Troy Bolton sat down in his study, alone with his thoughts. He was stressed, as usual, and needed to get away from his noisy family at the dinner table. His wife, Sharpay, didn't say anything when he excused himself but she knew what was on his mind.

Her.

She was his daughter Eleanor's best friend, the tutor to his son Jack and his family's maid during the summer but to him she was something more.

She was his lover.

Troy knew deep in his heart that what he had done was incredibly wrong. He was destroying his career and his family by fucking the teenaged beauty that worked for them. Something he had gotten done doing only 2 hours ago. It wasn't something that he'd planned to do. Some things just happen.

As Troy rested his head in his hands, he thought back to the summer where it all began. The summer he put his family, career and reputation in danger over the then 16 year old Taylor McKessie. The summer she became more than just a lay.

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"Good evening, Mr. Bolton," Zeke Baylor, the chef, said happily to a tired Troy. "Mrs. Sharpay said that she'd be home late. She's out shopping." Zeke continued to stir something in a pot. "The kids are at their grandparents."

Troy nodded, barely listening to Zeke. He'd had a excruciately busy day at his office and only wanted to get to his bedroom. As he stepped into his bedroom, he noticed a half nude Taylor McKessie sitting on the bed. Waiting.

"Troy, hey." Taylor crossed and uncrossed her legs. "Do you want me to leave you alone so you can rest?," she asked seductively.

He shook his head, playing along. "I'm fine, Taylor." Troy looked her up and down, liking what he saw. "You sure about this?"

Taylor nodded and smiled up at Troy. "Let me help you undress."

Troy let Taylor undo his tie before kissing her. He picked the African American girl up and lay her gently on the bed. "You know I'd give anything to be with you, in public."

"I love you, Troy." Taylor said, avoiding his statement. "And I know you love me."

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That fateful afternoon Troy had made love to Taylor, for the 5th time since she'd began working for the Bolton's. He never meant to sleep with her. Hell, he never meant to become attracticed to the girl in the first place. It was just the way she walked when she was around him, the way she stared into his eyes and licked her lips. How could he forget how she seduced him one night when he was alone in his study?

All that had happened a year ago. Taylor was now 17 and Troy a handsome 37. They were now meeting secretly afterschool, and sometimes Troy snuck into her house. What started as a one time thing had grown into a full fledged love affair. It was more about them just spending time together.

His daughter would freak if she knew that her dad was fucking her best friend. His wife would probably take the kids and leave town, leaving him with nothing. And his son would, without a doubt, disown his father.

But Troy had fallen in love with the beautiful black girl and she with him. He wouldn't let anything or anyone destroy that. Not Sharpay, Eleanor, Jack and definitely not Chad Danforth, Taylor's boyfriend. Not even the venomous racism that the year 1953 spit out.

Picking up the phone by his side, Troy dialed the only number that came to mind. "Taylor, please meet me in the guest house."