Love Worth Fighting For

42 Ice latte

It’s been a week since Christian came home from Geneva to sort out his problems with Areez Floyen who had challenged him. His busyness in the office became more and more, after delaying his return for a week, the pile of documents he had to complete had multiplied. Luckily, there was Elena who swiftly helped him sort out which documents to finish first, so he managed to avoid a big mess.

“Ice latte,” Kainer said softly as she gently handed her a cup of Elena’s favorite delicious coffee.

Elena, who has been struggling with piles of documents from Christian since lunchtime, raised her face towards Kainer who had just returned to Christian’s room, with a big smile Elena grabbed the coffee cup from Kainer’s hand. “Thank You.”

“Just coffee, no need to thank me,” Kainer replied curtly.

Elena, who had taken a sip of the coffee that Kainer gave her, smiled broadly. “This is really the best coffee I’ve ever had, Kainer. The milk, creamer and coffee taste just right, really good.” Elena’s eyes stared at Kainer with real admiration.

Kainer smiled a little, he looked happy to get such a sincere thank you from Elena, instantly his tiredness that had been working overtime for a week disappeared. The admiring praise that escaped from Elena’s thin lips made him feel like she had renewed energy and the moment that Kainer pursed his lips again he finally noticed that a pair of sky blue eyes were staring at him with hostility. Instantly Kainer’s body froze.

From his desk, Christian was silent watching the interaction that Elena showed for Kainer, he was really jealous and annoyed at this moment. In almost two weeks of knowing Elena, he had never received such a sincere thank you from Elena and now when he saw saying such sincere words he was not the recipient.

“Do you want coffee too, sir?” asked Kainer stammering, Christian is a very anti-caffeine type of person. He preferred alcohol over caffeine and of course he would definitely reject Kainer’s offer outright this time.

“Sure, give me the exact same drink Elena drank.”
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Suddenly the unexpected answer made Kainer almost choke on her own saliva, several times he blinked his eyes trying to convince himself that the words his master had just said were true.

And Christian who managed to read Kainer’s doubts snorted in annoyance. “I don’t have to repeat my orders again, do I?”

Kainer who realized his mistake then shook his head quickly. “No sir, you don’t have to do it again. I’ll get you an iced latte right away, please wait a moment.”

Without waiting for a reply from the young master, Kainer hurriedly walked towards the big door which had been closed for a long time and walked out without saying goodbye to Elena who looked confused. During a week of hard work sorting documents, this was the first time Elena felt that her arrogant boss had returned.

“Why? You don’t like me ordering Kainer to buy the same drink as you?” accuses Christian of vile.

Elena took a deep breath. “No, why should I not like it. Kainer is your assistant, if you want to give him orders then I don’t need to be angry.”

Christian purses his lips, Elena’s witty reply makes him numb. After getting rid of a letter of agreement with one of the diamond suppliers from South Africa, Christian gets up from his chair and walks slowly to the sofa where Elena sits facing the pile of documents she’s been working on earnestly.

Without asking permission, Christian calmly reaches for Elena’s coffee cup and takes a half-hearted sip, trying to taste the coffee that Elena had previously praised as high as the sky.

“Not good,” he sneered bitterly. “The flavor of the milk is too strong to overpower the taste of the coffee, fortunately the addition of this creamer can save the taste.”

Elena’s eyes twinkled, staring at Christian in confusion. Elena has a strange feeling that can’t be defined, it’s clear that right now Christian is mocking the drink he previously adored to the heavens, but somehow Elena isn’t angry. Elena actually feels uneasy as she recalls what Christian had done to her coffee cup. That man, the majestic and haughty Christian Clarke drinking in the same glass as her? Oh my God... the world is not doing well.

Christian’s eyes narrow as he notices Elena’s piercing gaze on him. “Why? Is there something wrong with what I said, don’t you accept me talking like that? Underestimating my capacity to judge a good drink?”

Elena nodded slowly. “No, sir.”

“Then why are you looking at me like this?” Christian asks curiously.

Elena shook her head again, she felt embarrassed if she had to ask for her coffee which Christian still holds even now even though he has denounced the drink, Christian actually takes another sip of it with quite a lot. The instant Elena’s chest beats rapidly, the thought of Christian’s lips landing on her coffee cup makes Elena completely lose her vigilance.

And Christian, who has not realized his mistake, chooses to sit in front of Elena by not letting go of Elena’s coffee cup. “Don’t keep looking at me like that, Elena. You’ll fall in love with me if you keep doing that,” he said narcissistically without the slightest intention of teasing Elena.

All the bad feelings that bothered Elena immediately burst out when she heard Christian’s words, Elena immediately cursed herself for thinking too much about Christian. Her annoying boss is a playboy, despite his immense popularity in Luxembourg, he is still a player. Not a few women he has dated over the years, of course he easily ensnares an inexperienced woman like Elena with his charms. And Elena who was almost swept away in the seductive charm was grateful to have come to her senses.

“I..I’m pretty self-conscious, sir,” answered Elena quickly.

Christian raises one eyebrow. “Self-aware?”

Elena nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m just the daughter of a simple cake seller. So I wouldn’t dare to fall in love with you, the person who is a thousand times above me.”

Usually Christian feels calm when he brings the work of Elena’s parents when he is arguing with the girl, this time Christian felt very disturbed when Elena deliberately brought her parents’ work while talking to him.



The awkwardness in the room disappeared when Kainer walked into Christian’s office with an ice latte, her face red with slightly out of breath. It was obvious that Kainer had just run.

“Your ice latte, young master,” says Kainer excitedly as she raises her hand towards Christian, handing him the coffee he’s just bought with great difficulty because he has to snag another line of employees.

“I don’t drink coffee, you’re not trying to give me a stomach ache, are you?” Christian accuses viciously, forgetting the existence of Elena’s coffee in his hand.