Zella
I was already in a bad mood when I walked into the café. Waking up and grinding on Isaiah’s c**k when I should be mad at him, annoyed me to no end. Sitting beside him all through that ride, trying to ignore every time he looked at me, was also very frustrating.
The plan was simple: grab my latte, maybe a croissant, and get out.
I had successfully gotten my order and turned to leave when I bumped into someone and splashed a bit of my coffee on their shirt.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, nearly dropping the cup. “I’m so sorry,”
He glanced down at his shirt, then backed up at me. I had never seen a ginger haired man with dark eyes before. “Well, damn. And here I thought I was safe from getting assaulted this morning.”
Heat rushed to my face. s**t, this day couldn't get any worse. “I’l
