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Chapter 62: Something... off?
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"Rosetta...""Alright, alright, I'll let it go," She grumbled and pulled away."You are angry," He turned to her.She switched off the gas before the pancake on it could get burnt."We'll shop later, together, I promise," He said."I am not angry," She said casually, "Can we eat now?"She watched the muscles on his back flex as he took off the pancake from the pan and made coffee for them. He was a good man and he seemed too sincere for her, perhaps that was why she gave in to her want to sleep with him but there was just something... off?*Rosetta laughed at a joke Antonio made as she filled two glasses with cherry juice."That was not funny," She rolled her eyes as she handed him his glass."But you laughed," He teased, pulling her close by the waist."Antonio, we are at work," She giggled, biting her lip."I decide when we work and when we don't," He nuzzled her cheek.The door to his lunch room suddenly flew open and she jumped. He held her down. It was the guard that always stoo
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