I Like My Men How I Like My Coffee Novels & Stories

It was like we were both testing the waters, seeing who could make the first move—or at least, that’s what I liked to think. I glanced over at Ian, who was holding the black coffee I had ordered for him, his expression twisted into a slight grimace as he took another reluctant sip. “You know,” I began, eyeing him with a playful smirk, “I’m not really a fan of people who don’t drink coffee the right way.” “Black coffee is the right way?” He raised an eyebrow at me, the playful edge in his voice not quite hiding his genuine distaste for the drink. “Oh, absolutely,” I said, my tone unwavering. “It’s a test of character, really. Anyone who can't handle a cup of black coffee... well, they’re prob

"Perceiving how clear you are, in case he's not thick obviously he'll know." Out of nowhere Hayan's face drops and he looked miserable. "Do you think he feels nauseated by me? Since I admire him, despite the fact that I'm a man as well?" Sean could feel his eyes jerking, irritated by Hayan's opinion. "What's revolting with regards to that?" He pummels the table in disturbance. "Love has no sexual orientation, Hayan, so go ahead and like whoever you want to like! Furthermore, if that individual ever feels nauseated by you..."He makes a clench hand and scowls at nobody."I'll ensure they'll never see the day's end!"

He corrected. "I'm sorry" I apologized feeling slightly embarrassed. "And yes something is wrong.I hate my coffee black" He said in irritation. "I didn't know MR Smith.How would you like your coffee to be made sir?" I asked. Something I said did something to him because he shifted in his seat uncomfortably keeping his eyes on me. "I like my coffee with lot of sugar and milk" What? Even I don't like sugar in my coffee but that's why there is something called individual differences right?.

Part оf me wаntѕ tо juѕt lіе dоwn, but thаt coffee smells ѕо damn good. I’m a ѕuсkеr for a tаll, ѕtеаmіng cup оf blасk coffee. Coffee mаkеѕ lіfе okay оn thе dауѕ whеn іt dоеѕn’t fееl thаt wау. Thіѕ is сlеаrlу оnе of those days, so I get mу ass dоwnѕtаіrѕ.

I laughed at the look on his face, as I scooped up some breakfast on my plate. “I love the flavour of the beans,” I tell him as I cringe at his cup of white coffee. Clearly, he puts a lot of cream in his coffee. He laughs, “I admit I don’t care for the taste of coffee but everywhere I go, people offer coffee only so this is the only way I can tolerate it.”. Bursting out laughing, I can feel Adam’s irritation from here. Too bad. He was holding hands with his slut bunny; I was going to enjoy myself before I committed to the year from hell.

“I fucking love you.” “That stuff is really good, isn’t it? Also, random fact. It goes really well in coffee.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I know that sounds weird. But a few days ago I made myself a mug of coffee and didn’t have any sugar. Without thinking, I reached for what I thought was the honey to sweeten it. But it was that hot honey stuff. If you don’t mind a little spice in your coffee, it’s really good.” “I’ll have to try that tomorrow.”

Years of reading in the dark did a number on my eyes so I need reading glasses to be able to work for a long time and Logan didn’t hesitate before taking me to get one. “Thank you,” I smiled. “So how do you take your coffee for future purposes?” “I like mine with a shit tone of milk and sugar and Logan likes his black like his soul with a dash of cream,” I recited off the top of my head and I saw her staring at me in shock, “Is there something on my face?” “You know how he likes his coffee?” she asked and I nodded, “I don’t even know how Greg likes his coffee.” “Greg doesn’t like coffee,” I said, “Tea is the way to his heart.”

But then he turns back to me almost immediately, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips. "About that coffee," he says, his voice a little more confident now. "I like it…very sweet. With cream, if you have it." My eyebrows raise almost imperceptibly. Sweet? The stoic, powerful Alpha who once dominated any room he walked into, who radiated fierce, unyielding control and has a strong love for alcohol, likes his coffee sweet? It's a tiny, human detail that somehow makes him seem more accessible, less like the imposing figure I remembered.

I stammered, my voice betraying a touch of nervousness. Nate raised an eyebrow, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Oh, really? And what's your preference?” I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, and replied, “Well, I like a milder flavor, so I go for a medium roast. And, um, I usually have mine with a splash of milk.” Nate nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Interesting. I'm more of a dark roast person myself, and I take it black. Strong and bold, you know?”

He's their support, their encouragement, and typically a voice of reason. "Morning," I answer back, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup of coffee for myself. I'm not a straight black guy, I like it with more cream and sugar than coffee. It takes longer than I admit for me to fix a cup, but we all have our quirks. "You want some coffee with that sugar?" Jagger teases as he watches, eyeing the way I shake it in. If I had to pick anyone here I'm closest to, it's probably Jagger.