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If we were closer in age maybe It would've been fine (Part 1)

I had been in Taylor's inner circle for a while, and as we grew closer, there was always a bit of tension between us. One night, we crossed a line—we slept together.

The problem? I work for her. A few months after that "accident" that no one acknowledges, I found myself at another one of her gatherings.

I was sitting at the table with Blake, Gracie, Ryan, Gigi, and Taylor's other closest friends. I was the youngest, only 19, while Taylor was 26.

Her house was so cozy, with dim lights and candles scattered everywhere. The room was filled with laughter, plenty of alcohol, and snacks. Taylor was in the kitchen cleaning up, and I thought about helping her, but I was already a bit tipsy. I knew I wouldn't be much help.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. I felt her hands gently touch my shoulders, and I swear I could have melted right then.

She leaned in, whispering, "Hey, how are you feeling?" She had that smile—the one that always gets to me. She started massaging my arms and shoulders. "I'm alright," I murmured, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the way her presence made me feel. I knew Taylor didn't date younger girls, especially not someone like me who worked for her; she had her rules and limits.

"Be a good girl and enjoy yourself. I can sense you're not," she said softly. Then, just as quickly, she removed her hands, stepped back, and stared at the back of my head for a moment before walking away to sit at the other end of the bench.

Does she know what she's doing? Am I just imagining things? God, I really don't know.

Blake pulled me out of my thoughts by asking, "Another drink?" I answered confidently, laughing, "Yes, a big one." After that "big one," there were even more drinks than I had planned. I was fully wasted before I knew it.

I stumbled toward Taylor. "Hey, Tay," I slurred, falling into her. She held my waist to steady me. "Okay, who got you so drunk?" she asked with a smile. I whispered, "Shhh, I remember you told me to be a good girl and enjoy myself." I looked up at her, and she gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher.

After a few seconds, I added, "Or are you jealous of who I enjoyed myself with?" I looked into her eyes with a mischievous grin.

"Not at all," she responded dryly, though I could tell she was taken aback. She hovered over me, raising an eyebrow, and I just countered, "Tsskk, Ms. Swift, friends don't lie." Her grip on my waist tightened, and her expression became one of controlled restraint. She was telling me to stop, but I didn't. I leaned in closer. Suddenly, she pulled my hair, tilting my head to the side and grumbling, "If we get caught, I'm blaming you," as she spread kisses down my neck, leaving marks on me. I needed her so badly. I tilted my head back, getting closer to her mouth. She looked into my eyes before taking my bottom lip between hers, sucking on it softly. "I love you," I whispered to her. "Tell me that when you're sober," she replied. When she kissed me, it was so passionate that it left me breathless.

Just then, Mason walked closer, his eyes scanning the situation. He exchanged a glance with Taylor and remarked, "What a beautiful woman you have here, Taylor."

Taylor turned me around, holding my shoulders firmly as she tried to get access to my neck to suck on it. I pulled away from her grip and took a step back. Mason pulled out 20 bucks and exclaimed, "Good, for you Tay, you won "

"What?" I stumbled, looking at her, irritated, the corners of my mouth dropping as my heart sank.

"Are you fucking with me because of a bet?!The whole time?"

"No," she said calmly, her expression emotionless.

Mason smirked. " We had a bet on who would get to screw the 19-year-old."

I focused on Taylor, who didn't even flinch.

" when did you guys started this bet!?"

"Months ago"

"Fuck off, Mason," Taylor snapped. She turned to me, her expression softening. "You're drunk. You need to sober up. Come on, let's get a glass of water." She took my shoulder firmly and led me into the kitchen.

"No, let me go," I demanded, but she turned me around so I was facing her. She raised an eyebrow I slapped her across the face, and she hissed, tilting her head to the side. She grabbed my wrists, locking eyes with me with a fiery glare. "Don't do that again" and explained, "I didn't fuck you to win a stupid bet.".

I didn't care I slumped onto a barstool while Taylor taking a glance at me and leaving to say goodbye to everyone at the door. I could hear them talking, and I felt like an idiot.

After a few minutes, my hands were shaking. I can't do this. I took my stuff and walked out through the back door.

When Taylor came back into the kitchen, she saw no one was there-

just a note:
If we were closer in age maybe it would've been fine, but you made me want to die.
- Goodbye.