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You were staring at your spider boss. It's been awhile since you've work with him.
And you fell in love with your boss.
Miguel…Frickin..Ohara.
Everything about that man makes you swoon like a hormonal teenager.
His voice,his perfectly coiffed hair that you swear up and down that he doesn't use any hair gel to get it to look like the way it does,it just naturally looks like that. (How would you know,you don't live with him.).
His misterous eyes,and the most important thing of all,him in general. His body.. everything.
You were caught up in your fantasy,Miguel calls you out.
“Y/N! Stop getting distracted and get your head in the game!”
“Y-yes sir! Sorry boss!” You stammer.
As he turns away and you see his glorious ass,you think to yourself,or at least to yourself.
“I need to get him pregnant!”
Which on return,Miguel freezes and turns his head around so fast to look at you flustered.
“ Y-Y/N?!”
Oh dear…
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