John Mulaney One Black Coffee Novels & Stories

MJ groaned and answered the call, “Yes?” “I’m still waiting for my coffee, Miss Smith. I like my coffee strong, with two sugars and a lot of milk.” Logan said and hung up on her. MJ groaned and slammed the phone on the desk, and prayed to all the gods she could think of, that the bloody thing was broken.

The harmonious combination of the black coffee and milk brought forth a wonderful new taste to Daniel’s palate. This is good! Daniel took another sip and brought his cup to the lone table in the middle of the brightly lit pantry. He pulled out a backless black stool and sat with his back to the entrance, determined to enjoy this newfound pleasure. But lady luck was not on his side that particular day for just as he was about to take another sip of the wonderful coffee, two of his staff walked in and polluted his ears with non stop chattering. No one noticed the CEO sitting alone in the pantry though, how could they? Daniel Winters had never been seen in the pantry before. So they ignored the

He says. "To get food?" I ask, confused. "Si, now let's go." He answers. "Okay." I say and continue walking towards the food court. Fifteen minutes later, Vincenzo and I were sitting at a table in the court, waiting for the girls. I got a starbucks refresher and donuts, Vincenzo didn't get anything but demanded he paid. I sip on my drink and scoll through my phone, waiting for time to pass. I look up from my phone to see Vincenzo staring at me, "What?" I question in a soft voice.

“Programmed it for nine. I didn’t want to waste a second of the morning fumbling with it.” Of course he did. Ethan Blackwell, master of efficiency, even in my chaotic world. The coffee was, predictably, terrible from my ancient machine, but we drank it sitting cross-legged on my bed, our knees touching. He looked utterly ridiculous, a billionaire financier shirtless in my paint-splattered bed, drinking bad coffee from a chipped mug that said ‘World’s Okayest Artist’. He caught me smiling. “What?” “Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just… this. It’s nice.”

I know haha i tell him to knock it with the splenda all the time Kat 10:25 AM: Like i tell him, coffee is made to be drank in its pure form! Only black! Tony 10:25 AM: YOU TOO?! I FINALLY MET ANOTHER BLACK COFFEE DRINKERRRR?! Kat 10:27 AM: Woah i thought i was the only one! Neat! We shall have many coffee talks then!now stop textin me n go shoppin! Tony 10:31 AM: He's still in the shower im waitin on him! Hes usually faster than this lol but sometimes he takes his time.

“You’re late.” “I was exactly on time,” Daniel said. “Noon is late. Eleven-fifty is on time.” She went away. Eleanor wrapped both hands around the mug. The coffee was, in fact, not burnt. It was very good — dark and clean, no theatrics. She said so. “Marlene roasts her own,” Daniel said. “She’d die before she’d tell you that, though. She doesn’t want the compliment.” “What does she want?” He thought about it. “For people to come back.”

I let myself in and put the flux infront him. " I got a distress message saying a grown ass man is throwing tantrum..." He rolled his eyes and grabbed the thermal flux.. The moment the coffee entered his mouth, his face scrunched in disgust and he almost chocked... I couldn't hide my smile ... He glared at me... " You came at this late to give me this? Sugarless, bitter, disgusting coffee? Why not give me poison instead?" His face showed utter disgust... " Well I ain't your girlfriend that I will know the amount of sugar you want... What if you had diabetes? The headlines will show that Madelyn Davenport trying to kill Wyne Moretti... I can't risk that..."

The man brought a cup of aromatic drink closer to his face, inhaling the bright and rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. - Mmm, class, always loved coffee. - Good for you, - Black muttered again, sitting down on a chair and taking the first sip. "John," Red began, "I understand that you don't quite trust me... - That's too weak to say. For so many years I thought that everyone was dead, but as it turned out, I was wrong. Couldn't you show up before? How many problems could have been avoided!

Jaxon was silent for a long time getting the question just now, until he finally said, “I gathered them all, my specialty is firearms.” Before Mia could ask the next question, Jaxon stopped her. “The other three men I can't tell you about. They are the people who work behind the scenes. One of them is the president of a motorcycle club named Hades, the other is a mafia Big Boss named Outfit, Dune Fontana is his right-hand man, while the last man works underground controlling drug trafficking. I'm not completely clean, Dolcezza, but we have business ethics.” Jaxon's grip on Mia's hand tightened, the man brought Mia's palm to his lips, and kissed it gently.

I’m wiping the counter when the bell chimes and that accented voice that makes me shiver comes through. What the fuck is he doing here? “Large black coffee, extra hot.” Nikolai Serrano is leaning against my counter in a dove-gray cashmere coat with collar popped. He looks like he walked off a Paris runway and that just made me more pissed. “We’re out of coffee.” He laughs loudly, obviously amused. “You can't be out of coffee. This is a fucking coffee shop.” I slam the bell harder than necessary. “Fine. Name for the order?”