Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Seven: How You Get The Girl
Starring: Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Rom
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2018
"...I...I...Cole...that's. Umm..."
Those few seconds stretched into an eternity as he waited for her answer. Through their video call, he heard a sharp knock at her hotel room door.
"Shit! That's my tour manager. I've got to go Cole." Said Taylor, a panicked looked plastered all over her face.
"No Taylor...please. Give me an answer."
"I'm sorry Cole, I've got to go. We'll talk about this later. I promise. I'm heading back to Rhode Island tonight. I'll call you when I get home."
With that she ended the call. Cole sat on his bed, jism congealing on his lap. He stared at his black phone screen. His world was crashing down around him. So, he did the only thing he could. He stood up, swaying and cleaned himself off. He changed into his pajamas and laid back down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling all night. Sleep never came. He couldn't believe that he had read the situation so poorly. It was over for them. No more Taylor Swift and Cole Stephens. He couldn't play this game anymore. As sunlight began to creep into his room, Cole sat upright. He had reached to a conclusion.
"Screw this." He said. "One more time."
He hurriedly got dressed, throwing whatever he could on. He ran downstairs to get his car from the garage and was on the road before the city had really surged to life. It was only a couple of hours to Taylor's Rhode Island mansion. He stopped only to chug coffee in an attempt to keep himself awake as the roads filled up with commuters. About halfway to his destination, the skies opened up and rain began to cascade down onto the roads. By the time he made it to Rhode Island, it had turned into a full-on storm with sheets of water crashing downwards. When he finally arrived at her mansion, security tried to turn him away. Thankfully some of them knew Cole from previous encounters. Even so Cole tried, not so calmly and rationally, to explain to them the situation. Just as they were about to physically throw him out, the gates swung open. He jumped back in his car and stopped in the driveway, pausing only long enough for a mint and ran through the pouring ran to the front door. By the time he reached it, he was soaked through. He raised his hand to press the doorbell, but before he could, the door swung open. Cole stood there, drenched from the rain and Taylor stood in the threshold, dressed in loungewear. For a moment they simply stared at one another and no one said anything. Taylor was the first to break the silence.
"I broke up with Joe."
Sweet relief flooded Cole as he stepped forward and swept her up in his arms. He kissed her like she was the only girl in the world. And for him, she was. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed. Her lips were like the softest pillows as their lips enveloped one another. As the sparks flew between the two he savored the taste and feel of her tongue, the scent of her hair and the feeling of her warm body against his. He cupped her face as their kiss went on and on, the roar of rain falling in the background. She drew him in closer, wrapping her arms around his muscular form. When their lips finally parted, Cole couldn't muster the effort to say anything. Instead he lifted her up, carrying her in his arms across the threshold and into the stunning mansion. He kicked the door closed behind him with a snap.
"Cole..." Whispered Taylor, tears of joy forming in the corners of her eyes.
He looked down at her. She looked tired as well, as though she had also been up all night.
"Taylor..."
"The bedroom is that way." She said, pointing up the elaborate staircase.
"I remember Swift." He said with a chuckle and kissed her again.