Against the Rules (Taylor Swift x Reader)

Taylor's POV
The second Y/N stormed out of my office, I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

I leaned against my desk, exhaling sharply, my fingers still tingling from where I had touched her.

This is dangerous.

But before I could process what the hell just happened, my phone buzzed.

Travis: "I'm outside. Let me in."

My stomach twisted.

I wasn't ready for this.

But I didn't have a choice.

Straightening my blouse, smoothing my skirt, I forced my face into something neutral and made my way to the private elevator. When the doors slid open, there he was.

Travis.

Tall, confident, sharp blue eyes watching me with that knowing smirk.

Travis: "You gonna keep me standing here all night?"

I hesitated for just a second before stepping aside.

The second the doors shut, he moved, backing me up against the wall.

His hands slid down my arms, his grip firm but teasing.

Travis: "You've been ignoring me, sweetheart."

I swallowed, pushing lightly against his chest.

Taylor: "I've been busy."

Travis: "Too busy for me?"

His voice was smooth, confident. He knew exactly how to get under my skin.

I didn't answer, and he took that as permission.

His lips brushed my ear as his hands gripped my waist.

Travis: "Missed me?"

I should've stopped him. Should've pushed him away.

But I didn't.

And when his lips found mine, I let him kiss me.

The office was loud the next morning. Louder than usual.

I knew something was off the second I stepped out of the elevator. People were whispering, side-eyeing me as I walked past.

I ignored it—until I heard my name.

Coworker 1: "...Taylor and Travis, can you believe it?"

I froze.

Coworker 2: "I know! I swear I heard them last night."

Shit.

I kept walking, pretending I didn't hear.

But then I turned the corner—

And came face-to-face with Y/N.

She was standing by the coffee machine, mug in hand.

Her expression was unreadable.

But her eyes?

They burned.

And for the first time since last night, I felt something worse than guilt.

I felt regret.

Y/N's POV
I didn't want to believe it.

I had spent the entire morning trying to ignore the whispers, brushing off the stares.

But then I heard it.

Coworker: "You think he stayed the night at her place?"

A sharp laugh.

Another Coworker: "With those sounds? Please. They didn't just sleep."

I gripped my coffee cup so tightly I thought it might crack.

So that's why she ran off last night.

That's why she kept saying we couldn't do this.

The anger hit first. A sharp, burning kind of fury that made my skin hot.

But underneath it?

Possession.

I hated it. Hated the way it clawed at me, how the thought of her with someone else made me sick.

Because no matter how much I wanted to hate her—

I still wanted her more.

And then, like some twisted joke, she appeared.

Taylor Swift.

Stepping into the office like nothing happened. Like she didn't just spend the night with someone else.

Her eyes met mine.

And for a second—just a second—I swore I saw guilt.

But guilt wasn't enough.

Not this time.

I turned away, forcing myself to breathe, forcing myself not to react. But then—

Taylor: "Y/N, can we talk?"

Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

I clenched my jaw.

Y/N: "I don't think there's anything to talk about."

Taylor: "Y/N, please—"

I exhaled sharply, setting my cup down with more force than necessary.

Y/N: "Actually, I have plans. I'm meeting up with an old friend after work."

I saw it the second it registered in her mind. The way her body stiffened just slightly, the way her fingers curled into a fist at her side.

She had a feeling she knew exactly who I was talking about.

Good.

Let her wonder. Let her feel even a fraction of what I was feeling.

I grabbed my coffee and turned away without another word, leaving her standing there—watching me walk away.

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Author's Note:
Tension. Jealousy. Secrets. 👀🔥 Y/N is done playing nice, and Taylor is starting to lose control. What do you guys think? Who do you think Y/N is meeting? Leave your thoughts below! 😏