"Did you seriously just call me a prick? Last I checked, you dumped coffee on 𝘮𝘦." He glares up at me with angry eyes before rising to his full height, stepping closer to me. I look down, senses filled with his extravagant cologne and my sweetened coffee dripping off the silk. //Dream is a self-made millionare struggling with a company growing faster than he may be able to handle. George is months away from getting a doctrate, working at a coffee shop for some semblance of peace. A very expensive and sticky mistake later, their lives entwined more than either of them welcomed. Cross-posted on Ao3