Valerie’s POV
“Are you trying to provoke me, or are just too stupid to memorize my preferences?” he yelled furiously, pushing the coffee mug out of his face, and spilling some coffee in the process.
“It’s quite simple, and in pretty sure your workload is not too much to make you forget my order. I asked for the Iced Shaken Espresso with just two pumps of syrup. How difficult is that?” He continued yelling furiously, making me roll my eyes at him, annoying him even more.
This is now my routine, every fucking day, I stop at Starbucks in the morning and get him his coffee. He makes me take the bus to work, and I get scolded for coming late even when I have to stop by the coffee shop and the bakery. He is just so mean, and since I can’t say no to his request, I take solace in getting his orders wrong at least three times in a week. That’s what he deserves for being a big brute.
He orders for the Iced Shaken Espresso, that is a simple mix of milk, espresso, and Starbucks simple syrup. It’s a sweetened drink with a very classic coffee flavor. It typically comes with 4 pumps of simple syrup, though to cut back on sugar you could ask your barista to use just 1 or 2 pumps instead and that’s what he does, he requests for two pumps of syrup, but I don’t always get it right. Sometimes, I get six or eight pumps of syrup in a cup of coffee, and he ends up spitting it out of his fucking mouth.
Sometimes, I get him a cappuccino. Mind you, it’s not because I do not like his taste of coffee, I simply wish to infuriate the hell out of him. I get him a plain Cappuccino since I wanted him to taste the roast espresso. The Cappuccino has a bold coffee flavor from the espresso, with a hint of sweetness from the milk. The rich texture was my favorite part! This cup of coffee was dense but still lighter than a latte, and some part of me wished he would like it just as much as he likes the Iced Shaken Expresso, but he never sips it long enough to savor the taste. He simply spits it out and yells like a fucking lunatic.
Well, as for me, I always order the Flat White from start. It has an extra ristretto as well. Ristretto is much stronger than espresso. It is a more concentrated, sweeter shot than espresso and gives a bolder flavor to your cup of Joe. My favorite part about my Flat White from Starbucks was its texture. The velvety foam with rich espresso covered my mouth like a hug and went down very smoothly. The whole milk balanced the bold ristretto perfectly.
My Flat White had less of a milk taste and more of a coffee taste compared to a latte, which I enjoyed. So while he sits there and yell at me like a lunatic, I simply stood there like a mannequin, sipping my coffee. It’s not my fault that he chose to be a complete asshole, is it?
The few minutes at the coffee shop are all the time I have to spend with my friends. He shuts them out completely, and he treats them like strangers. He doesn’t let them see me, and he wouldn’t let me see them either. He keeps me by his side like a new toy that he can fiddle with at every given opportunity. The worst part of all this is that he denies our bond.
He says I’m not his kind of lady, he takes me along when he goes clubbing with his friends, screwing every girl that he deems fit, including that stupid bitch, Cameron. Yet he won’t let me have any fun, he flaunts his girls in my face, making my life miserable. Well, I promised not to flout his order, but I’m certainly giving him more than he bargained for, I’m making his life so fucking miserable, and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.
“I know what you are doing, Val, I know you want me to send you back to the coffee shop for my coffee,” he lets out mockingly, standing up from his sit, and walking towards me.
“You think you can fool me for long?
Oh, come on, Val, I’m not that gullible. I know about your little tricks, I just chose to ignore you because I thought you would get over your childish pranks. But since you have decided to ruin my days with your choice of coffee and lunch, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to be ordering my lunch and yours from the company’s cafeteria. No more running around the city with your loud, noisy friends anymore. And as my morning coffee and snacks, I got you that pretty machine over there.” He let out smugly, pointing towards a pretty coffee maker that says pretty nicely by the corner.
“Henceforth, you will be riding in my car with me. I’ll drive your pretty ass to work and I’ll bring you back home daily. We’ll pick up my cookies on the way and when we get to the office, I’ll sit right here and watch you sway your ass while walking to the coffee maker to make me my favorite coffee. And this time, if you get it wrong, you keep trying until you get it right.” He let out sternly, giving me a look that spoke volumes. I knew I was done for, I’ve been caught, and now I’m going to pay for my actions. I tried to plead with him for forgiveness, and for a second chance, but he put up his hand to silence me, telling me clearly that there is no need to waste my energy because he is not going to listen to me.
“I knew you were hanging out with your friends, and I let it slide because I wanted you to be free. But you chose to be mischievous and stupid. And now I’m going to tighten my leash on you and keep you too busy to even think about your friends, let alone sneak off to spend time with them. I gave you a little taste of freedom and you misused it.
You actually thought you could outsmart me?
You are so stupid. I hope this teaches you an important lesson, my love. Nothing escapes my watchful eyes. My eyes are on you all the fucking time. I know what you are thinking, and I see every fucking move you make. If you dare to defy me or try to eliminate me, I would know and I would…”
“Those watchful eyes of yours would serve you better if you use them on your precious fiancee and not me!” I let out furiously. The words had slipped out of my mouth before I realized my mistake.
“What did you just say to me?” he forced out through gritted teeth as he stalked me like a predator stalked its prey. I kept taking backward steps until my back touched the wall and I have nowhere else to run to. He stood in front of me, staring fixedly at me.
“One day, Valerie…
One day you are going to regret your choice of words. You just keep testing my limits, keep pushing me to the wall and watch me teach you a lesson you’ll never for easily.” He threatened me angrily while glaring daggers at me. I hung my head low, trying as much as possible to evade his eyes, but they were too domineering to ignore. I could feel them boring holes in my skin as he continues glaring dangerously at me.
But after a few minutes, his furious gaze softened on my skin and I felt my heart beating faster as those familiar feelings resurfaced. I could feel the warmth on my bare skin, it penetrated through the soft fabric on my skin and it caressed my skin, leaving a wake of soft tingling and goosebumps. I could have fallen for this one more time. I was tempted to look back into his eyes and beg him to mark me and make me his.
Then I remembered his words to me the day I suggested that we are mated to each other. It was a normal day, just like every other day. The only difference is that I caught him staring at me a couple of times, and I also got into heat that day. I could feel my pussy dripping wet, and I could smell my arousal. It was so unbearable that I didn’t know what to do about it. I took a few bathroom breaks, and I tried to satisfy my urges with my fingers, but it just wouldn’t stop. Luckily for me, he didn’t assign many tasks to me.
I had enough time to visit the bathroom a couple of times, and I finally curbed my desires in his private bathroom. Don’t go having crazy ideas, he didn’t help me curb my desires, I doubt that he even noticed that I’m going through a hard time. He has lunch with his slutty girlfriend, Cameron. They left the office for hours, and that gave me enough time to run a cold bath in his bathroom while using my fingers on my pussy.
The cold water and my fingering had done the job, but what helped me to snap out of it pretty quickly was the sound of that cool voice in my head. I don’t know how he knew what was happening to me, I guess it’s our bond or something like that. But his voice in my head was heaven-sent, and he talked me through the process, making it easier for me to reach my orgasm. I was so excited to hear his voice after a few days of silence.
He warned me about Alpha Maverick and he told me to trust no one in that company, except the Alpha. He warned about so many people around me and he kept trying his best to protect me in his own wonderful way that wouldn’t attract attention to us. I maintained my composure, even when the Alpha returned, I still didn’t bother about anything or anyone. I was lost in my fantasies, daydreaming about my man. And that was when I noticed his eyes were straying toward me. And not only that, they were making me feel so warm and adored. I felt he was my guy, and I tried raising the issue before him. but I was so fucking wrong, and he gave me the insult of my life,
“Mates do not exist, and I certainly wouldn’t want to be hitched to you for the rest of my life. You are not my mate, and even if it turns out to be true, then it only means that the moon goddess has made such a terrible mistake.” These were his words to me, and they hurt me so badly. Thinking about it is enough to infuriate me and get me royally pissed. I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him aside as I maneuvered out of his arms,
“If you don’t mind, sir, I would like to return to my office. I need to get ready for your first meeting by 10:00 Am.