Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

“You’re welcome.” I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms. “You’re overstepping.” “You’re welcome.” Before I could snap back, Matteo stepped into the office, coffee in hand, eyebrows climbing. “Uh… is this part of the plan?” Adrien took the coffee cup from Matteo like it was meant for him, sipped it, and gagged. “Jesus. Do you people even know what a real espresso tastes like?” Matteo stared. “He’s dressed like that at this hour?”

I smiled and began heating milk and stirring my coffee, slowly brewing it “would you two like me to make you some with me?” “There is no need to tire yourself with it” Leila said softly. “I won’t really, please?” “Sure, I’ll have a cup” Madeline said raising an eyebrow at me before handing me her mug. I smiled and poured the coffee in her red mug, then in a pink mug which Leila brought for me to use. I smiled politely and sat down on the bar while I drank my coffee. “How was your night? Did you manage to get any sleep?” Madeline asked me.

This signaled an emergency! "Waah... I'm really scared. Good thing I don't have to deal with him directly!" I said thanks to myself. "Eh! Who said that!! He asked for coffee! It's a double-shot espresso with no sugar! He asked me to make it earlier! I made it yesterday...huhuh... now there's you! You give this... to him! He asked for a double shot espresso, no sugar!" Ms. Claudia handed me the glass she had been stirring.

It’s best to keep her at a healthy distance - welcome, but not too close. I get dressed and inhale slowly, trying to sort everyone and everything in their boxes, but today my usually calm, rational mind doesn’t want to play along. Madeleine - beautiful, sweet, stubborn little Maddie - keeps poking her head in, asking, “What are you doing?” ** I’m busy sipping on the world’s strongest espresso when the phone on the wall buzzes. Frowning I throw the espresso down my throat before I answer the incessant buzzing phone. “What?” I snap.

He looked like the definition of wealth and power. Nothing like the monster I’d seen in the dark last night. He didn’t even look up, calmly sipping his espresso, yet the corner of his mouth curved into a slow, cruel smirk. He knew I was staring. I could tell. And he was savoring every second of my discomfort. "Coffee, Gianna?" Madeleine asked, reaching for the pot, "Or are you strictly a tea person?" "Coffee is fine," I managed to say, my voice sounding flat even to my own ears.

When he was done, he passed me and said under his breath, “They’ll be here in twenty minutes now.” I gave the briefest of nods as he left, and Molly returned, a fresh glow coloring her cheeks. Whatever shock she’d been in earlier was gone. She sat, a small smile on her face at the blanket, and dug into her omelet. She tried the espresso, and another whole moan left her mouth. “This is pure bliss. Oh, dear god. What coffee do you use for this? I need it for Easter Lanes. Forget alcohol. People will come in for this. Forget bowling! It’s the espresso shots. I can see it happening.”

Something about her gaze lingered, sharp and probing, before she ordered a flat white and vanished into the morning crowd. She ordered a marocchino—medium, with whipped cream—her manner suggesting she hadn’t time for more than brief civilities. The elderly woman seemed to be hurrying somewhere, her movements clipped yet unhurried. I placed a few sugar cubes on the saucer, separate, as she preferred.

"Couldn't sleep. And you, Mr. Ferguson?" Stephen handed his untouched coffee to Madeline with a quick, "It's fresh, and it'll warm your hands. I've got a plane to catch to Ameristan." He caught a glimpse of her face, but did not pry. The heat from the cup chased away the cold lingering on Madeline's fingers. She did not decline the offer, instead, she gestured to the café. "Got time for one more? My treat." Without any fuss, Stephen agreed and ordered an Americano—black, no sugar, no cream.

“What may I get you, madam?” Selena purred her lips in consideration. “I’d like a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, extra steamed milk, with a drizzle of chocolate, as well as a sandwich with black forest ham, gouda, delicatessen mustard, and a thin spread of mayo.” The maid’s lips parted in surprise and she looked at me. It just went to show that Selena was used to having every whim catered to. I smiled apologetically. “A latte and a ham and cheese sandwich will do fine.”

What I told you, It's undecipherable. Our coffee come, mine was a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, Dex's was Mocca frappucino with cinnamon and hazelnut while Mark ordered a plain iced americano. It would be nice if we could just drink in silence but then, my wish isn't their command. So here is come, the bombardon of question. starting from Dex to Mark,