5. Myla

"Was he really that bad?" I hear Alex ask while I make coffee for the customers and I sigh heavily at the unwanted memories. I have decided to put them in the never-recall part of my mind but Alex is not helping.

"Yes, Alex. So bad I could have killed him right then." He just laughs at my response and then stares at me with concern. "No, he didn't do anything."

"Myla, tell me." I stop and turn to him, my lips forming into a straight line.

"Where do I even start? He was expecting me to suck his cock or whatever because it looked like that's why he called me there. Next time they order, you go." I point to his chest and his eyes widen.

"No. I don't want to get fucked." He laughs and I roll my eyes at him. "On a serious note, that's expected from someone like him. I mean probably everyone wants to sleep with him for both his looks and his wealth. He must be used to it."

"Yeah, but not me. I didn't expect him to be such a dick but-" I stop for a second while holding the two drinks in my hands. "No, he's an asshole."

"But what?" I see him raise an eyebrow and I look away. "Myla? Why are you red?"

"I'm not! I'm just frustrated."

"Alex, stop annoying Myla." June comes from behind him and bumps his shoulder. "If he bothers you, let me know."

"You idiot, I didn't do anything. But it seems like Myla had some rather unpleasant experience."

"What happened?" June is looking at me with concern and curiosity but I don't have time to explain everything over again, so I just tell her that we should talk later after work.

"I swear if you don't shut up. I'll tell Sarah about the pictures-"

"Yes, boss?" Alex acts as if Mr. Roy called for him when he wasn't even in the café and I just scoff and eventually find myself laughing.

June helps me serve the customers while I make their coffee but in the corner of my eye, I spot a strange car parked in front of the place. I've seen it somewhere but I can't remember.

"Three cookies and one caramel cake to go." Sarah appears from nowhere and my attention goes on her before I stare back outside, and the car is already gone.

A shiver runs down my spine but I just brush the whole thing off and tell myself it's nothing. I've been paranoid and frustrated since I came back from Judy Hills and I hate how I'm still thinking about him. 

The way his eyes were glued on me and the way his voice resonated inside my body. He's dangerous but intriguing. I can't help but find myself wanting to see him again, although I claim that's the last thing that would happen.

I doubt he actually has time to come here for a mere coffee. Although when he said it tasted like shit, I was about to punch him in the fucking jaw. I mean, I'm not hot but everyone would agree that I make good coffee.

Laurier really ruined my day. I sigh for the- I actually lost count. I hope nothing goes his way and he has the worst day ever. When did I become this mean?

"Here you go." Alex comes back and he's holding a candy for me to take. "I have chocolates but you don't like them. Lame."

"Thank you." He makes me chuckle as I take the candy and give him a kiss on the cheek. "You're the sweetest, the most lovely human being I've ever-"

"Okay, I know. Stop it." He wipes his cheek and fakes disgust and I just give him the finger. "Oh shit, where is the sweet Myla? When did you learn such insolent behavior?"

"Sarah, do you need any help?" I call and his eyes go wide before he fumbles with the plastic cups on the counter. I feel bad teasing him but I want Sarah and Alex's endgame. They're literally the perfect match for each other, he just needs to muster some courage and tell her already. I have a feeling she'd be happy to date him.

I suck on the candy Alex got me and I feel my energy come back. Seriously, he always knows what I need at the exact right moment. Everyone should have friends like Alex and everyone should try and be like him. This is how much I love and appreciate him.

Somehow, time goes by and I find myself forgetting about Zayne Laurier. The customers are sweet as always and I feel happy chatting with the familiar faces. It's so easy not to be a dick and actually treat people decently.

It seems that some people don't know this even if it's common sense and knowledge. And I find myself thinking about no other than him.

The last customer leaves the café and Alex rushes to flip the sign on the door. "And we're done for the day." 

A sigh leaves my lips and I sit down on the nearest chair, smiling at June and Sarah who are cleaning the tables. "Good job, guys. Another successful day."

"Thank you!" June smiles from ear to ear then her smile drops. "Shit, I just remembered we have assignments to submit at midnight."

I'm brought back to my years in college where I struggled a lot. If only I could go back to these days, minus all the stress and crying and ranting sessions with mom. I'm so damn sure if she wasn't there to listen to me, I would have gone to a therapist.

"You still have time, you'll be okay." I try to comfort her as Sarah pats her back. "You should go back home."

"Yes, I will. I'll just take these to-"

The sudden knocking on the door makes us all turn around and upon seeing the visitor, for a moment, I forget how to breathe. 

"Uhm, Myla?" Alex is looking at me with confusion written all over his face and I give him a questioning look. He's not here for me, is he? "Why is Zayne Laurier here?"

I take a deep breath as he opens the door and walks inside, his presence screaming I have a big dick and I know how to use it. I just saw him some hours ago, but seeing him now hits differently. 

He's, of course, still wearing the designer suit that accentuates his strong build, exuding a sense of power and dominance and I hate how if he asks me to do something, my body will go weak and I'll do it right away.

I'm looking at his chest because I can't look him in the eyes, but I feel them pierce my body. He's so tall and so well-built that he commands attention wherever he goes. I know for a fact that Sarah and June are mentally fangirling about him, but wait until he opens his mouth.

He walks to me and I gulp. Now that I'm looking at him so closely, I realize he has a slim waist. That is the sluttiest thing a man can have, along with the broad shoulders and strong arms that make him such a panty-dropper. Fuck it.

"We're closed," I say when he's about to sit down in front of the counter and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. There we go.

"Wow, I had no idea. I mean, it's not like there's a big 'Closed' sign hanging outside or anything."

I roll my eyes and sigh at his response before I turn to Alex whose lips form a straight line. That's what I was talking about, Alex. He's incorrigible.

"If you know how to read then you should know you're unwanted here." 

"Are my literacy skills so threatening to you?" I hear him ask while he makes himself comfortable at one of the tables. "Though I'm touched by the warm welcome. I'll make sure to send a thank you note written in crayon."

My fingers will break if I tighten my fists anymore. I take a deep breath and fold my arms over my chest. "What do you want, Zayne?"

"Coffee." The way he says it nonchalantly strikes my nerve and makes me want to cut his tongue. "You really know how to flatter a person by using their name, my ego is soaring now."

"I do my best to inflate egos." The look on his face is priceless and I just ignore him and turn to look at the others. "You should go. I'll stay here and make sure to close the place." I glare at him and turn to Alex who walks closer to me.

 

"Stay safe. I thought he was okay but he's clearly a dickhead." He whispers in my ear and it makes me chuckle.

 

"I told you he's a lost cause. Take Sarah home." Quickly hugging him, I wave goodbye at Sarah and June who have apologetical expressions on their faces. They obviously can't do anything because Zayne is one powerful man but I'm not gonna take his shit. 

 

"Your boyfriend?" His question takes me off guard. I don't know why he's curious about Alex and I can't find it in me to give him a proper answer.

 

"He's just my imaginary friend I carry around with me everywhere."

 

"Can't you just fucking answer like normal people do?" He looks upset or annoyed for some unknown reason but I love it. So he gets angry too.

 

"Can't you leave when you're told to as normal people do? Why are you even here, I thought our coffee tastes like shit? Or did you miss me-"

 

Before I even realize it, Zayne raises to his feet and walks to me. My gaze is glued on him when I feel him grab my jaw and crash his lips on mine with a hunger that takes my breath away. His tongue is sliding into my mouth, exploring, claiming, and I feel my body respond with a desperate need of its own.

 

My mind tells me that I should push him away and slap him as hard as I can, but when he grips my hips tightly and pull me closer until I feel the heat of his body pressing against me, I melt in his arms.

 

We kiss with reckless abandon, lost in the moment, consumed by a desire that we can't control. His hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, and I find myself responding with a hunger that matches his own.

 

We're both gasping for breath by the time we finally pull away, but neither of us can break the contact entirely. And I just stare at him, confused as to why a hint of fear is filling his eyes.

 

His hands don't leave my body and before I know it, he leans forward and kisses me again.