Page 5 of Breaking Vincent
I quickly pull my phone from my pocket and check the time. “Whatever, I’ve got somewhere to be.”
His mouth splits into a sweet and condescending grin, “I really don’t give a shit. I just want to get my coffee and go to work.”
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “Yeah well looks like you’re going to have to wait a bit longer, seeing as I now have to buy another drink.”
I turn around and order myself another black coffee.
The giant behind me scoffs and mutters, “Basic as fuck,” under his breath.
I clench my teeth as I pay and watch the barista make my drink.
“Good morning, I’ll have an iced skinny caramel macchiato with extra syrup, please.”
So, the prick does know how to be polite. He even adds a ten-pound note to the tip jar - which is ridiculous, his drink probably cost less than the tip he just gave.
I watch his drink being made and it looks like a sugary mess, filled to the brim with whipped cream and ice cubes.
Somehow, he ends up receiving his coffee before me. He sucks his drink through a straw and I have to force my eyes away from the way his lips wrap around the paper.
He slurps for a few seconds longer and pops the straw free with a dramatic,Ahhh. “Fuck, that’s yummy.”
I can't believe what I'm seeing. This mountain of a man happily sipping a creamy drink like it’s an orgasm in a cup.
He leans his hip against the side of the bar and obnoxiously slurps his stupid drink while staring down at me. I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my head, but I refuse to look at him.
The barista finally hands me my drink, I snatch it out of her hands harder than needed, but I’m frustrated. That man has gotten under my skin.
I offer her a tense smile and mumble a thank you before I turn around and march towards the doors.
“Hope you have a shitty day!” The rude man shouts.
I would like to say I ignored him and kept walking, I’d like to say I didn’t scoop down to his level, but that would be a big fat lie. As much as I hate myself at this moment, that doesn’t stop me from turning around and aiming my middle finger at him.
Listen, I can keep my mood in check like the best of people, but something about him really rubs me the wrong way.
So long, you lanky prick.
I take a glug of my drink, wincing when the scolding coffee burns my tongue. The nerve of that man. People like him are all the same - tall and attractive men walking around like they are God's gift, like the world owes them something.
An excited scream pulls me out of my head, “Uncle David!”
I manage to catch my niece in my free arm before she slams into me. “Mia, mi Corazón. You scared me.”
Mia wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me tightly for a few seconds before pulling her head back and smiling at me
My sister makes her way over to us a few seconds later and wraps her arm around my back. “Are you alright? You look pissed off.”
I look at her, brown eyes identical to my own stare back at me. “Just some guy at the coffee shop wound me up.”
Mia wriggles down from my arms and holds her hand out to me, “Can we go and find somewhere to eat before we go to the park?”
I look down at my niece and hold my hand out to her. “Sure, mi Corazón. Let’s go.”
As we make our way to the park to find somewhere to sit and eat lunch, my body is thrumming with frustration.
When I’m pushing my niece on the swings, I still can’t get the image of his face full of piercings out of my mind.Why is it always the hot guys who act like self-entitled assholes?And as frustrated as I am, that doesn’t stop my cock from twitching at the memory of his flushed cheeks.
I feel like I’ve blacked out for the day by the time I get home. Obviously, I spent the day with my sister and Mia, playing at the park, but I can barely remember any of it.