Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

twisted games

THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK
I want to make that very clear, so don't come for me. This is Twisted Games by Ana Huang where I replaced Bridget and Rhys with Taylor and Travis. I do not own anything, I just thought it would be fun. I changed a few things to make it relevant.

"Taylor." A calm voice with reached my ears. "Sorry to interrupt, but Tree called. There's an emergency." I glanced up at the man looming over me and my date, alarm crossing my expression.

"Oh, no. It must be serious. She never calls for emergencies." I spared a glance at Joe, who didn't seem fazed. "Would you mind terribly if I..."

"Of course not," He said, releasing his hold from around my waist. "I understand. Please, take the call. I'll be here."

I heard a low rumble from Travis' chest as I stepped out of Joe's arms and turned to follow him off the dance floor, lifting up the hem of my dress as I walked so I wouldn't stumble on anything. Nothing made sense; why would Travis be the one to give me the message? I didn't even know he would here until I'd caught his eye across the dance floor. This was supposed to be a party for people in the music industry, so you could imagine my surprise when I'd seem him glaring at Joe across the room. I had struggled with the decision to bring Joe ever since we'd drifted apart, but the information wasn't available to the public yet, and we had to keep up appearances. But to have my kind of ex-boyfriend and the man I fucked on the side in the same room was not a problem I thought I'd have to face tonight.

"Tree didn't call." Travis told me as we exited the reception room.

"What?" My brows knitted together in confused. "Then why did you..."

"He was getting too close." Travis said through clenched teeth, and a muscle pulsed in his jaw. I struggled to keep up with him as the frown on my face cleared and I glanced around to make sure no one was listening before lowering my voice to a whisper.

"You know I had to dance with him."

"You danced with him twice."

"Travis, he's technically my date." I winced as I spoke, knowing it sounded wrong coming from my lips. Knowing I'd regret saying that.

"Get in." Travis ordered me, stopping in front of the library. Ducking my head, I swallowed nervously but obeyed without argument.

Travis followed me inside and I heard the swift click as he locked the door behind us. The room wasn't fully furnished yet, and it was empty save for a rug, a table, and a large mirror. The lights were off, but there was enough moonlight streaming through the curtains for me to spot Travis' steely expression when I turned to look at him. Gods, he was mad.

"I told you, I had to bring him. Everyone expected me to show up with him as my date and it would've been weird if I only dance with him once." I said, trying to defend my actions.

"Stop saying the word 'date.'" The words came out soft and dangerous, and I shivered as his tons washed over me. I watched as he walked over to the table by the window, leaning against it as his eyes searched mine possessively. He seemed angry, but at what, I didn't know. "Take off your dress." He said.

"Travis..."

"Take. It. Off."

My breath hitched at his commanding tone, but I didn't dare argue back a second time. Instead, I reached my arms behind my back and did as he asked, never letting my eyes stray from his for a single moment. Other than our harsh breaths, the soft metallic slide of the zipper was the only sound breaking the silence. Travis remained still as my dress pooled around my ankles, leaving me in only my lace bra and thong. Trembles wracked me - from anticipation or the slight chill in the air, I wasn't sure. Probably a mixture of both.