Taylor's POV
The storm brews outside and I watch as headlights flash and a car pulls onto our drive. Matthew is still on top of me, breathless. We haven't said a word since I instructed him to put babies inside of me. I'm not totally sure where he stands on the whole thing. And I sure hope I haven't overstepped a line.
"That was wow" he smiles kissing me. So we're going to avoid my declaration, perfectly fine by me I smile up at him.
"You were wow" I tell him.
"Mmm I filled you up" he smirks and I laugh my head rocking back.
"You" he whispers in my ear as the door chimes.
"Are so going to get that again, telling me to impregnate you" he sighs and I smirk.
"I love you" he whispers simply and I smile to myself.
"I love you" I say as the door rings, again.
"I'll get it, you get ready" he whispers in my ear, slowly pulling out of me and chucking on a button up shirt and Levi's. I sigh watching him get dressed in seconds yet still look like a supermodel.
He bundles down the stairs and I stand up eyeing our wardrobe and deliberating what to wear. Armani, Chanel or Marc Jacob's? It will be a gown this is the first party we've had. Albeit in the snow, I'm intent on lighting up the open fire in the kitchen and drinking a few more glasses of wine.
Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I fluff out my long hair and touch up my lipstick. Spritz my perfume on heading over to the wardrobe intent on a floor length Armani dress. It's not too dressy, low cut and sleek. An ethereal silver shimmer to the gown that make it appear like snowflakes.
Sliding it on, feeling every bit the goddess that just demanded her fiancé give her babies. I pull my waves down over my bare shoulder blades over the spaghetti straps. Tying half of my hair up into a messy bun and leaving tendrils of a few stray curls to flow down the sides of my face. Noticing how the gown skims over my hips, and flows effortlessly like water. It's another show stopper.
I step down bare feet, to the sound of Rachel laughing in the kitchen. Reminding myself that my clothes are very much all over the kitchen floor and flushing slightly as I pace through the hall to my kitchen. Where if I want to leave my clothes discarded on the floor I will.
Gilbert Scott is standing, leaning on my kitchen island, a smirk over his face as Matthew collects up my clothes and Rachel snickers. Jay's face falls when he sees me, literally his expression drops and I'm surprised he doesn't drop and smash his bottle of brandy. Taking in my look he eyes me as I walk into the kitchen, and I half expect a snide comment but he is still yet to recover.
I brush my hand up Matthew's back, as he turns and looks down at me. A broad smile, appraising my décolletage.
"Wow" he sighs and I smirk.
"Now that's art" he smiles and I chuckle slightly collecting my clothes from him.
"Taylor" Rachel says as I turn to look at her and smile. Perched on one of the oak bar stools, in a dark navy dress which is both short and tight. Almost corporate looking, but it suits her, somehow.
"Rachel you look wonderful" I say softly as she smiles at me heading to the wine and pouring a couple of glasses.
"No Taylor that dress is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen" she exclaims, still not a peep from Jay. It sways as I walk over to her, and I second guess myself thinking maybe I should have placed some booby tape on.
"It's so sexy" she says and I laugh nervously.
"Are you coming onto me Rachel" I giggle and she laughs as I hand her the wine.
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Choose Me- the second novel
Romance"I know you, I accept who you are. I will not change you. You're excellent the way you are. I don't just see the perfect side, I can see your darker side and I love it. I love all of it...I want it all and I won't pretend it's not there" Taylor fin...
