Don't Call Me Baby Chapter 7, a charmed fanfic

Hey, everybody! Look what I finished typing? Chapter 7! Yes, it's kind of long, but you'll live. I think you'll like it. Please enjoy! )

Song Title: "Right Thurr" by Chingy

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Chapter 7

They were headed downtown to a private dance club called club DV8. It was a pretty nice club, and supposedly the music is off the chain. Or so Cole's says.

As Phoebe was changing into an outfit Cole had grabbed from her apartment at one point or another. She noticed he was looking back in the rearview mirror. At first, Phoebe just thought he was looking at the road behind him. Then again, with that silly grin on. Phoebe didn't think so.

"A little respect here. Keep your eyes on the road," Phoebe stated firmly but being nice about it too. "Sorry," Cole apologized with a grin. Phoebe couldn't help but smile either. It was a rather funny situation, but yet also uncomfortable.

When Phoebe thought about her outfit, she couldn't figure out why Cole would pick such a thing. "What were you thinking when you picked out a plaid skirt? I mean, you could have picked a skimpy dress or leather outfits. Do plaid skirts turn you on or something?" Phoebe asked curiously. At the same time she was joking though. "Something like that," Cole said with a chuckle.

There was a slight pause between them. "But really though...You look cute in it," Cole stated. "I would say thank you, but cute is for little girls. I look like I'm twelve," Phoebe said. "Are you kidding me? No, you don't," Cole insisted.

Phoebe had to undo her hair because it was neatly combed and it looked too elegant. There was little sparks of glitter in her hair also. She raffled it up a bit and Cole watched her without blinking except when he had to watch the road. Phoebe swears if he kept that up, they'd never get to the club alive.

With a private club you have to have a VIP access card to get in. He was holding two in his hands for the both of them. "You go here a lot?" Phoebe asked. "For business, and the drinks are truly the best here," Cole stated. He showed the bouncer their passes and he motioned them to go in.

Phoebe passed by and the bouncer said, "Hey, sexy mama. How you durrin'?" Phoebe answered, "I'm alright." "That's cool. Go on and have you some fun," He said.

"Wow! I always thought private clubs people are uptight," Phoebe said. "No, not this one. We're real friendly and I do mean real friendly," Cole said referring to her that guys get kind of touchy.

He guided her into the club, holding her close to his own body. A friend walked up and shook hands with Cole.

"Hey, man. Haven't seen you in awhile. What's going on?" He asked. "Same old stuff," Cole said. "Who is this? Your woman?" He asked. Cole looked down at Phoebe. "'Yeah, something like that," Cole stated. "Okay, that's cool. I'll catch up with you later," He left.

They went over to the bar and sat down. "Can I ask a question?" Phoebe asked. "Sure thing," Cole replied. "So, what am I to you?" Phoebe asked. "I'd like to call you my girlfriend, but I don't know how'd you feel about it," Cole stated. "You never asked me," Phoebe said. "Well, what do you say to us dating?" Cole asked. "It'll be nice," Phoebe answered.

As they were ordering for their drinks, Phoebe smelled something familiar. "Is that Mary Jane?" Phoebe asked. "Oh, yeah. Reminder, it's a VIP private club. You do whatever you want to do here," Cole informed. "Oh, right," Phoebe said.

There were people in the club doing illegal drugs, underage drinkers like Phoebe, and lots of half-naked people. Cole felt Phoebe's tension to go somewhere else.

"Let's go finish our drinks downstairs," Cole insisted taking her hand as she grabbed her drink and they started down the stairs. They grabbed a seat at a table somewhere and tried to make a decent conversation. They barely heard what each other said.

Phoebe had enough of screaming and pulled him out to the dance floor. Cole followed close behind her, until she stopped and turned back around. She placed her hands on his chest and motioned him to get closer.

I like the way you look in them pants, say you fine (fine)
your mama a quarter peice, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that will getchu up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin bout snatchn' her up
Dirty, making her mine
Look at her hips, look at her legs, Ain't she stacked (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittn' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it, cuz she moan lil bit
Jeans saggin', so I can see her thong lil bit
I know she grown lil bit, 20 years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swoop on her like an eagle, swoop down and rate
I know your popular, but you gon be famous today

They were moving to the beats of this song, and it was getting kind of heated between them. Phoebe felt as if Cole was the sweetest thing in the world. Even though they were freak dancing, he still respected her and treated her the way she should be treated.

I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)

She be shoppin at front nack, just look at her front back
Man she's soo stacked, does she knows that I want that
He make he's soo whack, girl can i taste your cat
Gave her 300$ to spend, like buying a throw-back
She stay in the club, like they be saying she got it
In real life, girl remind me of pochantas
She be at events, like the best when she past
All the high rollin' cats, wana pay for that ssss
Niggas half steppin', strapped with a nice weapon
It's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen it dirty, your mouth gone drop
World wide, fools volenteer tell you its off top

But I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)

As the song faded out, Phoebe and Cole stopped to catch their breath. Phoebe just noticed that his shirt was half-way unbutton and sweat dripping down his chest. He couldn't have looked more desirable right there.

The next couple of seconds took Phoebe by surprised. He had leaned down and kissed her furiously like there was no tomorrow. Phoebe kissed him back, but slowed him down a bit making it more sweeter then she intended it to be.

Their tongues exploring each others mouth more hungrily then ever before. Cole pulled her hips closer to his body pressing her against him and holding her there. Phoebe suggested with her lips still close to his, "Let's go back to your house." "Are you sure?" Cole asked caressing her cheek. Phoebe nodded. They kissed again, and broke away.

Cole and Phoebe left the club together hand-in-hand. He was driving back home when Phoebe was doing things to drive him crazy even though she didn't know it. Her hand resting on his thigh drove him insane. He could take her right there and then if he could, but it wasn't right.

He can wait for her forever if he had to. They pulled up to his mansion, which was huge. There could've been more then 50 rooms in there. It took her breath away because it was so beautiful and huge.

There was only a few lights on, Phoebe saw through it's windows. She couldn't believe she was dating a guy who could soon have everything in the world that he could possibly want. Here he is wanting her, and vice versa.

Cole walked her into the mansion. It was so clean and in order that Phoebe was so afraid to touch them. She might out a finger mark on them or something. Everything was polished until it shined.

"Wow, this is an amazing place you got here. It's not mine. Come on, I'll show you my house that I'm going to get," Cole insisted offering a hand. Phoebe took it and walked up the flight of stairs that seemed to twist upwards for eternity.

He opened the door to his room and showed her in. It was so stylish, and it had class to it. Of course, it was clean cause they have housekeepers that pick up after them. Everything seemed so simple and perfect in his life. Everything was done for him and he doesn't even have to work that hard.

"So, you like it?" Cole asked. "Yeah, it's like a room in a palace," Phoebe said. "It's built to look that way. One of my parents twisted fantasies. I want to show you the plans to my home," Cole said taking her into another room. It was his own personal office.

The blueprints of the home was laying on the table. It was almost as big as his parents mansion now with 32 rooms. Plus, it had an indoor pool with a hot tub.

"It's always been my dream to design my own dream house and this is it," Cole said. Phoebe looked at him shocked. "You drew this?" Phoebe asked. "Yeah. It's going to be built this summer. Isn't it great?" Cole asked. "It's perfect," Phoebe answered staring at the complicated measurements written in each room and the structure.

"Wow, you really talented in art. Ever thought of being an architecture?" Phoebe asked. "No, not really. I always knew I was going to own banks," Cole replied. "But you love building and drawing, right? So, why not pick that up as a career?" Phoebe asked. "It's not that simple, little bit. I have to be a banker and own banks. It's been passed down since forever," Cole explained. "So, break tradition. If this is what you love, why not do it?" Phoebe asked.

There was a silence between them. Cole finally spoke. "Well, do you love dancing?" Cole asked her. Phoebe said, "But that's different." "How is it any different from me? You don't love that job and I don't love what I'm going to have to take over. It sounds the same to me. But that's life right? We do what we have to do," Cole stated walking towards her.

"I can't believe just for money and power that you put aside what you want to do for what is expected of you. I never thought that would be you," Phoebe said playing with his fingertips with her own hands. "I can't tell my parents that I'm not going to take over the banks. That's like begging for a death wish," Cole explained.

Phoebe looked away and Cole lifted her chin up to meet his face once again. "I don't know where I'm going with my life, but all I need to know is that I need you by my side. I don't think I could live without you. You're everything I ever wanted and I can't loose you. I love you..." Phoebe cut him off right then and there.

"Cole, stop..." Phoebe said placing a finger on his lips. She looked into his eyes and saw that there was something there that she never felt before. She could melt in his eyes as they starred back at her with passion. She removed her finger from his lips and Cole grabbed her body to his.

He began to kiss her affectionately, but it was the most fiery kiss Phoebe ever felt coming from him. He's got her all knotted up inside her stomach.

They started to move backwards to the bed, and Phoebe almost lost her balance. Luckily, Cole was holding her tight. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah," Phoebe answered slightly embarrassed. He swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed.

Their tongues came together once again, igniting the flame between them even more. Cole broke away suddenly. Phoebe looked up at him confused, but she didn't say anything because he was catching his breath.

"Do you think we're going too fast?" Cole asked hoarsely. Phoebe smiled at his question. "No, not at all," Phoebe replied pulling him down on top of her.

They made love sweet love all night long...

TBC

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~Dianna~