Alessia POV:
I wish I could do something more useful than serving coffee to this prick every single day.
I thought as I sigh, pouring a coffee into his cup. I pride myself in making his coffee to his taste, even though it took me several trials.
"Prick?!" He says, growling at me.
"I beg your pardon?" I ask confused.
"You just called me a prick?"
Goddamnit..! Did I say that out?! Alessia you are doomed.
"Ahh..that? Actually, it wasn't you I was referring to. I actually serve coffee to my private tutor back at home, a coffee not too sweet and not bland. Trust me when I say that tutor is a ASS-HOLE." I stressed that part, before adding, "Good riddance though!" I shrug.
He dim his eyes in suspicion at me, as if gauging whether to believe or not. And he should actually, because he is
