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"Wish I didn't but, CEOs have gotta be there." Caden muttered, taking the food out of the microwave. |
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"It's fine, babe. Just text me if you want anything." She said quietly |
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He nodded, taking a bite and instantly regretting it as his mouth was set aflame. |
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Rose looked at him, arching a brow. "That's how microwves work, hun" She said teasingly, not trying to be rude |
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"I puth ith in tooth longth" He muttered, chewing it grimly and quickly before forcing it down. "Good Lord that was hot, yet you seem hotter." |
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Rose just blushed, looking down |
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"Shit I regret that," He mused, grabbing a cup of water on the counter before taking a sip and spitting it out in the sink. "Welp that was vodka." Caden mused, grabbing another cup and filling it with water. |
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She smiled softly, rolling her eyes |
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"I haven't drank in weeks, where the hell did that come from?" He questioned, curious. |
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"Not me" She said, hands up |
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