Chapter 51

• “Where the fuck did you get this from? It fucking tastes like a frog’s pee” Lorenzo asked Dolan after he poured away the mouthful of coffee in his mouth. Dolan looked surprised. What was all the drama for?
• “Dark and brown shots…” Lorenzo cut him in.
• “I only want coffee prepared by Chlöe,” he said and stormed off to the poolside. He brought out his phone wanting to text Chlöe to come over to his house but he relented. What excuse would he give? He sighed and used a palm to wipe his face as he settled to think about the woman that had been occupying his heart lately. Everything else that wasn’t Chlöe’s coffee made me nauseous and also even tasted like vomit in his mouth. Every other face that wasn’t hers also made him want to gag.