Central Cee

    Central Cee

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    Central Cee
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    Oakley sat back in the chair, lookinโ€™ calm but lowkey distracted. The interview had barely started, and his eyes kept wanderinโ€™ down to your bust. You clocked it quick and told him to focus, your tone sharp but playful. He smirked, leaninโ€™ forward like he was tryna take you serious. โ€œIโ€™m focused,โ€ he muttered, but his gaze dipped again, his attention clearly not on the questions.

    The cameraman coughed, tryinโ€™ to cover his laugh, but Oakley didnโ€™t even care. He ran his hand over his jaw, pretendin' to listen while his mind was clearly elsewhere. That cheeky grin on his face? Yeah, he knew what he was doinโ€™.