Onyx Latte 소설 & 이야기

My dad asked "Yeah.. Axel found that place last night" Nic said pointing his finger to Axel "We can do that" I felt burned , Morris is staring at me but I don't want to meet his eyes. I kept my distance with him. I looked at the menu again to decide what I want to drink this morning "Hazelnut latte" I walked to the cashier "Cold or hot?" The staff asked "Hot and Venti" "Anything else?" "Americano Venti.. less ice" I ordered it for my dad

I approached the table of 'Kings pack'. Tristan smiled at me mischievously and winked. I placed his 'cafe latte' with 'apple pie' in front of him. But I didn't know where to place 'long black Americano' and 'double Espresso'. "Miss Money! You can give the double Espresso to me and Noah over here." He said, pointing to a stiff guy. Hmm! Gamma is Noah. I placed their order in front of them. So the long black Americano is for 'Alpha king' just like his demeanour.

He handed it to her. Kelsey took a sip and sighed contentedly. Matcha latte with soy milk and an extra shot of espresso. He knew her well and it was not one way either. It was reciprocated, she knew he secretly like his rose latte with extra caramel sauce even though he would go for a normal latte with less sugar whenever they weren't alone. Judging by how he didn't clamp his mouth tightly after taking a sip as if he just swallowed a stone but trying to look cool while doing it, she could tell that he was having a rose latte now.

His impressions were ridiculous; he pitched his voice high and delicate, miming her hand gestures. Aria found herself laughing, real laughter that caused snorting (you know, that kind of laugh). He slid a drink across the counter—a latte with a messy heart on top, drizzled with caramel and something crunchy. “What is this?” “A hug in a cup,” Tyler said. “Also known as a caramel crunch latte that I’m not supposed to customize this much, so don’t snitch.” She took a sip. The sugar hit her bloodstream and made her eyes sting unexpectedly.

She struggled not to squirm under his gaze as she replied. "Well there's the dreaded aunt roberta," she said, pointing to it on the menu he had dropped on his table. "It's made with brandy, vodka, gin, absinthe and blackberry liqueur. It's the strongest drink we have and is not for the lightweight, but it's definitely a classic." "We have a winner then," he claps his hands lightly at that.

His thumb stroked circles on my palm whenever I tensed at the sight of too many people. Inside smelled like roasted beans and cinnamon. The barista looked up with a smile. "Good morning! What can I get you?" My mind went completely blank. Coffee. I wanted coffee. But the menu board behind her had at least twenty options. Latte. Cappuccino. Americano. Macchiato. Cold brew. Flavored. Unflavored. Hot. Iced. "Um..." I stuttered. "I'll have a large black coffee," Lucien said. "And my fiancée will have a vanilla latte. Extra vanilla, light foam."

I miss having his magical, magnificent cock. Yup, that's the hormones talking. Because I know me; I'm not a slut, not a whore, not even thirsty. I've been cockless for four long years without any cravings so it's the hormones. Definitely not me. "We have a promotion now. For every Large set, it comes with a free cup of latte." He stands up, meeting me halfway, “But we are out of cream. Do you mind waiting while I get some?" He’s clearly having fun with this, pulling more tricks under his sleeves.

The cocktails, I believe, that Layla had ordered was brought to our table. "Here," Layla gave me one glass which had an orange slice placed on its rim. "It is called Sex on the Beach." "I hope it's not as terrible as..." I made a distasteful face while gesturing at my empty shot glass. "Nope, it's very mild, you may not even taste the vodka in it." I sipped a little first to confirm. She didn't lie. It was sweet, having peach blended with orange kind of taste which made me want another sip immediately.

What did that mean? I shook Luca’s hand and said hello before Colt finished, “And that is Onyx Bourbon, our top Delta.” When I looked at Onyx I was taken aback for a moment. He looked so serious with those dark eyes and that dark brown hair. He almost looked brooding and angry at the world, yet he wasn’t. He looked at me as if I was the most mesmerizing sight in all of mankind. I moved forward to shake his hand and before I could register what was happening, Onyx had wrapped his impressively strong and soft arms around me and was giving me a hug.

I added. I was trying to figure him out, but I didn't need him to know I was onto him. I blinked and took a sip from it with his watchful eyes. "Whoa." My eyes grew wide as the taste swirled in my mouth. ‘Even if he kills you off now, Jessie, you know the last thing you tasted was something out of this world.' “I knew you'd like it," he said, beaming with happiness. “It is a vanilla bean latte with almond milk, light foam, and an extra shot.”