The Coffee Girl

Chapter 3

The following week, he went to that coffee shop and the same girl greeted him with a huge smile, he ordered his usual, noticing that the place was empty again, and sat in the same place in front of the bar. The girl put the cup of coffee in front of him and stared at him as if she wanted to say something to him, but again she didn't.

Ichigo was curious as to why the girl was looking at him that way, so after taking a sip of his coffee, he looked up and the girl quickly looked away.

Ichigo had caught her watching him and that made him smile.

— Tell me I'm not the only customer at this place. — Ichigo commented with a slight smile to see how nervous the girl was when she heard that question.

— No, it's just luck. — The girl answered without knowing where to put her hands until she left them inside the apron she had on. — This place is always packed in the mornings, it's just that customers seem to run away when you're about to arrive, Mr. Kurosaki.

It was the first time that the girl had called him that way, it was always just "sir", but evidently the girl had been wanting to say that to him, because at the moment of pronouncing his last name, the blush covered her cheeks in a charming way. He liked how his last name sounded in the girl's tone of voice, he liked it much more than it should.

— Are you implying that I'm like a predator? — He asked raising one of his eyebrows with that kind of smile that reaffirmed the idea that he was a "predator".

The girl turned so red that she didn't know where to look for a second until she came up with a clever answer.

— You are a politician and all politicians are predators. — The girl replied making Ichigo laugh, who conceded that she was right.

Finishing his coffee, he paid cash again and before leaving, he looked at the girl for a moment before giving her a flirtatious smile.

— I like the coffee in this place, I will come next Thursday.

— I'll be here waiting for you, Mr. Kurosaki.

Ichigo got into his car and took one last look at the girl in the cafeteria who was collecting things from the bar. He liked how his last name sounded in that girl's tone of voice but he preferred to stop thinking about it and better think about other things, like what Byakuya would do to him if he were to hurt Rukia in any way.

Before starting the car, his phone rang with an incoming call from Rukia, who sounded quite relieved as she started to speak.

— It is negative. I'm not pregnant.

That news was like taking a huge weight off for both of them.

Neither he nor Rukia wanted more children, and it wasn't the first time they'd gotten such a "scare" because they couldn't resist the desire to make love. The most recent scare had been a few months ago, when both had traveled to another country for a "light assignment" from Byakuya and had stayed a couple more days in the place. They had fantasized a little in the hotel and when they ran out of condoms, neither of them cared about that detail.

The weeks after that night of romance in the hotel until she took the pregnancy test were tense, but every time they brought up the subject, all they thought about was all they had to do to ensure the life that might be on the way if the result was positive.

The reason they didn't want more children was because of the kind of life they led; it was too dangerous to have children, they could die at any moment and their children would be left alone or they could be victims in some dangerous situation. It wouldn't be the first time it happened.

Both of them had once planned to have many children, but those plans were simply forgotten.

— Wonderful, I'll pick you up when you're ready and we'll go to lunch.

— Will you pick me up? Where are you? I thought you were in your office and I was about to come up to see you.

Ichigo swore silently at that and took another look at the cafeteria, the girl was still there and it seemed that she was listening to music with her headphones.

— No, I'm not there, I went out for a coffee. Do you want one?

— Yeah, you know the way I like it.

— Just like sex.

Ichigo diverted the conversation to other topics and, while talking to Rukia on the phone, he got out of the car and entered the cafeteria again to order a coffee just the way his wife liked it.

Rukia's office was a few floors below his, and Byakuya's was all the way to the top of the Kuchiki Tower. Byakuya had a private elevator that both Ichigo and Rukia, as well as the twins, used when they were in the Kuchiki Tower.

Ichigo took the elevator and pressed the number of the floor Rukia's office was on. He calmly arrived at the place, greeted Rukia's secretary, who announced him before allowing him to enter, and greeted his wife with a kiss on the lips before leaving a coffee on the table along with her favorite muffin.

Rukia saw the brand of coffee and then looked at him. She took a sip of the hot drink and savored the taste.

— You know, this coffee is not as good as the one you gave me on Thursday. — Rukia added, looking at him out of the corner of her eye before getting up from her chair only to hug him and speak brushing her coffee-flavored lips against his. — When you go get that coffee, bring me one, just like the one you brought me the other day. I liked it.

— I liked it too. — Ichigo whispered against his wife's lips before kissing her in that way that didn't bode well or decently, just like the way he held her around the waist.

— But? I feel like there is a "but" in this sentence.

— You already know that answer, my love. — Ichigo smirked as he kissed his wife one more time making her angry and walking away from her before she hit him. — I'll go get the kids, they're having hamburgers today.

— Are you going to cook? Last time you almost burned down the kitchen. — Rukia reminded him with a raised eyebrow, clearly annoyed at the way he deflected the topic she intended to bring up again.

— I didn't burn it. — He defended himself against that accusation. — Also, the twins had a lot of fun... and you did too.

— There was flour everywhere.

— But you can't complain about the taste of the muffins because they tasted good.

— I bought them.

— You bought them, I made them… it doesn't matter, the kids had fun. — Ichigo approached Rukia with a smile, holding her by the waist and feeling her small hands on his shoulders. — The kids are going on a trip tomorrow, come home early.

— I just finish a few things and get home. I'm going to miss them. — Rukia's voice sounded a bit sad and he hugged her in comfort.

— They will be fine, they will be with my parents and the bodyguards that Byakuya will surely send. — Ichigo paused. — Besides, I already made a reservation at the restaurant.

Those words seemed to have the effect he expected on Rukia, since his birthday was near and they would both be alone that day.

— That reminds me of one thing... I already have your present.

— Oh yeah? And what is?

— I won't tell you, otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise.

Ichigo set aside a day in his schedule to go for coffee and called it his relaxation time. That empty cafeteria was the blank space he needed to escape all the maelstrom around him. Politics consumed a lot of energy, and attending to Byakuya's business was another matter he didn't even want to think about.

— You seem tired, do you want it to be a double, Mr. Kurosaki? — The girl asked as he sat back down at the bar.

The place was empty and little by little he had started to strike up a conversation with the girl, about the coffee, about the place, about the neighborhood, but never about her and never about him. The conversation usually lasted as long as the hot coffee was in his cup, then Ichigo paid for the coffee and left.

— The usual is fine.

Ichigo didn't need any extra caffeine in his system for the day.

The girl made him the usual coffee and placed it in front of him, opened the display case where the desserts were displayed and took out a slice of chocolate cake, took the melted caramel and wrote something on the plate in beautiful calligraphy something on the plate before presenting it in front of Ichigo. He hadn't ordered cake and was surprised to see the girl put it in front of him.

— From the house. Happy birthday, Mr. Kurosaki. — The girl said with a smile and a nice blush on her cheeks as she said that.

— How do you know today is my birthday? — Ichigo asked looking at the girl with narrowed eyes, leaning his elbow on the bar and holding his head without losing the smile that gesture caused him.

— The magazines say it, where you go out with your wife it mentions it and I remembered it was today. — The nervous girl explained.

— Don't read those magazines so much, sometimes they don't say anything good. — Ichigo relaxed his posture, looked at the slice of cake and saw the congratulations written in melted caramel. He smiled and looked at the girl, again. — I'll buy you a coffee and a slice of cake, I can't celebrate my birthday alone.

— No, it would not be correct. — The girl replied, politely refusing that request.

— So will you let me celebrate my birthday alone? — Ichigo asked, carefully holding the hand of the girl who was leaning on the bar, next to the cake plate, and giving her a charming smile.

The girl did not remove her own hand until after a moment, she accepted the invitation and poured herself a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake, sat down in front of him and congratulated him on his birthday again. The girl absentmindedly hummed the tune of the birthday song as she ate the cake and Ichigo stared at her for a moment until the girl looked up from her plate and stared into his eyes.

— Will you have a big party like in the magazines, Mr. Kurosaki?

Ichigo was silent for a moment, the girl couldn't look at him like that, ask that question and say his last name with that tone of voice that seemed too captivating.

— Why? Do you want me to invite you to the party? — Ichigo asked raising an eyebrow coming out of that momentary trance caused by those eyes. The girl blushed and quickly shook her head, apologizing for the audacity to ask.

Ichigo paid the total consumption and the girl, like every time, gave him the payment ticket.

Getting into the car, Ichigo noticed that the girl's name was written on the paper along with a phone number. For a moment he stared at the number and crumpled the paper, he knew what that number meant and he knew that saving it was not a good idea. He had been flirting with the girl and if Byakuya found out, his neck would be in danger, and he knew there were worse things than death, even death was merciful compared to everything Byakuya could do to him if he caught him cheating on Rukia.

He couldn't deny that being in that cafeteria brought him peace and he decided to fool himself by saying that if Byakuya found out, he could say that the girl was just a friend. He could have friends, it wasn't a crime to have friends who were girls.

After saving the number, he texted the girl and left.

—

For dinner that night, Rukia was wearing a pretty black dress and a pair of new designer high heels. Ichigo liked Rukia's legs and he liked them better when she wore those kind of heels. Making love to her while she was wearing those kinds of heels had become a fetish that they only enjoyed on very specific nights.

They went out to dinner at a quite exclusive restaurant, they ate, they laughed and when they returned to the house, Rukia sent him to the living room and made him wait there.

— I'll text you when you can come up, my love.

Rukia promised him with a flirtatious tone that made Ichigo use all his self-control not to follow his wife at that moment because they both knew what was going to happen in the room.

They had the house to themselves, even the servants had left early that night, so Ichigo sat on one of the living room couches and went through the text messages that had accumulated during dinner. Most were birthday messages from his friends and acquaintances, but the ones he really liked were the messages from his children, who had sent him a video wishing him a happy birthday together with their parents.

The next day he would show it to Rukia to call them like they did every day since the children left.

Everything was fine until his phone vibrated and he started getting too many messages in a row from the coffee girl and that gave him a bad feeling. When his phone stopped vibrating, he opened the conversation and the first message read: "Your gift, Mr. Kurosaki."

He started to scroll through the conversation and discovered that it was several photos of the coffee girl wearing red lingerie.

A very pretty and provocative red lingerie.

Ichigo looked up to where the stairs leading to his room were supposed to be and then he looked back at the phone just to admire the full photo shoot the girl had sent him which, although it didn't show her face, her long brown hair gave her away.

In the end, the girl sent him a home video of her masturbating in front of the camera and moaning his last name in such a sensual way that it inevitably made him have an erection that asked to be calmed down.

Ichigo swore at himself but watched the photos a few more times before saving them along with the video, and then texted the girl: "You don't want to be the prey."

The girl didn't answer.

Moments later, a text came from Rukia telling him that he could go up to the room now. Ichigo deleted the conversation with the girl and adjusted his pants trying to hide that watching that video had made him hard.

Entering the room, he found Rukia sitting on the bed, dressed in a gorgeous black nightwear and the same expensive pair of heels she had worn to dinner, along with her lips painted too bright a red. Ichigo looked at his wife and smiled at the way she was waiting for him. Without wasting time, he approached her to kiss her and Rukia caressed him noticing that he was already hard.

— Did you watch porn without me? — Rukia asked with a sly smile as she began to open his pants without taking her eyes off him from her position, sitting on the bed.

— Yes, but nothing like your moans to brighten my night. — Ichigo replied before making Rukia get up from the bed to make her sit on him and give her a couple of kisses on her neck breathing in the scent of that perfume that drove him crazy. — I hope you don't like this nightgown so much, because if it doesn't come off fast, I'm going to rip it.

Ichigo's warning made Rukia laugh, who immediately took control just for the pleasure of torturing him a little before the inevitable.

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