The marriage with Mr perfect

The marriage with Mr perfect

Beth

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Being an average student with only one year left for school, Alicia's only dream had been to graduate and look for a job so as to fend for herself Almost a month to submitting her thesis and graduating , Mr perfect walks into her life and changes everything

Chapter 1 Coffee meeting

'I hope this is good this time around, the last one wasn't so good'

I waved my hands over the coffee gently as I inhaled the smoke breathing in deeply

'Trust me, this was brought today from one of our best...'

I stopped him swiftly as I raised the cup to my mouth sipping it slowly

'Ummmm..this is so good Thompson'

He smiled and nodded

'Alicia you should trust me when it comes to coffees, let me get you another one think of it as my treat as you are the first customer to taste it..but you would have to pay next time'

He pointed a finger at me jokingly

'Yes sir'

I laughed and handed him back the cup

Immediately he came back with a cup steaming in his hands and placed it on the counter

'Here you are'

As I reached out to take it, it slipped over and to avoid it pouring over me, I shifted back and almost stumbled as I felt a firm hand hold me protectingly

As I looked up a pair of soft grey eyes stared back at me innocently , I must say he was the most handsome man I have ever seen throughout my twenty one years on earth

His long nose scrunched unknowingly as he sucked on his lower lip sending me shivers all over

His black shiny hair danced in the air as some curls fell on one side of his face, he was way more handsome than the anime characters I drew in my leisure time or whenever I had a boring class He looked at his watch and stared back at me

'Five minutes , three seconds..miss are you done watching'

I shifted immediately and lowered my head as I tucked some of my hair behind my ear awkwardly

'Sorry..thank you'

He nodded and moved forward

'Is there any recommendation'

Thompson nodded and one could see he was eager to allow him taste the new coffee

'Yes wait a bit'

I took the time to check out the new handsome devil beside me

His blue black suit firmly clung to his hot body as his blue tie fastened to his neck , his black socks peeped out a little in his shiny shoes and his watch was fastened on his wrist making him look responsible and hot

I looked away and smiled

This was exactly my type of man

Thompson appeared and smiled after what seemed like ages and handed him a cup

After checking for some minutes Mr handsome sniffed slowly over the coffee and drank it slowly eyes on Thompson

Suddenly he stopped and wiped his lips

'What's this'

Thompson looked at me and stared at the coffee in embarrassment

'Don't you like that..I could do another'

He raised his hands and stared at him with disgust

'Can I use your kitchen'

Thompson nodded

'Alicia didn't you like the coffee just now'

He whispered to me and I nodded watching in amusement

This guy better not spoil all the good thoughts I had about him

He reboiled the coffee and switched it to his desired degrees as he measured the sugar carefully

I stretched my neck well and scoffed

After measuring the milk almost for an hour, he poured them all into a kettle and glanced at his watch

At exactly five minutes , he placed it down and poured it into a cup and came out looking satisfied

Thompson didn't know what to say as he watched him

'I'm sorry for making you go through so much trouble, accept that as my treat you don't have to pay'

Thompson was really good at offering people treats

'No, I would pay it just sucks to see a well known shop lacking someone good to make coffees...I suggest you look for another job'

Thompson looked down in embarrassment and smiled as he bowed down

I wouldn't watch him blast my friend like that, he was acting so arrogant

'I would pay sir, you shouldn't have asked for a recommendation when you knew what you wanted more so if you knew you could make a coffee well I don't see any reason why you should be here in the first place'

I swiped my phone on the screen and waved at Thompson before I walked out

I could feel his eyes on me

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