A Little Too Late (Third book to Adopted by Taylor Swift)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Taylors POV

"Why Taylor?!" Bridget threw the water she was drinking at the wall "where have you been the last two days?!"

Flashback

48 hours earlier

The club was amazing, this guy came up behind me, holding my waist to his crotch, he was very good looking. I mean from what I could tell, I had any drinks flowing through my body and the lights were pretty dim in here. Tall muscular guy, brown comb over like hair style, beautiful brown eyes. He seemed like a classy guy, my question was why was he at a club?

"I'm Jackson"

"Taylor."

He didn't kiss my neck, or make any moves other than just dancing on me. Bridget was on her phone, talking to someone. "do you want to get out of here??" not really thinking I nodded at his request. He grabbed my arm, bringing me out the door

The cool air brushed my face as we walked over to his car, "uh are you capable of driving?"

"yeah, I don't drink"

I smiled at his answer, but also confused. What would a guy maybe in his 30's be at a night club and not be a drinker. But I mean I guess I could ask the same question for myself. His car was really nice, a black Cadillac, making me think what his morals really were. I knew I was drunk but I know that my judgment isn't completely off. I don't look like a pornstar do I? or a girl that needs a pimp? No. I'm Taylor Swift, how could he not know who I was.

"where are you taking me?"

"well, I was thinking I could take you to Rosies and have breakfast together. And then sober you up, so the presses don't make you look like a bad person" he looked over at me, shooting me a smile and looking back at the road

"why are you doing this for me?"

"I'm divorced too, I know how tough it is to go through that, I can't even imagine how tough it would be if I were in the lime light too" we pulled into the parking lot and he got out the car, opening the door for me, "thank you"

"of course Mrs. Swift"

I chuckled "call me Taylor"

We got into the restaurant an took a booth in the corner, "Jackson, how old are you?"

"34"

I smiled, this is nice. A guy that is nice, already wanting to take care of me, and in the same age range as me. This was something I craved, more than going to a club. "what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a photographer" he smiled at me, taking a sip of his coffee "of nature"

Nature, photography? "reminds me of my daughter" I chuckled, taking a sip of mine

"artsy fartsy?" he joked and I laughed nodding "too much... so much she doesn't even open her mind to be a normal person and live life"

"well, Taylor not telling you how to parent but being artsy myself, I believe that's the way she does live her life through what she loves to do."

I sat for a moment, realizing what he had meant. "yeah... you're right..."

"Tension between you and her?" hes just hitting the nail on the head huh...

"yep. She's stubborn little ass. Gets it from her father" I stifled a small laugh and so did he "but I do love her, she is my daughter" silence falls upon us before I ask another question "do you have any kids?"

"nope, my wife and I were trying before she 'tried' with another man. Plus I travel a lot for work, I wouldn't want to put my kid through that. yes, I would love to have kids, and I would drop my work to have one. But she just didn't see it the way I did."