Shut The Hell Up And Eat A Cinnamon Roll Guy Novels & Stories

: “Bossman might secretly like jazz funk. Needs further testing.” The whole room exhaled. Max offered her a quiet high-five. By noon, the cinnamon rolls were gone. But the tension? Still very much alive — just rebranded. ---

“Go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you up.” I heard him sigh in the other line. “Please don’t ever think you’re a nuisance or what. I’ll make time if I can. Right now, you’re a priority. I’ll just fix myself and then go there, okay? Do you need anything? Do you want to eat anything?.” I sniffed as I tried to stop myself from crying. “Cinnamon roll,” I answered. I heard him chuckle in the other line. “Alright. Your cinnamon roll is coming. Wait for me,” he murmured.

Instead of replying him, I tsked and sashayed out of the living room to go into the kitchen and grab myself a bowl of cereal. “You haven’t?” He yelled and I had to hide my chuckle. I heard a shuffle of feet and quickly schooled my face into one of seriousness. “Well, what can I do to earn your forgiveness?” I almost gave in with the ‘shot in the leg’ look on his face. ‘Maybe I don’t have to eat cereal.’ I thought to myself. “You can start with your signature cinnamon rolls.” I’d never seen someone get to work so fast. The moment I’d mentioned food, he knew I wasn’t so serious but I loved that he played along with it.

Maybe you’ve never had a chance to lie flat on your back and worry about things you’re helpless to do anything about. The man’s pasty face registered his comprehension of Matt’s implied threat. He cleared his throat as though he were about to choke. ‘You’ve had your say, Mr Rollins. Now, I’m going to call Security.’ ‘Don’t bother. I’m through.’ He took a peppermint out of the basket on the desk on his way out. ‘Appreciate it,* he said, waving the wrapped candy as he went out the door. - - - Wiu sat slumped over the long wooden kitchen table, skimming the remainder of his milk and cereal with the tip of the spoon, his chin propped on one elbow as he stared into the bowl.

Oh there's my precious cinnamon roll. "One cinnamon roll please." "Cinnamon roll one." I said it together with someone right beside me. I turned to see Sky Valentino. He's a famous actor too and I can't believe we ran to each other here. "This is the last one, who's first?" The staff said. "Me." We both answered it at the same time and I turned to him completely glaring. I love my cinnamon roll and will never let anyone take it. "I saw it first." He said.

He noticed. “Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he already unwrapped the cinnamon roll. “Silas basically dragged me outta bed too. I didn’t even get to brush my teeth, let alone eat. So yeah,” he bit into it, muffling the rest, “I’m making up for lost time.” I took a sip of my coffee. One sugar. No milk. Roth picked a frothy cappuccino with extra whipped cream on the side first. He caught my look again and raised a brow. “You think you’re scary with that stare? You’re just mad I thought ahead. Don’t be one of those guys who gets weird over pastries.”

"If you don't mind making me one." "Of course not." "You want cinnamon rolls too?" "Sugar? Uh, yeah? How could I say no?" Robin snorts. "Glad to see something hasn't changed." Five minutes later, Robin is warming up cinnamon rolls that someone named Addison baked for us. His broad back is facing me. I'm taking the time to check out his rear end, so nervous I have to make a conscious effort not to choke on my hot chocolate.

Don yelled from the living room, “Not true, Bug! I bet you and Tony would have already told each other how you felt way before now!” “That’s it, I’m leaving,” Gemma joked, grabbing a plate. "But not before I have a cinnamon roll." She scooped out one of the cinnamon rolls and handed it to Tony, then served herself. She took a bite, enjoying it almost as much as she would have the middle one. “Oh my god these are sweet perfection, Mom,” she managed to say through a mouthful of cinnamon roll.

Shawn’s smile beamed as we locked eyes. “Thanks,” I managed to mutter, distracted by his beautiful dimples. Somehow, he always rendered me speechless. “I see you brought the GOAT of snacks,” he reached into the armful of food I was carrying, snatching a fruit rollup. My cheeks heated furiously at the thought of him knowing I literally only bring these for him. Fruit Roll Up’s are so… artificially fruity. “Appreciate you, Rosie,” he winked, “Better hurry down there before he starts without us.

All of the Paulers in the room visibly relax. _______________________________________________ By lunch, at least one of the groups are relaxed and happy. Who know a pair of underwear could determine a whole packs mood. I head down the empty halls to the library. As I round the corner Nick is waiting with an outstretched cinnamon roll. I sigh and take it. "You are an angel." I tear a pierce off and pop it in my mouth. "You look like shit." He gestures to my outfit of sweats, messy bun and bags under my eyes. We took separate cars so he didn't see me this morning before he left the house.