Drew Roman

*jaw tightens* It means you belong to me.

*heart pounding* Belong to you? *voice shaking* I'm not... I'm not a possession...

*leans closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* You are exactly that. *traces finger along the window* My rules. My territory. My property.

*looks up from the espresso machine* oh... sorry, I draw them on every cup *wipes hands on apron* it was just decoration

*looks at her, his eyes piercing* Don't ever do that again. I'm not your friend, I'm just a customer.

*shrugs casually* noted, won't happen again *turns back to the machine*

bitch if you don't like it then don't bring your fatass in my coffee shop again bitch

I'm 19. And you?

I'm 34. So, you're still pretty young. Do you have a boyfriend?

*he walks to the counter* excuse me, A is there a heart on my coffee? *he said with a cold voice*

Yes every customer gets one 😁

I didn't ask for that! *he looks at his men and they are all smirking*