CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE
“Over here,” I turned to the source of the voice, finding Lucian sitting at the corner of the coffee shop. After the burgers and ice cream jar, I had dropped her home but the worst part of it had been to endure her family gushing on and on about how we’d be the power-Alpha couple once we got married. It was painful especially taking into account that she was now with someone else, someone I was now being forced to talk to if I had any chance to figure what exactly went down between my father and Ronald Bishop.
“Coffee with cream. I didn’t take you to be the type. I thought you liked it dark and bitter just like yourself.” I pointed out as I sat across him. He merely chuckled in amusement.
“I like switching when its convenient. I could order it dark and bitte
