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

Heat flares between us. "Chloe—" "Isn't awake." I cut her off. "Answer the question." She swallows hard. "Yes." "Pity. I wanted everyone to see." Her breath hitches. She's not scared. She's turned on. Fuck me. "Coffee?" I manage. "Please." I turn to the espresso machine. Black. She takes it black. I noticed months ago. Most girls her age dump sugar and cream into everything. Not Maya. She likes it bitter.

God, I love coffee! “Heya!” Jay announced his arrival at my doorstep and I realized he always waits there until I acknowledge him. I glanced towards him to see he is in his casual clothes which made me wonder about his plans for today. “Hi idiot,” I replied and he smiled listening to the name I have given him since day one. He sat in front of me taking a sip from my coffee. “How the hell you drink this with milk!” He made a face like it was poison but that’s okay. I belong to that 10% of coffee lovers who like their coffee with a little milk and sugar.

I cackled as silly memories crawled up to my brain. I can't take the rest of the coffee, I don't like sugar or cream in my coffee. I just wanted to punish her and it worked. I'm glad I was able to frustrate her today even though it’s not as satisfying as I hoped……

I feel this is my mind imitating is voice and I say. "Jayden, you don't know, I like you. I like you so much, and cannot tell you, you're more handsome than this ugly duckling, me. And also, now, I got to know your family status is as this, you're not for Me." My face twitched. "I will pray for so much money next time I come to the world so, you can like me." I say, some small romance imagination starts to feel my heart. How would it be, me and him, in a picnic, and I will feed him with my bare hands.

39 I drink coffee until it makes my heart beat too fast. The refills are free and the waitress doesn’t talk to me like I’m a kid. This is why I stay, I guess. The way it feels like I’m okay to be here. The way it feels safe. The seats around me fill up with singles and duos. Laptops and notebooks. Actual books, too. I don’t have anything to occupy my hands or my eyes except the cup in front of me. I test out white sugar versus brown sugar. Sweetener. Sweetener and white sugar. Sweetener and brown. Cup by cup. I don’t look at the people around me. Something about them seems too real. The things they’re frowning at, mouthing at, even as they sit alone and type stuff or write stuff or make thei

"How are you?" "Excellent, and you?" I blatantly lied. "Well, well", he responded calmly. "Listen, Minnie, I'd like to ask you something." "Sure, go ahead," I replied immediately. "Would you like to go out with me today? Grab a bite to eat?" He sounded somewhat nervous. "A coffee?" I finished his suggestion. "No, I don't like coffee," I laughed, imagining his disgusted face at the mention of coffee. Unlike his older brother and his mother, he was repulsed by coffee.

,Neegan said seeping his coffee . He liked his coffee black . He was acery weird man ,he ate the same thing fir breakfast every single day and sometimes she wondered if he eer got tired of it . She remembered asking him why and he just shrugged his shoulders and said he liked it and was already used to it he didn't see the point of trying knew things if he already found something he liked . "What do you think you'll be doing a year from now ?",Anna asked him. "I don't really worry myself with things like those . Am not a very much liked man you see so I always make sure I live in the moment because you never know what my enemies are brewing up for me ",he said and pulled her closer to him an

It was the only food I would eat for three solid years. Zander takes me into the restaurant. The waitress comes, and I'm instantly given a mug of coffee. It's my first time drinking coffee in public. I'm not sure how they know, but this drink is a coming-of-age ritual, at least for my parents. I sip it. It's awful. I add chocolate, and it's worthy.

But I swallowed my pride, pasted a fake smile on my face, and nodded, not wanting to show my frustration. As I turned to leave, Eden's voice echoed in the room, stopping me in my tracks. "Wait," he said, his voice calm yet authoritative. "I like my coffee black, no sugar. And make sure it's hot." His words hung in the air, a reminder of the power dynamics at play. I nodded again, the fake smile still plastered on my face. "Sure, Eden. One hot, black coffee, no sugar, coming right up," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.