Taylor loved throwing parties. She loved the chaos of it all, organising the food and drink, the entertainment, setting up the house, she had always been like that. Her girlfriend Karlie however, was not and spent the entire time that Taylor was trying to set up, lying on the couch, playing a game on her phone, much to the singers frustration.
''Yeah can you place that over in the corner please'' Taylor asked one of her assistants as she walked past the couch Karlie was lying on, leaning down to her in annoyance.
''Seriously, you haven't done a single thing to help me prepare for tonight. Everyone will be here in an hour and you are still laying there playing that stupid game. I'm honestly sick of it Karlie''
The model didn't even respond, she just rolled her eyes before hesitantly getting up. Taylor hadn't even asked her if she was okay about this party being thrown in their home but as always it was her fault for not being helpful. It's a good job I love her. She thought to herself as she grudgingly stomped upstairs to get changed.
By the time Karlie returned, a few guests had already arrived and Taylor was being the ultimate host as always, fussing over them and chatting non-stop. The model turned away from them with an eye-roll and headed for the make-shift bar where they had hired a few bartenders. She started off with two shots of vodka. Well if I have to endure this I might as well make the most of it.
''Hey, do you mind if I join you?'' A tall, tanned, brunette woman asks, pulling Karlie out of her drunken daze. The party is in full swing at this point. Taylor buzzing about ensuring she greets everyone. Probably fuming with anger that her partner hasn't bothered to join her.
''Uhm yeah sure'' the model responds uninterested, sipping from her scotch as the woman sits next to her and starts babbling away about something that Karlie is not remotely concerned about. She continues eyeing Taylor from the other side of the room. As much as she hates and moans all of this she loves to watch her girlfriend do her thing but suddenly Taylor is watching her intently and it takes her a second to realise that it's because she is sitting with another woman. Smirking she has an idea that causes her to become much more interested in this, she can't deny Gorgeous, woman in front of her. She doesn't even know who she is and doubts Taylor does either given the amount of people she has invited.
She soon begins an eager conversation with the woman, bantering back and forth over small talk, glancing up at Taylor every now and then who seems to be much less interested in paying attention to her guests now. Eyes firmly on the stranger who now holds all of her girlfriends attention. This seems to go on for some time, Taylor slowly making her way closer to the bar Karlie is sat at, trying not to be obvious as she mingles.
''Yeah so I'm super happy with the way they turned out, I didn't want to be over the top with them y'know but they still feel real, or so I've been told - feel them!'' The brunette asks, having been speaking about her breast implants for the last ten minutes, it taking all of Karlie's strength to continue the conversation. She's not into all that girly talk. But realises that actually touching the woman's boobs might be a step too far for that her little game she's playing.
'' Honestly I believe you!'' She chuckles falsely ''they look great though'' she replies. The brunette Tsks and grabs Karlie's palm, placing it firmly on her breast and guiding her to rub. The model gasps in shock, slowly taking a chance at looking up to where Taylor is standing and immediately wishing she hadn't. Pure rage emitting from blue eyes is all she sees.
Taylor storms over to her girlfriend. Her blood boiling, never quite having felt the way she does right now, having already been angry with the model.
