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"The coldness is back." Fathia grumbled. "I'm hungry. Let's eat." Jess laughed even more. "Fathia and eating. Two inseparable things, huh?" The black-haired girl grinned. Jess was right. Fathia loved to eat, especially pasta. Covered with cheese and a taste of savory and slightly sour tomato sauce. That combination was what Fathia always loved in her life. "Where to eat?" "Asya will make pasta for me." Jess felt like slapping Fathia hard. Damn. She thought she would be out of her café area. Turns out...

Don't be so harsh. Then he turned to me. "Mr. Depp, if you eat that pasta with worms, apologize publicly, and ask for my forgiveness, I'll give you a chance to work under me. "If you want to succeed, you have to know when to bend and when to stand tall. "Aren't you the one who taught me that?" Wendy lifted an eyebrow but didn't stop him. She simply crossed her arms and watched. In her mind, Tristan held all the cards now.

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This time my laughter prolonged for much more time than it usually would. He looked at me dubiously. " Congratulations,doc. My pasta didn't kill you but made you crazy. " "Alexander King. " I grinned. "I, Dr. Celia, officially declare that you made the world's best fucking pasta. " Even I can't believe my own taste buds. The pasta is too good. Yummy, delicious are not the words to praise it. I need much more. This time,I ran into the kitchen and took the whole bowl and started to dig in.

Dell groaned rubbing his tummy “Should I order food for you?” Dante asked him and he shook his head “I don't want any food I just want home cooked pasta” Dell pouted, “Dell we can just order food, pasta is pasta right?” Zack muttered in confusion and we all nodded except Dell “No, eatery pastas gives me allergies, I don't know if it's what they cook or because it's from the eatery but it always makes me nauseous and right now I want to eat only pasta my tummy is hurting so bad” Dell whined rubbing his tummy

She asked clearly not happy with my first answer. "He told me that you were the one he spoke of during his last visit my dear." Anthony answered and my face turned to him as I raised an eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. "Anything?" Anthony asked me and I nodded. "Oooooo is he just going to bring out whatever he wants?" She asked smiling at me. I nodded, "Yes. He likes to show off his latest creations, a new sauce, or even a new dessert. But his Tiramisu cannot be beaten." I answered.

She pops five more into her mouth, moaning. "And this?" She asked, pointing at a slice of pastitsio. "It's pastitsio, a baked pasta dish made with ground beef and béchamel sauce." She immediately scarfs down the slice, her eating habits would be bizarre if I didn't find it so arousing. I love it when my woman isn't shy to eat, I never liked those women who preferred to eat salads over what they truly wanted.

HANA "Baby, you love, Pasta. It's our food. Remember?" Celia shook her head, crossing her hands across her chest. "I hate Pasta. I never want to see that again or smell that." The next second, Alexander ordered the waiter to take the plate away from our table. He was so sure she would like the Pasta. I asked him to wait until Celia came out from the washroom. But he ordered it, saying he knows her wife well.