Page 35 of Only Ever Yours
I eye him curiously, my thoughts running wild inside my head.Who the fuck is waiting on him in his truck? or who the fuck is he taking this drink to?If I find out my sister is behind this, I’m going to be livid.
Who the fuck do they think they are, always fucking with me. If he says it’s for her, I’m going to just ask him to leave. I’m not making that bitch anything, she hardly even speaks to me at home. And Jaydon, I’m not sure why he feels the need to always come to my place of work to harass me and mess around with my head every morning. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Two?” Confusion is evident in my tone.
His head dips in a slight nod. “Yeah, Peachy. Two.” He answers so smoothly.
The way he calls me that fucking name makes my pussy throb, causing my thighs to clench in response. My body betrays me, aching for him—But I’m still fucking pissed.
“Ugh… Jaydon, stop fucking calling me that! Who is the other one for?” I glare at him, trying to hide how pissed I am, but I’m sure it’s shining through. “Gotta hot girl in your truck early this morning? Someone stay over at your house last night?” I pop a brow as I fold my arms across my chest, trying to steady my breath, but my heart is already racing.
I can’t fucking help myself… I have to know. I might even sound jealous at this point, but I don’t care. Not knowing is killing me.
Probably because deep inside, I wish it were me.
He just laughs in my face, shaking his head, confusing me even further. “Just make the fucking drinks, Ellie.”
Asshole.
I let out a loud huff. I have no patience left for this man. “Fine. Tap your card when you’re ready,” I mutter with an exaggerated eye roll as I turn on my heels and take my anger out on the espresso machine.
I know without even looking, he’s staring at my ass. Good—let him. He deserves all the torture he gets.
I grab two cardboard sleeves and slide a cup into each before turning to set them on the counter between us. When I finally look up, he’s standing there with arms crossed looking hot as fuck, his broad chest filling out a fitted white tee and jeans hanging just right on his hips. I can’t help myself when my eyes roam his sleeves of ink, lingering just a little too long. Fuck, I want his strong hands all over me.
He finally picks up one of the coffees and takes a sip. Then an exaggerated moan slips from his throat as he closes his eyes like he’s savoring every drop.
“Just like I remember…” he flashes his cocky smile. “Thanks, Peachy.” He lifts his cup in a half salute, nodding, then turns and walks towards the doors.
“Uh, Jaydon…” I call out, “You’re forgetting your other coffee…”
He pauses mid-step, glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk. “No, I’m not… It's yours. I bought it for you.” He winks.
“What?" My forehead wrinkles, confusion flickering across my face.
He dips his head to the drink between us on the counter. “That’s your favorite drink, right?” he says, taking his time walking back towards the register, inching closer with his cocky confidence that gets under my skin—in the worst, and best way.
Heat spreads across the apples of my cheeks, and I roll my eyes as I huff my denial. “No…” But he knows damn well I’m lying, judging by the way his grin widens.
“Deny it all you want, Peachy… but I know you better than you think…” His gravelly voice sends heat spreading through my body, “It’s what you made for me yesterday… I know it’s your favorite. So, I bought one for you…” he shrugs, then leans over the counter so only I can hear, “Plus, when I lick my lips this morning and taste the sweetness, I will know exactly how your lips taste, too.” He winks, then spins and leaves me standing there speechless.
What the fuck just happened? I’m so confused by him. My head is spinning from the realization and the shock of his words...
The drink wasn’t for another woman. It was forme.
For some reason, that simple thought sets butterflies free to dance inside my belly. What the fuck is he doing to me? I feel like such a dumbass. How the hell is this even the same man?
I can’t wrap my head around the fact that one day he’s a complete asshole to me and the next, he’s coming into the place I work and buying me a coffee—and not just any coffee. Somehow,he knew.He knew I had made him my favorite drink yesterday.
The day has gone by in a blur of customers and coffee orders, and before I know it, it’s almost time for me to clock out. I quickly check my phone and find a few missed texts.
Jaydon: Mmm… I can still taste your lips. So. Fucking. Sweet.
The next text is a picture of him holding his coffee, smirking like he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
I roll my eyes at his antics, but I quickly realize I already have a stupid smile on my face.
I scroll further down the text thread to see another message.
