Angela

Vacation was over. I was relieved to get back to work but I only ended up being extremely disappointed. I thought that work would keep my mind busy but instead my mind was filled with Jaxon and that stupid question of his.

I wanted to ask him so many questions like why did he save me yesterday? Or why does he kiss me so randomly now? And most of all why does he smell like flowers? It was a never ending list of questions.

“Yo Ange, are you alright? Your mind seems to be elsewhere.” Stephen pointed out as he wiped a cup with a rag. I sighed and said “I’m having boy problems.” This made Stephen’s eyes widened as he dropped the cup onto the floor making it shatter to pieces. Fran, one of my best friends just got back from vacation ran from the employee room once she heard the shattering of the cup.

“What happened?” she looked at the cup then at Stephen who stood above the broke cup. I rolled my eyes at how dramatic he was being. Stephen looked over at Fran and said “Angela is having boy problems.” This time it was Fran’s eyes that widened.

“What happened Ange? Are you okay? Did you get pregnant?” Fran attacked me with questions. I frowned at her last question and said “I don’t just go sleeping with random people Fran! Besides… it’s none of your business.” As I faced away from them.

“Ah… it must be him.” Fran said teasingly. I frowned wondering what the hell they were talking about. Stephen smirked and said “Oh yes, definitely him.” How did they know about Jaxon? Were they watching? My pulse was racing at the thought of them spying on me.

“I can explain…” I started out.

“Aha! So it was him.” Fran shouted out in victory.

“Jaxon is just—” but I didn’t get to finish when both Stephen and Fran asked together “Who’s Jaxon?”

“Then who were you guys talking about?” I asked them, utterly confused.

“We don’t know… we just teased you until you spilled the details. Payback baby!” Fran said happily as she gave a high-five to Stephen. I rolled my eyes at the two and said “Whatever, I’m not Jaxon’s type.”

“But you’re every guy’s type.” Stephen said.

“I wish that were the case.” I said softly. Tenderly remembering the moment Jaxon rejected me, telling me I wasn’t his type.

“So you must really like this guy, Ange. You’ve never really been hung up on a guy like this.” Fran said as both of my best friends started leaning in towards me with interest written all over their faces. “Spill the details, what is he like?” Stephen asked.

Suddenly the bell at the entrance rang, signaling that we had a customer. All three of us turned towards the entrance with smiles on our faces as we greeted our customer “Welcome to Fancy Cups!”

As I opened my eyes I completely and most utterly froze to death. There standing near the entrance was none other than the source of my boy problems, Jaxon. Unfortunately, he was wearing a shirt just like last time. He was extremely handsome as he stood there looking uninterested in everything.

Once again, he looked very handsome. He had his long dark locks in a ponytail that sat calmly on his right shoulder.

“You work here?” he asked as he walked up to the counter. I looked down trying to hide the fact that his voice sent shivers down my back. I ignored his question not really wanting to seem like I was friendly with him so that Stephen and Fran won’t suspect anything.

“Hey, it’s our new neighbor.” Stephen spoke up. Fran looked at Jaxon up and down then approached him. “Hi, my name is Francesca and I’m the owner of this place and your new neighbor as well.” she spoke cheerfully.

Jaxon looked at them with a bored expression and said “I don’t really care, I just want my coffee.” When he was near me I couldn’t help but inhale his scent of flowers and a slight smell of cigarettes. Fran looked at Jaxon with one of her famous glares, I could tell she was absolutely ticked at him.

Jaxon told me his order, he opened his mouth again as if he was going to ask me a question but Stephen suddenly asked a question that I dreaded the most. “Hey man, what’s your name?”

Jaxon looked over to Stephen and Fran who were awaiting his reply as he raised an eyebrow. He then looked over at me and noticed my look of dread, his glance went back over to Stephen and Fran, and said “Jaxon King.”

I didn’t have to look at the both of them to know that they were staring at me. I could feel their stares burning through my skull.

“Oh… I see.” Fran said, just by looking at her face I know she was planning something evil. “Wow, Ange. You sure got quiet when our customer came in… that’s so unlike you.” Stephen teased. I could literally choke these two to death, no matter how much I love them.

Everything was suddenly awkward that’s until Fran got started on making Jaxon’s coffee. Stephen started cleaning a few tables. Jaxon still stood in front of me, I curse myself for being so quiet and submissive in front of him. Towards other men I could practically be the dominant one but when it comes to this sexy beast I find myself bowing my head.

Jaxon suddenly leaned in towards me and said “You still haven’t answered my question… do you prefer to be the bottom or top?” his smirk look devilishly handsome on his face. I frowned as best as I could and replied “You have no business in knowing that.”

“And what if I do?” he asked. His face was dangerously near mine, it’s unfair that he’s tall enough to lean over the counter. “You don’t.” I countered. His face was so near mine that his scent was overwhelming. I felt like I was drowning in flowers.

“Here’s your order.” Fran said as she gave Jaxon his coffee. Jaxon gave a nod and turned away to walk out of the shop but before he could reach the entrance he turned his head to face me. “See you later… Angel.” As he smirked and left.

Stephen and Fran started playfully shoving me, gushing over how Jaxon was practically taking my clothes off with his eyes. Stephen also complained that he claimed dibs but said that Jaxon wasn’t his type because Jaxon was too much of a douche.

The day went by quick but a certain scenario kept replaying in my head, the moment when Jaxon said my name. The way he said my name was so fucking sexy but when was Jaxon never sexy? The way my name rolled off his tongue felt so natural. I could listen to him say my name all day even if it was my nickname. Mostly, people called me Ange but the people who called me Angel were my family. So Jaxon calling me Angel made me feel like a freaking Angel indeed.

My head was in the clouds that I didn’t notice Stephen talking to me.

“Hello, earth to Ange! Are you done visiting planet Jaxon?” he asked as he waved a hand in front of my face. “Oh, sorry Steph. What did you say?” I asked. Stephen grinned as he asked “We’re still hitting the club later, right? Or do you want to visit the handsome stud next door?”

I frowned and said “What the hell are you talking about Steph? I need to hit the dance floor and probably drink myself till I pass out.” Stephen gave a cheer and said “There’s the Ange I know. You’ve been mellow lately.”

I grinned and said “I guess I just need to recharge and hit the club.”

Hopefully, going to the club would keep my mind from thinking about a certain silver eyed guy.