Duce's POV
My jaw dropped because of what he said. What does he mean by that? I remember him always asking for ice coffee.
"But you always want ice coffee, Sir," I said, really emphasizing that because that's exactly what I hear from him. I have a great memory. I can't make mistakes. And I remember that he really likes it a lot.
"I want hot coffee right now," he coldly said. I secretly rolled my eyes with that. I sigh.
"Alright, Sir," I said with a fake smile at him. He just kept raising his eyebrows at me. I shrugged before starting to walk.
"Who even likes hot coffee in this hot weather?" I whispered. I heard Trevor's laugh so I frowned at him. When I looked back at Nicolas, his eyes were straight at me.
"Are you complaining, Ms. Madrigal?” he asked causing me to clear my throat be
