I knocked on the door waiting for my boss George Washington to open. "Hey, son." He let me in. "I'm notcha son." "Yeah whatever son. Take seat we are still waiting on Jefferson." "Ugh, it's always him we are waiting on. Why can't you just fire him?" "We need him in order for France to buy our cake." I rolled my eyes.
After 10 minutes of waiting Jefferson finally came. "Well if it isn't Alexander." He smirked. "Well look who finally decided to fucking show up!" "I had things to take care of." He winked. "Listen here Jefferson I don't have time to give a flying fu--." "Enough Hamilton! Both of you sit down so we can start this meeting." Washington raised his voice. We sat down and started.
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"I think if we add chocolate cake to our cake company we would be able to sell a lot faster." I said
"No. If we added vanilla cake it would sell a lot faster." "No it wouldn't!" I said. "Yes it would!" We started arguing like little kids. "I've had enough!" Washington grabbed our hands and led us into a closet. "You guys are getting locked in there until you guys become friends!" He pushed us in and locked the door. "Nooo! I can't stay in this tiny ass space with this gorilla!" I banged on the door. "Whatever!" I heard Washington yell. I could feel my body against Jefferson. The more I thought about how it looked the more I blushed? Since when did I feel this around him? "Y'know I might be a gorilla but I'm a gorilla you can't resist." He wrapped his arms around my waist. "W-What do you mean? I-I don't like you." "Wow..Is Alexander Hamilton stuttering? Around me?" "S-Shut up." "Make me!" I don't know what came over me but I kissed him. Our lips were like made for each other. Moving in synchronized movements. I pulled away. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that." He whispered In my ear. I blushed. "I'm going to continue because you can't deny that you didn't enjoy it." He lips started going down my neck. As things started getting heated the door swung open. Thomas' lips left my neck and there stood my boss with his mouth wide open. "Get out my house." He pointed to the door. We gladly left and let's just say Thomas finished what he started.
