My neck rolls off the tension racking through my body as I watch her scramble about for the fourth time to get my coffee.
I wonder how useless someone can be, just a pretty face with an empty head.
If she had read the damn manual left on her table, she would have seen that I love my coffee very sugary.
I sure as hell won't be the one to tell her that. The manuals are there for a reason; after this, she would get herself to read the damn book.
My phone pings yet again, grabbing it off the table. I stare at the screen, my eyebrows furrowing at the text.
Godfather: I still await the news on Scarlet.
I scoff angrily, rolling my shoulders as I grit my teeth hard.
He won't just let it go. I sure as hell won't be marrying Scarlet, over my dead f*****g body.
The text put me in a mo
