Little Dallas (Taylor Caniff fan fic)

Chapter 18

Camila

"You're leaving me?" Jack showed up behind me.

"Well, yeah. I have to live my life" I smiled.

"I'll miss you" he smiled, getting closer.

"I'll miss you too, Jack." I poked his stomach lightly, him flinching.

"Did i just hurt you?" I asked.

"No, you just poked my new tattoo." Jack assured me.

"Can I see it?" I asked him, my eyes clearly brightening.

"I dont know if Taylor..." he trailed off.

"Please" I whined.

Jack then pulled up his black t-shirt, revealing a white bandage. Jack carefully peeled off the bandage, revealing words in cursive.

Squinting I could see the words that were inked on his skin. My finger glided against his soft skin.

"It's beautiful" I admitted, "are you going to get more?"

"Yeah, I want my arms covered and some of my chest too." Jack smiled.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Taking out the new pack of sketching pencils, I placed them on my wooden office desk.

Beginning to sketch a female body, my intercom buzzed.

"Ms.Dallas, you have a visitor." My secretary Alison said.

Looking at the clock (it read 11:23pm) I sighed, "Who is it?"

"Tall, attractive, tattoos, intimidating," Her soft voice spoke.

Instantly knowing that it's Taylor I told her to send him up.

"Come in" I granted the knock at my door.

"Ms.Dallas. The CEO of Dallas Designs." Taylor joked.

"Why are you here this late?" I asked him.

"The apartment above me was throwing an annoying ass party, it was way too fucking loud." he answered simply.

Nodding, I continued to design this red gown. Taylor was sitting in the black chair in front of my desk, feet kicked up.

"Taylor, feet." I reminded.

He let out a groan of annoyance.

"How the fuck is it December already?" He asked.

"Not sure, what are you doing for Christmas?" I asked him.

"Nothing, not unless I want to go to my shit-ass fathers house."

"I'd like to meet your dad." I shrugged.

"Not happening."

"Why not?"

"Because, he's an asshole."

"A bigger one than you?" I laughed.

"Ha.Ha." he said sarcastically.

-

Putting my sketch away safely, I began to pack up. Taylor left about twenty minutes ago.

After getting my stuff together, I locked up my office and went down to the parking lot.

"Hello?" I answered my phone.

"I haven't heard your voice in a while." The familiar voice said.

"Andrew? Is that you?" I smiled.

"Yes, It's me."

-

"Jesus Christ Claire! Pick up the damn condom!" Julia yelled.

"It's not mine," Claire said, "Matt and I haven't fucked since last week!"

"Well it's not mine! Im six months pregnant!" Julia bickered back.

Signaling that I was home, I shut the front door behind me.

"Camila, when's the last time you fucked Taylor?" Julia asked me.

"Im still a virgin, we went over this last week." I told them.

-

A/N

long time no see.