My Cup of Coffee

My Cup of Coffee

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Romance
Evelyn Bloomーa quiet and reserved girl who'd rather live in her room surrounded by her own fantasies formed by her hobby of reading than socialising with her fellow peers, or almost anyone at all. Vince Taylor-an outgoing and good-looking boy whom every girl drools and yearns for, though no one knows what is kept hidden behind his carefree facade. What happens when their two worlds collide and feelings kept hidden become unraveled?
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Hi, I'm Eliza. Looking back I probably should have left him alone. We went to school together all our lives, but I doubt he knew who I was. First red flag. Of course I knew him. The entire school knew him. Second red flag. He was hiding something. Something scary, something that could break us before we began. Strike three. He should be out, then he kissed me and I still swoon thinking about it. Then he fucked my sister. Strike a million! My smart mouth best friend Beatrice is as much my therapist as I am hers. Trauma buddies! She never lets me live down what happened between us but she was my biggest supporter. But let's skip ahead to I ended the bad boy's reign. But believe me, I wanted to kill him many times-I still do- at some points I even hated him. I'm not gonna lie he probably hated me too. As many times as I kicked him in the balls I probably messed up my chances of having children. Well... no I didn't. Not to mention all the pots I threw at him. That's a concussion right there. God, is my relationship that crazy? Elijah says it means make up sex will be great. I can't say he's wrong, but won't admit he's right. In all honesty, I'm the only one that was there for him and he's all I want. I ended his reign on bitches and hoes, captured his heart, and I'm never letting go.

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