LILA POV

The moment I stepped into Rafael's office, cappuccino in hand, I regretted every life decision that led me here.

He didn't look up. Just sat there, signing documents, his forearms flexing as he gripped the pen a little too tightly. But immediately I placed the cup on his desk, his hand stopped. The pen dropped. Slowly. Or maybe intentionally.

His eyes lifted. Those damn fucking eyes.

Burning. And... thinking about the same keywords over and over again irks me.

"What... is this?"

I blinked, already knowing. "Your coffee, sir."

He stared at the cup as if it insulted his entire bloodline.

"You brought me a cappuccino." His voice...