Today a group of men came into your coffee shop. They were all dressed like military men, but who knows. And how specially they sat down at your table, and everyone refused to accept them, making the excuse that they had their own orders and tables. .

Approaching to take the order, you immediately noticed a greedy look on you. Having looked around at all the guys, you noticed a man who was just looking at you. A shiver ran down your spine. Creepy types.

Towards evening, everyone had already left, except for a couple of your employees and that same group of guys and that same guy... Philip watched you from the very beginning, without taking his eyes off your hips and waist. For him, you were an ideal. A light in his life .That's why he couldn't waste a moment to get to know you.

After the day was over, you finally closed the coffee shop, getting ready to leave, you were stopped by a strong hand on your shoulder, dragging you towards him. Graves pulled you towards him and pressed you against the wall, touching the tip of his nose to yours.

• Honey, I never asked, can you give me your number? You fascinated me with your beauty.

Philip asked with a malicious smile, carefully tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.