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five

calum hood smiled at his boyfriend. he thought michael is sososo beautiful. he didn't think he could live without him.

michael clifford also thought the same, but this red haired guy loved the money more than the person, calum.

"so, you're going to check on your father's employees?" michael asked, his head perked up from a bundle of calum's soft blue blanket.

our clueless rich kid nodded, "yeah, just to introduce myself. someday i'll be their boss, though. so why not?" then he shrugged.

the word boss means more money in michael's pretty little head. and oh, how he loved it.

honestly, if you asked michael where would he be in ten years, he'd say 'rolling around in a pool of money, oh, with calum also' without hestitation.

i know you all think michael is just a gold digger, well he did love calum. michael loved calum, four years ago. michael loved calum and the money, two years ago. michael loved calum (less) and the money (more), present.

"wanna come with me?" calum hood's voice snapped michael back into reality, making all the dollar signs around him disappeared.

michael looked at a pair of brown eyes across the room, confused. "why?"

calum, then again, shrugged, "so that my future employees can meet their future boss's partner in life? duh."

michael clifford, for the first time today, smiled genuinely, "okay."

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(a/n) hi babes hi

-bia