it's as sweet as you are" I muttered 'pervert' under my breath and went ahead to make him his coffee. I intentionally added more sugar than normal. After all, he said he wanted it to be as sweet as I am. There was nothing as sweet as I was so I tried to make him something close to it. I made sure there was so much sugar, it was thick.

Why did I find myself unconsciously trying to please a man who told me in plain words that he didn’t like me and wanted nothing to do with me? I tried to do the things he liked and thanks to our mate bond that ensured we always found ourselves running into each other more often than not, I had picked up on a few of his habits. He came into our café the other day and I noticed he didn’t really enjoy hot coffee and he used only one sugar in his coffee. From then on, I found myself drinking lukewarm and bitter coffee. He liked Selene and wanted to please her so I found myself liking Selene and also trying to do the things she liked.