Hello Guys, guess what? We're back!!!! Thank you so much for your wonderful reviews. By the way we gotta say that we noticed that some of you have different opinions about Phoebe's Cole's situation in the story. Some of you think that Phoebe really deserves it (so do we!!) and others think that Cole has gone far with his game. All this torture plan is because we really are disgusted with the story line in the fifth season and we also think that Phoebe deserves it. And besides that all the torturing plan has turned to be so much fun for us, and since the most of you like it!! So let it be..but hey…we're not that selfish, Cole is suffering ..a lot as well..anyway, many surprises are awaiting for you to find out……
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Chapter 8
"Bewitching Cocktail"
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It was almost 9 p.m., which wasn't late at all, but it was for sure that the party had already started. The music, the waiters, the food, the people dancing reminded her of why she was there. And there, in the entrance of the fancy 'Tulips' Ballroom' of the San Francisco Hilton Hotel was Phoebe Halliwell standing with her hair up, high heels, perfect make up and a beautiful red low-necked dress which suited her like a charm. She knew it would be a long night. As always, she would try to sneak out early of the party without being caught. There were people she didn't even know, and she really wasn't interested to get to know them either. She started to scan the place. In the dance floor people dancing, some of them with too much style and not rhythm for the kind of music they were dancing. In a corner she saw a group of men, talking, drinking scotch and smoking their cigars, probably talking about their business, their affairs and new ships. Not very far from there was a group of ladies laughing about something. This was the group of the wives of the successful men of the stage. She never got along with these kind circles while she was a wife. These women just could be nice and sweet at the parties and social events, but when you're not around, they would bitch about you. They were hypocrites and she knew it. So she preferred to keep herself at a distance from them. In a couple of tables she saw the people who weren't that popular but were in the guest list, then something really alarming caught her attention.
Cole and Sara were laughing while they were drinking their drinks. You could say they were close friends now, Cole was enjoying her company and she was very funny. He liked her sense of humor, maybe because it was as sarcastic and dark as his own sense of humor.
"Cole! Oh my God I can't believe you're here." Phoebe said as she walked towards him without forgetting to give a bad look to Sara.
"Phoebe. Did you follow me here?" He asked, acting as he was surprised for her presence there. Of course that for a moment he thought that she wouldn't show up when he noticed the hour.
"Of course not, Elise sent me here, first I didn't want to come but now that you're here, it definitely worthies it, you look handsome tonight." She said. He really looked great in his tuxedo, Phoebe couldn't stop thinking in taking it off of him.
Sara smiled; she wanted to help Cole a little.
"Honey, do you want another drink?" She asked, noticed Cole's empty glass.
Cole smiled at her, knowing exactly was she was doing.
"Yeah, another drink would be great babe." He replied.
Phoebe's jaw drops. Did that bitch just call him 'honey'? Did he just call her 'babe'? She couldn't believe it.
Sara winked at Cole as she walked away and he smiled at her.
"This girl is awesome." He whispered, not looking away from Sara. He knew it would make Phoebe angry.
'What could this bitch have that I don't have?' She asked herself.
In fact, Sara was a very attractive woman. She was tall, had green eyes and had a great body. Sara's body was different of Phoebe's. The fact that Sara had Latin blood made her heavyset in some parts. She wasn't fat, but she had big boobs, big butt, big hips and well-formed legs… all natural just as any Latin woman, all this with a pretty little waist made her look very, very good.
"Cole, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Well, I think that unlike you, I was invited." He replied sarcastically.
"I was invited." She angrily stated.
"Okay, okay, no need to get mad." He said innocently.
"So, you not only sleep with her, but now you're showing her around?" She asked with anger.
It was really pissing her that Cole was hanging out with this bitch. She should be the one with Cole in the parties and social events, not this blond dyed bimbo. She should be the one dancing with him and laughing with him, and stand at his side as the proudly wife she is… was. She remembered when they were married and they had to go to this kind of social events and they used to greet everyone, even those who they didn't know, they let being seen by everyone and then they sneak out the parties when nobody noticed it. They always ended up in somewhere else like in P3, they sometimes would go to watch the stars, to walk in the beach or just would go straight to the penthouse to the bed and stay up all night making love.
"You mean Sara?" He asked innocently one more time.
"Yes, Sara, you know your in- bed-private-assistant." She remarked.
"Well, actually she really does a good work." Cole replied with a smile, he was talking about her being his assistant of course, but he knew Phoebe would understand something else.
Phoebe sighed, she was really angry now, thinking that Cole could enjoy someone else performances in bed than hers.
"You're a jerk." She told him.
"Well, coming from you, it sounds like a compliment, so thank you." He replied with an evil smile on his lips.
"Now, will you excuse me to leave you all alone here, but I miss her at the moment." He said and then he walked passed her and added: "Have a good night all alone in your bed, and please, don't worry about me, I won't be alone." With that he walked away with a smile.
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People were around Phoebe asking her things and chattering about the success of her advice column. And across the room, she saw Cole dancing with Sara.
'Bitch!' She thought.
She wanted to go there and tell her in her face that Cole was hers, but the people didn't let her to come over.
Meanwhile, Sara and Cole were at the dancing floor, dancing and making some talking.
"If her look could kill, I would be dead since the first day we meet, she really hates me." Sara said talking about Phoebe. Cole smiled at what she said, Phoebe's look killed him many times, not because she hated him but because he melted when she was looking at him.
"I still don't get the part of how you're gonna get her back doing this." She complained.
"It's all a plan." He replied.
"A plan? That's all you always say. I don't think it's a good idea to keep with this." She commented.
"It is. Trust me." He stated.
"Why?" She kept asking.
"Haven't you heard that a kid doesn't want a toy until another kid wants it?" He asked back.
"I still have my doubts. Look, it's my time to go." She said looking at her watch.
"Alex must be waiting for me. See that red head over there?" She asked him and he nodded.
"Her name is Clarisse, go talk to her. She's a partner of mine and is single." She said, as she broke apart of him.
"Alright. Thank you." He said,
"And please, let me know how this ends. After all I've done I think I deserve the privilege of the exclusive news." She added and Cole smiled.
With this Sara left and Phoebe noticed it.
And she immediately made her way to Cole, but then some red haired woman practically ran to Cole and they started dancing.
'Who the hell is that?' She screamed mentally to herself.
"Phoebe, how do you do to come out with such excellent advises for the people?" Somebody asked her.
"What?" She asked.
'Get off me you nagging people!' She thought.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the success of her work, it was that at the moment she wasn't in the mood.
All she could think about at the moment was: "Why is Cole dancing with this woman whose nipples I can see from here?"
"Excuse me, I'll go to grab a drink." She said and went away from all the people that were over her.
Suddenly the orchestra started to play a Tango. At this, the people dancing changed their style and Cole and the red haired weren't the exception. Both were dancing very focused and with such style. Although you could see that she wasn't an expert in that type of dance, he was, so she just followed him. She sensually danced following his rhythm. In the other hand Phoebe couldn't allow this, so she came closer and closer to the couple dancing until she was standing behind the woman Cole was dancing with. When Cole saw her there, angry, he just ignored her and kept dancing. This time he started to run his hand for one of his partner's legs. He slowly went from her ankle to her knee.
Phoebe came to them and softly whispered to the woman in the ear:
"Hey, I gotta tell you that from across the room I can see the little string of your Tampax."
At this, Clarisse just reacted and broke apart from Cole.
"What?" She asked frustrated.
"Yes, and I would check the red stain in the crotch zone of your white dress, you know." Phoebe commented acting in a confident way and the woman just ran away.
"What was that all about?" Cole asked angrily.
"Shh. I wanted to dance with you." She said with a smile and he turned his back at her about to leave.
"Hey, at least let's wait for the song to be over. It'd be rude with the musicians if..." Before she could finish the sentence, he came back and they started to dance.
The truth was that he didn't want any scandal and beside that all these was part of his game.
They started to dance. Phoebe was more skillful at this than the other woman. She stepped back for a couple minutes and danced sensually for Cole to see, then she came to him again and they kept at the rhythm of the tango. Cole ran his hand for her knee then to her tight. They were focused, and the dance was perfect, as if they had practiced it, actually they had danced it before, but just once and not enough to memorize all the moves and steps. Phoebe's heart was biting stronger. It was so excited and there was so much tension between them. Being so close to him was turning her on, she was shivering under his touch. And this dance was so sensual itself; it was like making a dress rehearsal before having sex, literately.
Cole could see Phoebe's lust in her eyes, and he was sure she could see his even if he was trying to hide it, trying to act like if it was a normal dance with a normal woman. But the problem was that it was Tango and Phoebe... And Phoebe was turning him on, his gaze met her neckline and he felt more aroused.
'Just look at her eyes, nothing more.' He thought.
Of course Phoebe had noticed that he couldn't stop looking at her neckline and thanked God for having chose that dress and not another. They kept dancing in silence while the tension grew and the emotions were hidden behind the moves and the music.
When the song finished, they were still looking at each other breathless and she impulsively kissed him in the lips.
"I always loved to dance with you." She said seductively and turned her back and walked across the room.
As she walked he couldn't help but look at the low back of her dress and of how sexy she was.
'Chill it out Turner, you're not supposed to fall tonight.' He thought again.
But damn it, she was so sexy, so hot... He couldn't stop thinking that he wanted to make love to her.
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It was like 1 am, and Cole could make it to got off the party without being caught. He went to the Hotel's bar and asked for a scotch. Phoebe noticed it and walked next to him.
"Hey." She seductively said as she came closer to him.
"Hey." He replied without looking at her. He took a sip of his scotch.
"Great party, isn't it?" He asked.
"Yeah." She replied without any enthusiasm. Suddenly Cole got up.
"Where are you going?" Phoebe asked curious.
"I wanna go too." She added with a childish attitude.
"I'm going to sleep. I'm tired." He simply said.
"You can't drive like that, you've been drinking." She stated.
He wasn't drunk, but he had drunk a lot.
"Let me drive you to the penthouse. Once there we could take some coffee." She proposed.
In any moment she thought in a cup of coffee, but the truth was that she had to keep trying.
"That won't be necessary." He replied coldly.
"Why not?" She asked curious.
"I rent a room, so all I have to do is take the elevator. Now if you excuse." He said and left quickly no giving Phoebe the chance to reply.
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"Good evening, how can I help you?" The receptionist asked her politely.
"Hi, please could you tell me what's Mr. Cole Turner's room?" Phoebe asked.
She'll keep trying and since Cole didn't tell her the number of his room, she would find it out by herself.
"I can't give-" The hotel's employee started and was cut off by Phoebe.
"Oh, no. You don't understand." Phoebe started gently.
"We were in the cocktail together, and he said he was tired and he would go to the room. He told me the number but sincerely I don't remember it. I'm Mrs. Cole Turner. I'm his wife." She said.
'Actually, I'm more like the so hung up ex-wife.' She thought.
"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Turner. If you're his wife, I think it's ok. Let me check in the computer." She searched and then said: "Ok. Mr. Turner is in the room 325."
"Thank you very much. Good Night." Phoebe said with a big smile.
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Cole was taking another scotch in the sitting room when he heard a knock in the door.
'Nobody knows I'm here.' He thought.
'Phoebe...' He remarked.
He was right, and he proved it to himself when opened the door and saw Phoebe standing there.
"Phoebe, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked, "How did you know I was here?"
"I have my own sources." She replied.
"Good for you." He said coldly and sat in the couch ignoring the fact she was there.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" She asked seductively as he started to undo his tie.
"You're already in. What do you want?" He asked.
"I can see you're not in the mood for another dance." She said playfully.
"But don't worry, I'm here because I need a favor. You see, I was in the party and then I noticed that my stocking was ripped, so I need to take it off." She explained.
"What happened to the ladies' room?" He asked.
"It was uncomfortable in there and I remembered that I had a friend who had a room here." She said with a smile.
"Ok, whatever. You can use the bathroom." He said with an 'I don't care' expression.
"Thank you." She simply said.
Then she entered to the bathroom of the suite but didn't close the door. She took off her shoes, pulled the dress up and started to run the stocking down. Cole couldn't ignore this from the sitting room. His jaw fell down open when she started these actions. Phoebe was aware of that and continued doing it. She was so sexy like this that Cole was melting for her.
'Don't watch her!' He commanded himself mentally.
'Focus on the floor, just the floor.' He thought.
It was when Phoebe entered in the sitting room. When he felt her there, he was half-expecting she were naked, when he turned to face her, a sigh of relief came out of his mouth when realized she was still dressed. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to say 'not' to her again. The room was silence, either of them say any word. Cole got up and poured more scotch in his glass and Phoebe finally broke up the silence.
"Let me join you. Give me one." She said referring to the bottle.
"But you don't drink." He reminded her.
"Things change." She said as she poured the scotch herself and for Cole's surprise she drank it at once
"What's wrong with you?" He asked confused. "You know I don't like women that drinks."
"Do you think I care about what you like?" She asked back.
"Phoebe, we can't keep like this." He firmly stated.
"I know." And she seductively came closer to him.
Cole should have stayed back, but he didn't.
'That smell...' He thought.
How he loved that smell, it was unique. She came closer and closer closing the space between them. The flaming passion and tension between them was stronger with the time they were in front of each other. That flaming passion that never turned off; those emotions that for a time were showed as kisses, caresses and loving words, but lately they had just been showed as anger. That passion that brought them together and then although fate would break them apart, it would still remain there. It was something that no matter what Phoebe or Cole though, they couldn't control it.
Then Phoebe broke the silence one more time.
"What is it? Aren't you man enough to start it and do it?" She asked.
She knew Cole very well, and she knew he liked to be challenged. The only answer for this was Cole grabbing her by the waist bringing her closer to him. The next thing they knew was they were kissing. Softy at first, but then the kiss became more demanding and passionate. Both let give in on that wonderful kiss. Phoebe felt like she was finally getting what was hers back. In the other hand Cole…well, it didn't help the fact that he had been drinking. The truth was that he wasn't drunk but he wasn't sober enough to control himself either. With all the alcohol he had consumed that night, he wasn't able to resist to her. So he found himself responding to her kisses, and he was full aware of that, but he didn't stop. She started to unbutton his shirt while they were kissing. She let the shirt fell on the floor and ran her hands all over his bare chest; she remembered every muscles of his body. Her hands slowly made their way to his belt and he didn't stop her. She undid his belt and unzipped his pant, letting it fell on the floor, on his ankles. They still hadn't broken the kiss; Cole was slowly but hungrily exploring Phoebe's mouth with his tongue. He remembered the way she tasted, he loved it, it was like a drug; He just couldn't stop kissing her. When he realized that he just had his boxer on, he decided to speed up the process and then he just let Phoebe's dress fall to the ground. Their kiss became more and more demanding. He lifted up Phoebe and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Still kissing, Cole walked towards the bedroom, they hit the wall, maybe because of the alcohol but Phoebe didn't care, she was pressed between the wall and Cole's body and she loved it. They finally arrived in the bedroom and Cole carried her to the bed. They both fell on the bed heavily but still, they didn't stop kissing.
Phoebe couldn't stop moaning, she wanted this for so long and it was finally happening... Feeling Cole's body pressed against her was heaven, feeling his hands running all over her body, caressing her, his hot tongue twisting in her mouth and playing with hers, it was sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her shivering... And that was just the beginning of the night.
Cole was also enjoying the moment, the little voice in his head telling him to stop kissing her was gone, he was enjoying the fact that Phoebe was moaning so much, it meant that his magic was still working on her. He had almost forget how it was to kiss her, to be on top of her and to feel the warmth of her body underneath his, her hands running on her back and on his sides almost down to his butt, he loved all those feelings.
"Can't wait anymore." Phoebe whispered, her eyes closed.
"Neither can I" he replied softly
"Come on, Cole. Make yours. Make feel yours one more time." She asked.
Cole smiled and they made love.
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The next morning Cole was awake, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet. He was lying in the bed with Phoebe.
'Oh my God! That was wonderful. Last night was wonderful.' He thought.
'Damn you, Turner. Now you ruined your own game.' He blamed himself.
'But it worth it, yeah it definitely worth it, last night was wonderful, awesome, incredible...' He smiled at that.
But he couldn't let things like this, not that fast. He had to do something; he had already screwed it enough, he had come so far. But how resist to her, to her essence, her smell, her body, her passion and spirit? How resist to her kisses and caresses?
'What a stupid I am. I've fallen in her again.' He thought.
But how to say no again, when it was what he wanted more than anything in the world.
Phoebe who started to kiss him on the lips interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey." She softly said to him, at that Cole finally opened his eyes.
"Phoebe, what are we doing sleeping in the same bed together?" He asked.
"What do you think? You are a man, I'm a woman and here we're sharing the same bed, both naked, what do you think happened?" She remarked seductively and he didn't reply.
She laughed and said: "Don't tell me you think we played to the doctor." Then she continued, "Don't you remember? Last night was wonderful." She replied and kissed him on the lips again.
"No, I don't remember anything, I don't even know how you get in the room." He lied.
'Of course I remember. I remember everything every kiss, every caress, every time I touched your soft skin, every thing we did, every loving word we shared, every time you cried my name, every time I cried yours...' He thought.
"Well, I could help you to remember." She said and started to kiss his chest.
"Phoebe, I was drunk last night." He stated and she ignored him and kept her work to his neck, teasing him with her tongue. Cole rolled his eyes... in pleasure, he loved what she was doing to him.
"It didn't seem to me you were drunk. If you would have been drunk, you wouldn't have been able to do all the things you did to me last night." She said smiling, as she remembered what they have done.
"Phoebe, this couldn't have happened. I don't remember." He told her.
"But I do. We made love all night long. It was great. It was the best…it was…it was...I don't have words to describe it. It was like I was born again last night." She said.
'Oh my god! She's so damn right. If I'd have to die and go to hell again, to feel the same way I did last night. I would do it a zillion times.' He thought.
"I don't believe you. But if it really happened just forget it. It was nothing. It was just a one-night thing. It will never happen again." He said.
"Cole, this can't be a one-night thing." She protested.
"Yes, you're right. You probably came to my room, you saw me drunk, then you took advantage of that and seduce me to get me in the bed." He deduced and with that he got off the bed.
"And what an innocent you are." She commented laughing.
"Well... It's really bad you don't remember because it was one of the best nights we've ever had, all the things you did to me... All the things I did to you... You were amazing and you sounded like I was also amazing, that's what you told me just before you fell asleep because you were too exhausted because all the working out and the lovemaking. But it was great, it really was, last night the whole world ceased existing. It was just you and me in this room, in this bed." She expressed.
'Oh my God, she's right, it was so good.' Cole thought.
"Whatever you say we did, I don't know what you're talking about, I don't remember." He lied one more time.
"Aren't you man enough to accept it?" She asked.
At this Cole just turned back at her, who was now sit in the bed. He came closer grabbed her and gave the kiss of her life. He kissed her deep and passionately, almost even more passionately than what he did the night before, while he rubbed his hand on her butt. Then he broke apart letting her breathless.
"I'm not the sexist type. But never question my masculinity. Babe." He said to her and gave her a little pad in the butt, before headed to the bathroom.
Phoebe lying in the bed started to laugh out loud and strong. She laughed at the fact that Cole had fallen this time. When Cole heard her laughing he thought she was crazy. Phoebe continued laughing.
'You've fallen Cole Turner, you'll be back to me. I know it.' She thought.
She laughed at the pleasure it caused the fact that in this one, the ball was in her side.
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Chapter 8
"Bewitching Cocktail"
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It was almost 9 p.m., which wasn't late at all, but it was for sure that the party had already started. The music, the waiters, the food, the people dancing reminded her of why she was there. And there, in the entrance of the fancy 'Tulips' Ballroom' of the San Francisco Hilton Hotel was Phoebe Halliwell standing with her hair up, high heels, perfect make up and a beautiful red low-necked dress which suited her like a charm. She knew it would be a long night. As always, she would try to sneak out early of the party without being caught. There were people she didn't even know, and she really wasn't interested to get to know them either. She started to scan the place. In the dance floor people dancing, some of them with too much style and not rhythm for the kind of music they were dancing. In a corner she saw a group of men, talking, drinking scotch and smoking their cigars, probably talking about their business, their affairs and new ships. Not very far from there was a group of ladies laughing about something. This was the group of the wives of the successful men of the stage. She never got along with these kind circles while she was a wife. These women just could be nice and sweet at the parties and social events, but when you're not around, they would bitch about you. They were hypocrites and she knew it. So she preferred to keep herself at a distance from them. In a couple of tables she saw the people who weren't that popular but were in the guest list, then something really alarming caught her attention.
Cole and Sara were laughing while they were drinking their drinks. You could say they were close friends now, Cole was enjoying her company and she was very funny. He liked her sense of humor, maybe because it was as sarcastic and dark as his own sense of humor.
"Cole! Oh my God I can't believe you're here." Phoebe said as she walked towards him without forgetting to give a bad look to Sara.
"Phoebe. Did you follow me here?" He asked, acting as he was surprised for her presence there. Of course that for a moment he thought that she wouldn't show up when he noticed the hour.
"Of course not, Elise sent me here, first I didn't want to come but now that you're here, it definitely worthies it, you look handsome tonight." She said. He really looked great in his tuxedo, Phoebe couldn't stop thinking in taking it off of him.
Sara smiled; she wanted to help Cole a little.
"Honey, do you want another drink?" She asked, noticed Cole's empty glass.
Cole smiled at her, knowing exactly was she was doing.
"Yeah, another drink would be great babe." He replied.
Phoebe's jaw drops. Did that bitch just call him 'honey'? Did he just call her 'babe'? She couldn't believe it.
Sara winked at Cole as she walked away and he smiled at her.
"This girl is awesome." He whispered, not looking away from Sara. He knew it would make Phoebe angry.
'What could this bitch have that I don't have?' She asked herself.
In fact, Sara was a very attractive woman. She was tall, had green eyes and had a great body. Sara's body was different of Phoebe's. The fact that Sara had Latin blood made her heavyset in some parts. She wasn't fat, but she had big boobs, big butt, big hips and well-formed legs… all natural just as any Latin woman, all this with a pretty little waist made her look very, very good.
"Cole, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Well, I think that unlike you, I was invited." He replied sarcastically.
"I was invited." She angrily stated.
"Okay, okay, no need to get mad." He said innocently.
"So, you not only sleep with her, but now you're showing her around?" She asked with anger.
It was really pissing her that Cole was hanging out with this bitch. She should be the one with Cole in the parties and social events, not this blond dyed bimbo. She should be the one dancing with him and laughing with him, and stand at his side as the proudly wife she is… was. She remembered when they were married and they had to go to this kind of social events and they used to greet everyone, even those who they didn't know, they let being seen by everyone and then they sneak out the parties when nobody noticed it. They always ended up in somewhere else like in P3, they sometimes would go to watch the stars, to walk in the beach or just would go straight to the penthouse to the bed and stay up all night making love.
"You mean Sara?" He asked innocently one more time.
"Yes, Sara, you know your in- bed-private-assistant." She remarked.
"Well, actually she really does a good work." Cole replied with a smile, he was talking about her being his assistant of course, but he knew Phoebe would understand something else.
Phoebe sighed, she was really angry now, thinking that Cole could enjoy someone else performances in bed than hers.
"You're a jerk." She told him.
"Well, coming from you, it sounds like a compliment, so thank you." He replied with an evil smile on his lips.
"Now, will you excuse me to leave you all alone here, but I miss her at the moment." He said and then he walked passed her and added: "Have a good night all alone in your bed, and please, don't worry about me, I won't be alone." With that he walked away with a smile.
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People were around Phoebe asking her things and chattering about the success of her advice column. And across the room, she saw Cole dancing with Sara.
'Bitch!' She thought.
She wanted to go there and tell her in her face that Cole was hers, but the people didn't let her to come over.
Meanwhile, Sara and Cole were at the dancing floor, dancing and making some talking.
"If her look could kill, I would be dead since the first day we meet, she really hates me." Sara said talking about Phoebe. Cole smiled at what she said, Phoebe's look killed him many times, not because she hated him but because he melted when she was looking at him.
"I still don't get the part of how you're gonna get her back doing this." She complained.
"It's all a plan." He replied.
"A plan? That's all you always say. I don't think it's a good idea to keep with this." She commented.
"It is. Trust me." He stated.
"Why?" She kept asking.
"Haven't you heard that a kid doesn't want a toy until another kid wants it?" He asked back.
"I still have my doubts. Look, it's my time to go." She said looking at her watch.
"Alex must be waiting for me. See that red head over there?" She asked him and he nodded.
"Her name is Clarisse, go talk to her. She's a partner of mine and is single." She said, as she broke apart of him.
"Alright. Thank you." He said,
"And please, let me know how this ends. After all I've done I think I deserve the privilege of the exclusive news." She added and Cole smiled.
With this Sara left and Phoebe noticed it.
And she immediately made her way to Cole, but then some red haired woman practically ran to Cole and they started dancing.
'Who the hell is that?' She screamed mentally to herself.
"Phoebe, how do you do to come out with such excellent advises for the people?" Somebody asked her.
"What?" She asked.
'Get off me you nagging people!' She thought.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the success of her work, it was that at the moment she wasn't in the mood.
All she could think about at the moment was: "Why is Cole dancing with this woman whose nipples I can see from here?"
"Excuse me, I'll go to grab a drink." She said and went away from all the people that were over her.
Suddenly the orchestra started to play a Tango. At this, the people dancing changed their style and Cole and the red haired weren't the exception. Both were dancing very focused and with such style. Although you could see that she wasn't an expert in that type of dance, he was, so she just followed him. She sensually danced following his rhythm. In the other hand Phoebe couldn't allow this, so she came closer and closer to the couple dancing until she was standing behind the woman Cole was dancing with. When Cole saw her there, angry, he just ignored her and kept dancing. This time he started to run his hand for one of his partner's legs. He slowly went from her ankle to her knee.
Phoebe came to them and softly whispered to the woman in the ear:
"Hey, I gotta tell you that from across the room I can see the little string of your Tampax."
At this, Clarisse just reacted and broke apart from Cole.
"What?" She asked frustrated.
"Yes, and I would check the red stain in the crotch zone of your white dress, you know." Phoebe commented acting in a confident way and the woman just ran away.
"What was that all about?" Cole asked angrily.
"Shh. I wanted to dance with you." She said with a smile and he turned his back at her about to leave.
"Hey, at least let's wait for the song to be over. It'd be rude with the musicians if..." Before she could finish the sentence, he came back and they started to dance.
The truth was that he didn't want any scandal and beside that all these was part of his game.
They started to dance. Phoebe was more skillful at this than the other woman. She stepped back for a couple minutes and danced sensually for Cole to see, then she came to him again and they kept at the rhythm of the tango. Cole ran his hand for her knee then to her tight. They were focused, and the dance was perfect, as if they had practiced it, actually they had danced it before, but just once and not enough to memorize all the moves and steps. Phoebe's heart was biting stronger. It was so excited and there was so much tension between them. Being so close to him was turning her on, she was shivering under his touch. And this dance was so sensual itself; it was like making a dress rehearsal before having sex, literately.
Cole could see Phoebe's lust in her eyes, and he was sure she could see his even if he was trying to hide it, trying to act like if it was a normal dance with a normal woman. But the problem was that it was Tango and Phoebe... And Phoebe was turning him on, his gaze met her neckline and he felt more aroused.
'Just look at her eyes, nothing more.' He thought.
Of course Phoebe had noticed that he couldn't stop looking at her neckline and thanked God for having chose that dress and not another. They kept dancing in silence while the tension grew and the emotions were hidden behind the moves and the music.
When the song finished, they were still looking at each other breathless and she impulsively kissed him in the lips.
"I always loved to dance with you." She said seductively and turned her back and walked across the room.
As she walked he couldn't help but look at the low back of her dress and of how sexy she was.
'Chill it out Turner, you're not supposed to fall tonight.' He thought again.
But damn it, she was so sexy, so hot... He couldn't stop thinking that he wanted to make love to her.
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It was like 1 am, and Cole could make it to got off the party without being caught. He went to the Hotel's bar and asked for a scotch. Phoebe noticed it and walked next to him.
"Hey." She seductively said as she came closer to him.
"Hey." He replied without looking at her. He took a sip of his scotch.
"Great party, isn't it?" He asked.
"Yeah." She replied without any enthusiasm. Suddenly Cole got up.
"Where are you going?" Phoebe asked curious.
"I wanna go too." She added with a childish attitude.
"I'm going to sleep. I'm tired." He simply said.
"You can't drive like that, you've been drinking." She stated.
He wasn't drunk, but he had drunk a lot.
"Let me drive you to the penthouse. Once there we could take some coffee." She proposed.
In any moment she thought in a cup of coffee, but the truth was that she had to keep trying.
"That won't be necessary." He replied coldly.
"Why not?" She asked curious.
"I rent a room, so all I have to do is take the elevator. Now if you excuse." He said and left quickly no giving Phoebe the chance to reply.
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"Good evening, how can I help you?" The receptionist asked her politely.
"Hi, please could you tell me what's Mr. Cole Turner's room?" Phoebe asked.
She'll keep trying and since Cole didn't tell her the number of his room, she would find it out by herself.
"I can't give-" The hotel's employee started and was cut off by Phoebe.
"Oh, no. You don't understand." Phoebe started gently.
"We were in the cocktail together, and he said he was tired and he would go to the room. He told me the number but sincerely I don't remember it. I'm Mrs. Cole Turner. I'm his wife." She said.
'Actually, I'm more like the so hung up ex-wife.' She thought.
"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Turner. If you're his wife, I think it's ok. Let me check in the computer." She searched and then said: "Ok. Mr. Turner is in the room 325."
"Thank you very much. Good Night." Phoebe said with a big smile.
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Cole was taking another scotch in the sitting room when he heard a knock in the door.
'Nobody knows I'm here.' He thought.
'Phoebe...' He remarked.
He was right, and he proved it to himself when opened the door and saw Phoebe standing there.
"Phoebe, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked, "How did you know I was here?"
"I have my own sources." She replied.
"Good for you." He said coldly and sat in the couch ignoring the fact she was there.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" She asked seductively as he started to undo his tie.
"You're already in. What do you want?" He asked.
"I can see you're not in the mood for another dance." She said playfully.
"But don't worry, I'm here because I need a favor. You see, I was in the party and then I noticed that my stocking was ripped, so I need to take it off." She explained.
"What happened to the ladies' room?" He asked.
"It was uncomfortable in there and I remembered that I had a friend who had a room here." She said with a smile.
"Ok, whatever. You can use the bathroom." He said with an 'I don't care' expression.
"Thank you." She simply said.
Then she entered to the bathroom of the suite but didn't close the door. She took off her shoes, pulled the dress up and started to run the stocking down. Cole couldn't ignore this from the sitting room. His jaw fell down open when she started these actions. Phoebe was aware of that and continued doing it. She was so sexy like this that Cole was melting for her.
'Don't watch her!' He commanded himself mentally.
'Focus on the floor, just the floor.' He thought.
It was when Phoebe entered in the sitting room. When he felt her there, he was half-expecting she were naked, when he turned to face her, a sigh of relief came out of his mouth when realized she was still dressed. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to say 'not' to her again. The room was silence, either of them say any word. Cole got up and poured more scotch in his glass and Phoebe finally broke up the silence.
"Let me join you. Give me one." She said referring to the bottle.
"But you don't drink." He reminded her.
"Things change." She said as she poured the scotch herself and for Cole's surprise she drank it at once
"What's wrong with you?" He asked confused. "You know I don't like women that drinks."
"Do you think I care about what you like?" She asked back.
"Phoebe, we can't keep like this." He firmly stated.
"I know." And she seductively came closer to him.
Cole should have stayed back, but he didn't.
'That smell...' He thought.
How he loved that smell, it was unique. She came closer and closer closing the space between them. The flaming passion and tension between them was stronger with the time they were in front of each other. That flaming passion that never turned off; those emotions that for a time were showed as kisses, caresses and loving words, but lately they had just been showed as anger. That passion that brought them together and then although fate would break them apart, it would still remain there. It was something that no matter what Phoebe or Cole though, they couldn't control it.
Then Phoebe broke the silence one more time.
"What is it? Aren't you man enough to start it and do it?" She asked.
She knew Cole very well, and she knew he liked to be challenged. The only answer for this was Cole grabbing her by the waist bringing her closer to him. The next thing they knew was they were kissing. Softy at first, but then the kiss became more demanding and passionate. Both let give in on that wonderful kiss. Phoebe felt like she was finally getting what was hers back. In the other hand Cole…well, it didn't help the fact that he had been drinking. The truth was that he wasn't drunk but he wasn't sober enough to control himself either. With all the alcohol he had consumed that night, he wasn't able to resist to her. So he found himself responding to her kisses, and he was full aware of that, but he didn't stop. She started to unbutton his shirt while they were kissing. She let the shirt fell on the floor and ran her hands all over his bare chest; she remembered every muscles of his body. Her hands slowly made their way to his belt and he didn't stop her. She undid his belt and unzipped his pant, letting it fell on the floor, on his ankles. They still hadn't broken the kiss; Cole was slowly but hungrily exploring Phoebe's mouth with his tongue. He remembered the way she tasted, he loved it, it was like a drug; He just couldn't stop kissing her. When he realized that he just had his boxer on, he decided to speed up the process and then he just let Phoebe's dress fall to the ground. Their kiss became more and more demanding. He lifted up Phoebe and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Still kissing, Cole walked towards the bedroom, they hit the wall, maybe because of the alcohol but Phoebe didn't care, she was pressed between the wall and Cole's body and she loved it. They finally arrived in the bedroom and Cole carried her to the bed. They both fell on the bed heavily but still, they didn't stop kissing.
Phoebe couldn't stop moaning, she wanted this for so long and it was finally happening... Feeling Cole's body pressed against her was heaven, feeling his hands running all over her body, caressing her, his hot tongue twisting in her mouth and playing with hers, it was sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her shivering... And that was just the beginning of the night.
Cole was also enjoying the moment, the little voice in his head telling him to stop kissing her was gone, he was enjoying the fact that Phoebe was moaning so much, it meant that his magic was still working on her. He had almost forget how it was to kiss her, to be on top of her and to feel the warmth of her body underneath his, her hands running on her back and on his sides almost down to his butt, he loved all those feelings.
"Can't wait anymore." Phoebe whispered, her eyes closed.
"Neither can I" he replied softly
"Come on, Cole. Make yours. Make feel yours one more time." She asked.
Cole smiled and they made love.
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The next morning Cole was awake, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet. He was lying in the bed with Phoebe.
'Oh my God! That was wonderful. Last night was wonderful.' He thought.
'Damn you, Turner. Now you ruined your own game.' He blamed himself.
'But it worth it, yeah it definitely worth it, last night was wonderful, awesome, incredible...' He smiled at that.
But he couldn't let things like this, not that fast. He had to do something; he had already screwed it enough, he had come so far. But how resist to her, to her essence, her smell, her body, her passion and spirit? How resist to her kisses and caresses?
'What a stupid I am. I've fallen in her again.' He thought.
But how to say no again, when it was what he wanted more than anything in the world.
Phoebe who started to kiss him on the lips interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey." She softly said to him, at that Cole finally opened his eyes.
"Phoebe, what are we doing sleeping in the same bed together?" He asked.
"What do you think? You are a man, I'm a woman and here we're sharing the same bed, both naked, what do you think happened?" She remarked seductively and he didn't reply.
She laughed and said: "Don't tell me you think we played to the doctor." Then she continued, "Don't you remember? Last night was wonderful." She replied and kissed him on the lips again.
"No, I don't remember anything, I don't even know how you get in the room." He lied.
'Of course I remember. I remember everything every kiss, every caress, every time I touched your soft skin, every thing we did, every loving word we shared, every time you cried my name, every time I cried yours...' He thought.
"Well, I could help you to remember." She said and started to kiss his chest.
"Phoebe, I was drunk last night." He stated and she ignored him and kept her work to his neck, teasing him with her tongue. Cole rolled his eyes... in pleasure, he loved what she was doing to him.
"It didn't seem to me you were drunk. If you would have been drunk, you wouldn't have been able to do all the things you did to me last night." She said smiling, as she remembered what they have done.
"Phoebe, this couldn't have happened. I don't remember." He told her.
"But I do. We made love all night long. It was great. It was the best…it was…it was...I don't have words to describe it. It was like I was born again last night." She said.
'Oh my god! She's so damn right. If I'd have to die and go to hell again, to feel the same way I did last night. I would do it a zillion times.' He thought.
"I don't believe you. But if it really happened just forget it. It was nothing. It was just a one-night thing. It will never happen again." He said.
"Cole, this can't be a one-night thing." She protested.
"Yes, you're right. You probably came to my room, you saw me drunk, then you took advantage of that and seduce me to get me in the bed." He deduced and with that he got off the bed.
"And what an innocent you are." She commented laughing.
"Well... It's really bad you don't remember because it was one of the best nights we've ever had, all the things you did to me... All the things I did to you... You were amazing and you sounded like I was also amazing, that's what you told me just before you fell asleep because you were too exhausted because all the working out and the lovemaking. But it was great, it really was, last night the whole world ceased existing. It was just you and me in this room, in this bed." She expressed.
'Oh my God, she's right, it was so good.' Cole thought.
"Whatever you say we did, I don't know what you're talking about, I don't remember." He lied one more time.
"Aren't you man enough to accept it?" She asked.
At this Cole just turned back at her, who was now sit in the bed. He came closer grabbed her and gave the kiss of her life. He kissed her deep and passionately, almost even more passionately than what he did the night before, while he rubbed his hand on her butt. Then he broke apart letting her breathless.
"I'm not the sexist type. But never question my masculinity. Babe." He said to her and gave her a little pad in the butt, before headed to the bathroom.
Phoebe lying in the bed started to laugh out loud and strong. She laughed at the fact that Cole had fallen this time. When Cole heard her laughing he thought she was crazy. Phoebe continued laughing.
'You've fallen Cole Turner, you'll be back to me. I know it.' She thought.
She laughed at the pleasure it caused the fact that in this one, the ball was in her side.
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