Page 6 of His Coveted Obsession

“Where’s your manager? Why are they not here?”

“Ah… Please… I’m really trying my best…”

“Jesus Christ… are you stupid?”

I’d had enough at that point. The man was getting on my last nerve.

“Just get your order and move on,” I told him.

He turned to look at me, glaring. “Mind your fucking business, kid.”

As soon as he turned around, I grabbed his arm, yanked it behind him high enough to hurt, and slammed his upper body against the counter. “You will give your order, apologize profusely to…” I scanned for the barista’s name tag. “...Thomas, then you’ll leave and never come back.”

“Let me go! Fuck you! I’ll sue you for assault!”

I leaned forward close to his ear as he struggled beneath me, but my grip was too tight, and I had his hand at a pressure point, which I knew was painful. “You can’t if you’re dead. Because if you harm Thomas or this coffee shop for something that isyourfault, Iwillkill you.”

He stiffened beneath me. “You… you…”

“I have no trouble making you pay.” It wasn’t that I cared about Thomas or this shop. The man just irritated the fuck out of me, and I was tired of listening to him complain uselessly.

When I let him go, he sat up, straightened his suit, and fixed his hair to the applause of customers behind me.

“You know what? Fuck this,” the man huffed and quickly left the coffee shop, allowing me to step forward and give my order to Thomas.

“I’ll have a medium chai latte with four packs of raw sugar, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup drizzled on top. And warm up one of your cinnamon rolls for me.”

Thomas beamed at me as he sniffed and pushed his glasses up his nose. His blue eyes were bright, and his smile produced dimples in his cheeks. I strangely found his looks compelling, especially the light brown curls threaded with hints of golds and reds.

“Thank you so much for your help,” he said.

“He was annoying.”

He snorted a laugh before leaning in to say quietly, “He wassomean. Your drink is on me because you made my day.”

“I can pay. I make more money than you do.”

He laughed again. “Everyonemakes more money than me.”

Thomas lifted a medium paper coffee cup and a black marker. “What’s the name on the order?”

“Easton.”

“Oh, cool name.”

“Thank you,” I said, learning long ago that people enjoyed pointless politeness. I only did it to fit in, not really caring what people thought of me. If I had to, I’d wear my mask to appear like others, but most days, I didn’t bother because it was mentally exhausting to keep up with all the varying emotions of others. I mostly used it for work if I needed to get close to my target.

“Your order will be right up,” Thomas said, now all smiles and bouncing on his feet. His dimples drew me in for some reason. They brightened his face.

His soft beauty strangely intrigued me and I had sudden thoughts of fucking him. My physical needs had been growing in recent months, but I’d never sought someone to give me a release. Man or woman, it didn’t matter to me, as long as my needs were met.

I’d been spending an inordinate amount of time watching porn and masturbating lately.

I found a small table with a lounge chair and sat down,crossing one leg over the other knee, scrolling through my phone for the latest news. I’ve always liked to stay informed about the world around me. Everything I learned was to my advantage.

A shadow cast above me, and I looked up to find Thomas the barista standing next to me, holding my drink and pastry.

“One medium chai latte with four raw sugars, whipped cream, and a chocolate drizzle.” He winked, which confused me. Why was he winking? “The extra drizzle is on me. And one cinnamon roll, all warmed up.”

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