What happens when a fuckboy with some anger issues and a bad streak is forced to work alongside someone who's his opposite? And what happens if they can be ripped from him in seconds? This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. It contains smut. This story is set to mature for a reason. If you are under 18...
Okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren't the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular coffee shop. Maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back mu...
you're trying to get over your flakey romance and he's trying to impress his parents, there's no harm to that.. right?