I don't own the vampire diaries.

This is a revamp of an old klonnie, which I wanted to perfect and so the update will be regular because I'm editing and only adding more layer to the story.

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Ps: The texts in bold are text messages, and those which are in italic are character thoughts


Prologue : Room 1128


He only sends 'room 1128', and the words suffice to quicken her pulse. A shiver runs through her body. It is not the first time that she received a similar text. Since she started to work for him, Bonnie receives a message with a hotel room number once a week. This message is unordinary. Two days prior, Bonnie received her weekly message.

Therefore, she decides to ignore it, and she assumes that he dialled the wrong number. He mixed her up with another of his girls. Bonnie finishes putting her sweatpants while the light on her phone goes on again to indicate a new incoming message. She checks it, and it is another message with a more aggressive tone than the previous one.

What's the fuck is wrong with you Bonnie? The message shocks Bonnie because Kai never uses any crude word while he speaks to her. Bonnie heard Kai talk to the other girls with a bit disrespect but never had it happened to her. Bonnie knows that Kai is nicer to her because he has a crush on her. What could be the reason behind the sudden change of habits? With shaky hands, she picks her phone up, and comforted by the safety of being behind her phone, she boldly replies to his text.

You must have made a mistake, and I'm out for this week. Bonnie believes that Kai won't text after she sends her reply. She wants him to let her rest, and her day was long and busy. Bonnie is a medical intern, and so exhausting assignments and tiresome courses fill her days. When Bonnie has free time like tonight, she exclusively wants to watch something on Netflix and to switch off her brain for a short period.

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However, what she wishes for today would only remain a wish. The green light on Bonnie's phone blinks gain. The phone's vibration signals an incoming message. Bonnie reluctantly picks up her phone, and she reads the text. With the virulence of his words, she concludes that Kai is furious.

Bonnie, you need to remember who you belong to, and you will do what I ask you to do. I made no fucking mistake. You need to pick that damn phone and be a good girl or…

'or' what does the open threat mean? Bonnie doesn't want to dwell on it. As a result of horrid circumstance, Bonnie does belong to Kai. Until she can repay her debts to Kai, he owns her. She owes to Kai a hundred thousands of dollar, though she didn't borrow the money. Bonnie's father, Rudy, took the loan from Kai.

However, none of it matters anymore! Rudy is not in the position to pay Kai back. Four months ago, he passed away, and with his death, Bonnie's troubles started. On top of her old debts, Bonnie must add the new ones, which are piling on her bank statement every day.

Bonnie knows that Kai must be serious, and so she writes the standard answer for the type of messages, which Kai sent. When she started working for him, Kai taught her how to navigate the business and his rules. The conversation should look completely innocent, and there must be no proof, which the police could use to arrest Kai.

Bonnie doesn't know what leaves or doesn't leave incriminating evidence for the police. Before meeting Kai, she has never been part of anything remotely illegal in her life. Bonnie was a model citizen, student, and a perfect daughter. Her mind fails to understand the requirements of her new situation.

Where and when? She finishes typing, and she sends the text.

Stressed with a galloping heart, she waits for Kai's reply. He normally takes his sweet time to reply, and so Bonnie does not anticipate an immediate reply. When her phone vibrates, Bonnie's heartbeat plummets. Between the neon lights of the blinking screen of her phone, Bonnie reads the white words this sentence.

Darling, we have a rendezvous at the Ritz-Carlton. Today, I want to spoil you. An emoticon, which blows a heart punctuates the message.

Anything special, do you want me to wear something different maybe a colour? She hesitantly types her usual line. The clients always want her to wear a special colour, or they desire to see her hair done in a special style. Sometimes, the requests are eccentric, or they are creepy, which is the worst that can happen to her. When the request is disgusting and creepy, Bonnie refuses to comply with it.

Her phone rings one more time, and the tone of the message is warmer than the previous one.

Bonster, just put something nice on. I know that I don't have to worry about how good you look. You always look nice, but you need to be at the hotel an hour early. I would meet you at 8 pm. Kai ends his text with a flirty emoticon. He always flirts with Bonnie, and it mainly for that reason that she is in a different predicament to his other girls. Bonnie can refuse to have sex with the client. When they are insistent, she can appeal to Kai.

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The sex is what Bonnie's client generally want, and to have sex with her, they are ready to double her price. She needs the money, but sometimes, it is nice to have a choice. Bonnie regularly avoids to have sex with a client, and she doesn't want to complicate her precarious situation. Bonnie is an escort, and that is what she is and who she wants to remain while she is working for Kai. The desire, which Kai has for her, allows Bonnie the luxury to refuse any indecent proposal. He saves her from the trouble of screwing old men. However, with some clients, she makes an exception.

She is firm in her positions, but two clients have slept with her. One of the lucky men is a regular, but the minute that follows after the sex with him, Bonnie feels dirty for a multitude of reasons. One of the reasons is the fact that her client is married. Fortunately, he is not bad on the eyes, and he pays a lot of money for her service. Sometimes, Bonnie wants to believe that she loves him, or she wants to alleviate her guilty conscience. Perhaps, she dreams about her own Pretty woman story.

However, the more time that she spends with the other girls the more she knows the truth. Pretty woman is bullshit, and It is a fairy-tale for women like Bonnie. It is a blanket, which keeps many sane. Bonnie's married client claims that he loves her, and he wants to be with her. She naively believed him for a few months. He swears that he can't leave his wife because of his social position. She was naïve enough to believe his words before, but now, hope doesn't blind her. Her life as an escort has disillusioned her.

'The married client' that is how she likes to call him. He is an influential man in Chicago, or rather his father has money and power. Bonnie's client, he is at the beginning of his political carrier, and he needs a stable family. Those reasons are his way to explain his cowardice. Bonnie doesn't care enough to demand anything from him. She cares for little in her life. For the last four months, Bonnie has shut the world out of her mind. She does not want her escort lifestyle to affect her. She is psychologically fragile, and she may be on a verge of a depression. The only reason why she continues to keep hope is the fact that she is going to graduate from med school in a few months. After her graduation, she will able to afford a decent paying job, and her resident salary barely covers anything.

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Bonnie again reads her text, and she is surprised. Never before a client allowed her to wear what she wants. Although, the time needed to reach the hotel annoys Bonnie. She must meet him at 8 pm. When she checks her watch, she has only two hours left to get ready and be there before him. Everything in regard to tonight encounter sounds odd. Bonnie is unwilling to go, and her gut feelings support that decision. Something is wrong, but Bonnie doesn't get to choose.

Her pimp might become violent, and she has seen Kai hit the other girls to obedience. Calling Kai a pimp doesn't sound right, and he is always nice and gentle with her. However, a pimp is who Kai is, and she should not be naive. When she thinks about it, it is weird. Bonnie can't portray him as someone violent, and she has seen him raise hell on many girls. With the other girls, things are different. Sometimes, they have black eyes.

Bonnie can never say if Kai is the one who hurt them or if it is a client. The other girls hate Bonnie, and she could care less for how they sneer at her. With a solid knowledge of how Kai can be violent, Bonnie doesn't take any risk, and she replies to his text to ask essential information about her night.

Whose name did you use to make the reservation? She hits the send button.

As it has been since the conversation started, Bonnie doesn't have to wait for a response. Everything rubs her wrong about tonight. and she takes a deep breath to still her nerves.

Bennett, Kai's answer throws Bonnie out of the loop. Everything about this meeting indicates disasters. Therefore, Bonnie texts her cousin, Lucy, and she want to a sense of safety.

Hey, Lucy, I am going to be working tonight. if you don't hear from me tonight, please start to worry and call the police. Her message seems a bit dramatic, but shit happens a lot in her line of work. The streets are not safe for escorts and prostitutes. She has learned it on the job like any other sex worker. Lucy does not immediately reply, but Bonnie knows that if anything happens to her, her cousin will do what she asks her to do. Bonnie drops her phone, and she rushes under the shower.


RITZ-CARLTON room 1128 7:15 PM

Exasperated, he stares at the door after an umteenth glance at the clock. Klaus has already found something to hate about the escort, which Elijah chose. She is late, and tardiness annoys him. He checks his watch, and the clock indicates 7: 20 pm. Why does he continue to wait for her? Impatiently, he rhythmically taps his fingers on the little table set next to the bed where he lies. He tries to take the pent suite in to distract his mind, but with the dimmed light, he can't see anything. Klaus sighs, and he again glances at his watch.

Frustrated and losing his calm, Klaus stands up and moves to the balcony. The fresh air cools him and his boiling thoughts. He takes in the beautiful view of the city, which he eagerly wants to conquer. The room, which baths in deep darkness, left behind with his angry thoughts. Once Klaus settles in a cream chair, he lights a cigarette and blows smokes circle for the wind to carry away.

Chicago beautifully depicts itself under Klaus' sharp blue eyes. The buildings' lights are on, and they shine like crescent stars in the dark night. The carS' flashing lights draw a beautiful river on the road. However, the beautiful view no longer eases Klaus' temper, or do they distract him.

He takes out the files that his brother gave, and he reads out loud.

"Bonnie Bennett." Klaus opens the escort's file, and there is a photo of a beautiful black woman.

She is brightly smiling, and she appears extremely young. Klaus takes the picture, and he engraves her features to his memory. Under the picture, there are many details about the escort. From her height, He concludes that she is a petite woman. After reading her age, she is older than he thought, but she is also eight years younger than he is. She is studying medicine, and Klaus supposed it is a valid explanation to why she works for an asshole like Kai.

Klaus is an asshole too, and he is probably worse than Kai. However, he does not exploit women for a cheap profit. He prefers other criminal offences, and he never found the honour in the profession of a pimp. Klaus is not a saint, and he has had sex with a hooker on multiple occasion. If his memory serves him right, his conscience didn't bother him afterwards. Klaus' world functions in such a manner. Today, the situation is different, and he does not want to be in this hotel. His younger brother, Kol, should handle this, but the bastard found a way to escape Elijah's trap. Kol is in love with a pretty girl, and she happens to be the daughter of a lawyer with a powerful address book, Davina Claire.

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Now, Klaus sits in this hotel room, and he has to wait for a young woman who happens to be late for twenty minutes. His frustration threatens to spoil his interest in Elijah's plan. Klaus drains his cigarette until the ashes stain his fingers. He checks his watch one more time, and he is more furious with each passing second. Twenty- one minute late and Bonnie has yet to arrive. Klaus takes his phone out, and he calls his elder brother.

"Elijah, I have lost patience. Where is your precious harlot?" With a voice reflecting his lack of patience, Klaus says while he lights a new cigarette.

"Brother, if you are calling with the intent to throw a tantrum, I assure you that I have no intent to encourage your immature caprices," Elijah replies with a warning in his voice, and he attempts to cajole Klaus into seeing the logic behind this move, "We need that young woman, and I had to twist some arms to have her. Hence, Niklaus, you need to exercise patience," He finishes his statement with a voice, which leaves no room for argumentation.

"Brother, I care little for your political machinations, and I have made no secret of it. I have a business to run, and I will hardly find success between the legs of a whore. If this is important to you, why aren't you handling it?" Klaus replies with a wave of rising anger.

Klaus has a crime empire to run, but to fix a skirted business, Elijah believes that he has the time to take a night off.

"The power, which we stand to win with the help of that so-called whore, would secure the foundation that damn empire of yours. Put your best foot forward and take care of it, Klaus," Elijah ends the calls before Klaus continue to retort with complaints.

In reaction to his irritable conversation with Elijah, Klaus throws his phone at the wall, and he lets out some steam as he watches it crumble. He finishes another cigarette, and he carelessly discards it to the floor. Cursing the girl for her absence, Klaus sits back on the balcony chair. To soothe his mind, Klaus walks to the minibar, and he pours a generous dose of bourbon in his glass. Klaus removes the jacket of his black suit, and he throws it on the bed. He sits and starts to loosen his tie. He crosses his legs, and again, he reads the file. When he checks his watch for the third time, he hears the bip of the electronic lock opening. Klaus freezes, and he quietly observes the petite frame, which enters the room.


The room baths into shallow darkness, and Bonnie looks for the light switch when her phone starts to ring. The caller ID indicates 'Married man'. Not in the mood to have a conversation, Bonnie sends the call to her voice mail. She continues to move deeper into the dark room, and her phone continues to ring. Her client insists on calling, and the ringtone becomes a source of growing irritation. after declining four times, she gives up before he does, and so she picks up his call. With the calmest voice, which she can summon, Bonnie replies after a deep breath.

" Right now, it isn't a good time to call". She wants to hang up, but his pleading whine stops her.

"Bon, I really need to talk to you, please babe," Her interlocutor pleads with a voice carrying his despair to hear from her.

As a side effect of having a bleeding heart, Bonnie gives in to his plea, and she takes a seat in the room, which faces the wall opposite to the balcony. For that reason, she doesn't notice the moving silhouette behind her.

Klaus observes her mannerism, and he focuses on detail. From the way that she moves her hair in the left side of her head, he knows that she is prone to elegance. She pushes the loose tendril with a sophisticated movement. Klaus listens to Bonnie while with a voice filled with annoyance, she replies to her interlocutor. Her tone is so calm and charming, and he feels a bit envious. He wants her to talk to him with the same sentimental tone. For a moment, Bonnie stops talking, and she heavily sighs with exasperation. The muscle of her back starts to coil, and Klaus has the temptation to massage her tone muscle. Klaus concludes that the person on the other side of the call must be despicable. He can't see Bonnie's face, and so he doesn't see the frown distorting her soft features.

When she abruptly stands and starts to pace, Klaus starts to scrutinize Bonnie's appearance. She has beautiful shoulders and lean arms. She has a very slim waist, which his hands can fully circle. For a moment, he stops and observes her ass, and she has what he calls a great ass. He is not a man who has a fascination for ass, but he can't stop staring at her round one. With each thought that the sight of her ass brings to his mind, Klaus' body redirects his blood toward his manhood. The way with which the fabric of her dress fits on her body is sinful and extremely arousing. Klaus licks his lips and shakes his head to clear his mind. His eyes continue to explore her curve until they settle on her legs, her dress, which is knee length covers what he presumes to be tone thighs. Her calves are athletics with visible muscles.

Bonnie is unaware of the man who observes her pacing, and her horrible conversation steals her focus. Everything her client says disorients her. Bonnie simply wants to end the call, but with each plea, she allows him to continue his whining rant.

"I told you that I can't. Why are you making everything impossible? I really don't need this now," mentally exhaustion starts to spread on her body, and she is going to ruin the floor with her endless passing.

Crying appears to be the next plausible option, and Bonnie's emotion is beyond her control. Dating a client was a mistake, and now, she has to pay for it. His endless harassment threatens her sanity. Bonnie puts the phone away from her ear when he starts shouting at her, and she waits for him to end his tirade. She does not notice Klaus as he draws closer to her.

From Bonnie's hand, Klaus snatches the phone, and a scared scream escapes her lips. He covers Bonnie's mouth with his hand, and it suffices to hold the piercing scream. Klaus draws the back of Bonnie's body close to his front, and so he can prevent her next movement. Bonnie is small, and he has no trouble immobilizing her.

When he is finally in control, Klaus takes the phone to his ear and resumes her conversation with the other man, who continues to shout.

"Will you shut up, mate?" in a commanding manner with his deep British accent, he says and pursues, "The lady is on the clock, and so allow me to postpone your love quarrel to her personal time, "Klaus hangs up, and he throws Bonnie's phone on the bed.

"Bitch, you bite me". With a shocked expression, Klaus looks at Bonnie, and she shoves his arm away from her mouth.

"Who the fuck are you?" She manages to ask while she takes a defensive stand.

"The client," Klaus replies with a false sense of calm, "and you are late Miss Bonnie Bennett, "He says as he checks his watch.

Klaus looks back at her, and with a cocked eyebrow, he waits for her explanation. Klaus has a strict expression plastered on his angelic features and staring at her his eyes glow with a deep intensity, which brightens the blue of his irises. Bonnie inhales deeply, and his eyes on her steer her timidity.

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Under his intense stare, Bonnie becomes apologetic, and her face borrows a guilty expression. She rushes an apology, but midway, she stops to speak. She processes his use of her real name. The night takes an impromptu turn, and Bonnie is slightly scared.

Many girls in her temporary line of work had a gruesome end. She doesn't want to show her, but Klaus would say that she reeks of it. Bonnie wants to grab her phone, but misfortune has it that Klaus reads her thoughts on her gorgeous face. Before Bonnie reacts, Klaus anticipates her move. He catches her hand midway, and he drags her body back to his.

" Easy on, love," Klaus orders when Bonnie tries to fight his hold on her, "There is no need for panic. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done when you blindly waltz in the room. Your body would be decaying in a dumpster, love," He says and chuckles punctuates his statement, but she doesn't hear the humour behind them.

She knows that he spoke the truth. Therefore, Bonnie chases her anxiety with soothing words, and she slides into her escort persona. Bonnie charmingly smiles to him, and she stops fighting his grip on her.

"I am sorry for being late, but this was short notice, Cheri," She says while she silently asks him to release her.

She sounds a lot more flirty than she is supposed to be, and she adds a pet name in the mix. Her theatrics amuse Klaus, and she used that tone on the shouting mate. He remains unimpressed. Bonnie says those word with a suave voice, and she hopes to a bit soothe him. If she has to spend the night at the arm of a man, she will like for it to happen with no associated drama.

Klaus knowingly smiles at her antics. Aware of what she is striving to do, he doesn't appreciate her tone. The idea that she useS the same tone with the other clients annoys him. Although a few minutes ago, he wanted her to use that tone with him. Quietly, he moves to the other sofa, and he picks up a bag and hands it to her. He refills his bourbon's glass and returns to his previous seat.

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Bonnie opens the satin shopping bag, and she finds clothes inside it. She arcs an eyebrow waiting for him to explain, but Klaus is stingy with his words. His eyes track her movement, and he is analyzing her. Bonnie becomes uncomfortable, and she attempts to escape his look by moving a bit. She starts coughing to draw his attention.

"What is this for?" She clearly remembers that he has no special request.

A keen look at her outfit allows her to think that she follows the dress code of those galas and parties where she has to accompany those men. who rent her services. Bonnie is wearing a skintight black cocktail with a sweetheart neckline bustier, and it is knee length. The dress' silk fabric perfectly showcases her curves while maintaining the sophistication needed.

"Wear them," Klaus nonchalantly states after a sip of his bourbon.

Bonnie drags the clothes out of the bad, and he surprisingly chose the underwear, which he wants her to wear. Bonnie raises her eyes, and she throws a glare full of accusations toward Klaus. She reluctantly picks everything, and she starts to walk to the adjacent bathroom. While she is on her way to the bathroom, he raises his index finger to stop her.

"Here, I fancy to watch you less dressed, dove" His accent gives it a solemnity while his commanding voice makes it an order, which she should not dare to disobey.

Bonnie halts her step, and she experiences a growing timidity. Klaus is not the first man who wants to see her strip, and some of her clients have made weirder demands than the one, which he made. However, she has never felt so intimidated. The intensity in his eyes increases her anxiety, and the mystery attached to him adds to the tension.

What remains unsaid between them creates a tension, which syphons the air in Bonnie's lungs. His presence and aura crowd the room, and an electrifying heat runs along her body. Bonnie can't will the motion of her muscles. Bonnie risks a glance at his eyes, and she instantaneously drowns in the agitated sea, which resides in his irises. Waves by waves, his looks crushes her body to a point where her muscles are hyper-reflexive but also flaccid.

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What Klaus says fail to register, she wants him to repeat himself, and so she stares until he does. He nonchalantly stands from his seat, and he felinely walks toward her. When standing right in front of her, He dexterously halts his steps. She draws a deep breath, which is nothing but his masculine fragrance invading her airways. His warm breath mixed with the sweet scent of aged bourbon caress his shivering skin, and the galangal, which layers his expensive perfumes spread in the air surrounding Bonnie.

On the beautiful wooden coffee table, he puts his glass down, and she watches him move at a pace, which shows no care for the trepidation of life. Klaus takes the clothes from her hand, and his fingers linger on the back of her hands. Bonnie's ecstatic beauty probes his restrained emotions. She is breath-taking up close, and it is painfully hard to avoid staring at her. Klaus is not one to live with restraint as a mantra, and so he stares at Bonnie until satiety.

He stares at her beautiful emerald eyes with curiosity for his reflection dancing in that deep viridian sea. Aware of the stress which his proximity creates, Klaus frames Bonnie's face with his warm palms, and he caresses her face with his thumbs. With a passion, which strives to consume every inch of her being, Klaus covers her lips with his.

Bonnie didn't except it, she is shocked, but she returns his kiss. The teasing caresses of his tongue embolden Bonnie, and she deepens the kiss. His lips are smooth, and he is gentle in a way, which she can't compare to anyone's touch. He is sensually nonchalant in his stroke, and it is almost as delicates as the touch of a painter on an impressionist piece. His tongue commands entrance into her mouth, and she is willing to obey. Her mouth slightly opens to allow the entrance of the sweet invader.

Eventually, Klaus retakes control of the kiss. His tongue's strokes grow aggressive, and his caress is impetuous and authoritative. Klaus' engages in a joust with her tongue, and he only stops to suck on her lip as he relentlessly returns to battle her in a new tango. When his dick starts to harden, he stops the kiss and moves behind her. He starts softly to kiss her shoulder while he begins to unzip her dress. His tongue flirts with the curve of her neck, and his hand discovers the smoothness of her satin skin.

When her dress hits the floor, his eyes stop on her ass once again. Klaus pulls Bonnie's ass toward his groin, and he sandwiches his hard shaft between the heat of her buns. He should go somewhere with her, but the only thing on his mind is the need to fuck her. Suddenly, this mission is no more a cause of discontent nor regret.

Klaus' hand hastens to undo her bra, and Bonnie's thong joins the dress pooling at her feet. He recklessly discards her bra, and she is a glorious sight clothed in nothing but the glow of sheer sweat. Klaus never thought it possible, but his shaft becomes harder. He swiftly turns her body, and so she can face him. Sweet devil waiting for him in Tartarus, A naked Bonnie is a view worth his damnation. Her body is tone, and she has beautiful breasts. Her beautiful caramel skin is so soft, and his hands eagerly explore it. Klaus puts his hands on her ass and pulls her closer with a swift movement. Her body perfectly fits against his body, and against his chest, her breasts press.

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Bonnie's brain is working too fast, and she struggles to make a choice in the heat of the moment. She relishes his hands lingering on her body, and his mouth surrounding her hardening nipples feels like a treat from the gods. Now, Bonnie is moaning as Klaus presses many kisses to her collarbone, and her inner core is dampening in response to his caress.

Klaus slides a hand between her legs. She spreads them to give him better access to the essence of her pleasure. His thumb is spreading her labias and circling her entrance. He is teasing her while his mouth is avidly sucking on her nipples.

The lustful cries falling from the lips, which his kisses bruised, nourish Klaus' passion. With little effort, He lifts her up, and he possessively grabs her ass. She wraps her legs around his waist in a tight hold. He takes her to the baldachin bed, and as her back hits the bed, Bonnie makes her decision.

Bonnie stretches her hand along the soft fabric of his shirt, and she shoves chest away from her. She is breathing heavily while he is panting a few inches away from her neck. Klaus raises his head to look at her, and his face wears a quizzical expression. His predatory desire simmers in his eyes, and she swallows as much air as she can with a shallow breath.

"I don't have sex with the client. " She breathes the words out, and she sits up while pushing him further away, " You are obviously hot, but no. Those are the house rules," She says trying to get her breathing pattern back to normal.

Klaus answers with a mischevious smile, and he crawls down her body. She watches with regret his hands leave her body. He has been with different girls from the same agency, and so he knows that is a personal rule. He moves away from her. Klaus has his hands up as proof of surrender. he walks back to his seat and takes back his bourbon glass.

Bonnie stands up, and the proof of her arousal coats her inner thigh. Her pussy tingles with needs while his boner is visible. Bonnie parading her naked body in front of him only worsens Klaus'ache. He puts his hand on his member, and he tries to soothe his aching manhood. Although her state of undress is counterproductive.

"Sweetheart, my gentleman's manner shall weaken if I have to stare at your ass for longer than my sanity can bear," He says sternly while his mind tries to focus on everything in the room, which is not the beautiful naked that he held minutes ago.

While Klaus leers on her and finds it impossible to tear his eyes from her, Bonnie hastens to put the red lace underwear. She slips into the deep red velvet dress, which fits her body like a glove, and she turns to ask him to zip her dress. Klaus' reluctantly does it. Bonnie pulls her hair in a chignon, and Klaus discovers that he has made a mistake. Nothing on earth will stand between him and his desire to own Bonnie Bennett.

She is ethereal, and the red of her dress enhanced the green of her eyes. Her eyes are a green deeper than any green that he has ever seen. Her strong jaw is aristocratic and holds the attention of the beholder. She is in mid-way between a classic beauty and the one of a kind due to the singularity of her crooked jaw. Her face is beautifully asymmetrical.


In Klaus' mind, Klaus curses Elijah's hand in fate. Bonnie is the personification of lust to Klaus, and when passion controls his action, Klaus is reckless. He drains what remains of his bourbon, and he leads Bonnie out of the room. Klaus extends his hand for Bonnie's to take. She steps out of the door, which he opened, and she adorably asks an incongruous question.

"What I'm supposed to call you?" The edge of her escorting persona starts to resurface.

Bonnie is charming, but she remains distant. Klaus bears no thought for their present conversation, and he quietly leads her toward the elevator. Bonnie is growing impatient, and she tugs on his hand to catch his attention, " I need a name so it isn't obvious that my services have a price," She repeats herself when he finally looks at her.

Bonnie smiles at Klaus, and she waits for an answer.

"Mr Mikealson," He distractedly responds while they wait for the elevator, which remains three floors up.

Bonnie's laugh drags Klaus out of his mind. He cocks an eyebrow while he tries to remember the topic of their short one-sided conversation.

"Who will buy that I'm your girlfriend if I have to call you that, darling," She manages to say between laughs.

"Niklaus, love" He corrects his previous answer.

"Okay..." She glances at him for a second, and she continues to speak, "Nik or Klaus will be fine," She says while the elevator door opens.

She takes his arm and lays her hand on his elbow. Bonnie acts for the people around her, and Klaus knows it. She likes to be in character before the big show. This is her rehearsal, and she fools the people in the elevator with them. Klaus' thought takes over his surroundings, and he is ready for the negotiation that will follow this interlude. He steps in his character or in his second skin, the mobster.

He pressed the rooftop, and Bonnie is glad that she doesn't have to go somewhere else. She can leave when everything is done, and she will not need his help. The rooftop is beautiful with his lounge ambience, and there is a fireplace made of marble. Bonnie loves the sofas, which gives some character to the place. The air is hot, which is uncommon, but the view astounds her. At least, she would have something to stare at while he discusses businesses with who he has to meet tonight. Klaus takes her hand, and he leads her to a table for four. They sit, and Bonnie waits with no interest for what might follow.

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Klaus impatiently checks his watch, and at random time, he leers at her Bonnie. He does not hide his attraction to her, and she averts her eyes to avoid the intensity of their eye contacts. Bonnie is uncomfortable, and the silence between them doesn't help. She wants to start a conversation, but he doesn't share her eager to replace silence with banality.

Klaus calls for the waiter, and he silences her with his index finger. He asks for bourbon and a glass of white wine for her. He decides that she is the type to drink white wine. When Bonnie tries to object, he sends the waiter away.

"Asshole," she mutters, and he catches her insult.

Klaus cocks his eyebrows, and an arrogant smirk sits on his plump lips. Bonnie replies with a fake smile instead of middle finger as her heart begs her too, but she makes sure that he knows how fake her smile is. Klaus ignores her, and he pulls a file out starts to read. Bonnie travels in her mind, and the silence ceases to be irksome.

When an unexpected newcomer at least unexpected for Bonnie walks to their table, he breaks their concentrations. Bonnie suspiciously looks at the man, and Klaus remains unfazed.

"Bonster, darling," Her pimp extends his arms, and he waits for a hug.

Bonnie hesitates to stand, and a look at Klaus, she knows to tell her what she needs to know. Bonnie needs to stay where she is, or he might wreak havoc. Therefore, she just nods, and Klaus smirks as a reward for her obedience. Kai turns his head menacingly toward Klaus, who raises his eyes. Kai's antics leave him unimpressed.

"Mikealson, "He says ceremoniously, " Why does my girl receive her order from you?" He teases.

"Parker" Klaus replies with a nod, and he answers," She knows who dick is bigger," To Bonnie surprise, both men explode into a laugh.

"So, is she to your taste?" Kai asks referring to Bonnie, and Bonnie decides to zone out of the room.

In her mind, she is going through old poetry. First, she attempts to remember beautiful words. She misses Klaus' answer to Kai's question, but she also misses the next statement, which is capital to her future. However, her mind focuses on the morning class, which she has to attend to raise her score on urology.


Bonnie remains in her thoughts while Kai and Klaus negotiate her price. Kai's greed annoys Klaus, who hates when anyone blatantly disrespects him. He glances at Bonnie, and she returns his look with an empty gaze.

"The price is not high, and Nik, she is my biggest girl. I have to cut my loss, and she owes me a bunch of money," Kai argues.

"Kai, your 'biggest' girl doesn't fuck, and she is new to the game," Klaus points out facts, which Kai can't argue, "your reluctant lay on other ground," He continues and he does have to say that Kai wants Bonnie in his bed.

" How much does she owe you?" Klaus argues back, and then calls Bonnie, "Love, how much do you owe him?" He waits for Bonnie to give him a number.

Bonnie glances at Kai, and she remains obvious to the situation. When Bonnie is about to answer, Kai attempts to threaten. Klaus witnesses the exchange. Without a warning, he stabs Kai's hand with a steak knife, and he smiles at a shock Bonnie. He twists the knife until the sharp edge lies on Kai's little finger.

"Sorry, love, a short temper is part of my flaw." He doesn't sound apologetic, and Bonnie wants to run away from Klaus and Kai, "How much?" Klaus repeats for Kai.

The knife starts to sink in Kai's finger, and Klaus looks impatient and ready to show more his infamous temper.

"250 thousand," still shocked by the previous scene, Bonnie hastens to say, and she feels like she has stepped into a mobster movie.

Now more than ever, she wants to escape into the recess of her mind, but what Klaus says next makes it clear that she is the topic of conversation. Bonnie stops daydreaming, and she forces her mind to follow the conversation.

"So, that would be 250 thousand and 50 thousands on top for your cooperation. Being generous, I will let you keep your little finger, mate." Klaus says, but the edge of the knife sinks deeper in Kai's finger.

" Before you think about bargaining with me, I am in no mood for a dull argument. Your 'biggest' girl gave me blue balls" Klaus sternly ends the conversation while to the mention of the previous event, Bonnie blushes.


Bonnie worries that Kai would take Klaus up on his offer. He will sell her to a man with a short temper. A man who stabs people in public while he continues with his day as if nothing happened. Bonnie is silently pleading with Kai, and she hopes that he will say no to Klaus' offer. She looks into her pimp eyes, but in those brown orbs, she finds a man, who is calculating a business move. Kai's decision will not be for her sake nor will it be in her favour. He smiles at her, and he continues to converse with Niklaus.

"The girl is worth the money and access for some of my girls to your casinos in Vegas. Your last ban makes business hard for me" Kai negotiates, and he knows that this is his chance to get something out of the Mikealson.

He likes his Bonster, but such opportunities only happen once in a lifetime.

"Give me her carnet of address, and you don't come near her. I can see how you look at her, and we have an accord, Malachi." Klaus offers one last time, and he is getting everything that he needs. Bonnie is slowly dying inside while men who she did not know months ago are trading her life as if it is nothing but an object. She holds the tears burning her cornea, and the anger rises from deep within her. Thus, she zoned out of their conversation, and the voices around her become white noise. Bonnie's eyes are once again empty, and she wants to run away from this insane world. She uncomfortably stares at a woman, who is laughing on another table. Bonnie tries to remember when she laughed like that in her life. The memory is far removed from her new life.

The wind caresses her face, and it brings her peace. Her boiling blood consumes her heart. A polite tear rolls from her eyes to her cheeks and the droplets hit her hand. Klaus absently hands her a handkerchief to wipe her tear, and she takes it to sweep a lonely tear. She fights to regain composure. The conversation ends, and Kai has a bright smile. He kisses her cheek as he stands to leave. She looks at him leaving, and she does not know what new predicament she is in.

Klaus takes her hand, and she follows him. They stand in silence in front of the elevator. He is grinning satisfied by his deal while many thoughts and questions are colliding in Bonnie's brain. Bonnie mind is in limbo, and she is steps away from a breakdown.

Although, she keeps her straight posture, and she holds tightly on her dignified facade. The elevator opens, and it is full of people. She returns her mask escort to hide the tears of Bonnie Bennett, and she acts as a lover to the man who bought her for three hundred thousand dollars. In her programmed autopilot mode, she feigns happiness until her cheeks ache. Klaus is relaxed and holds her. He presses lobby, and once he takes his car and leads her to the passenger side. He sits in the conductor, and the reality of the night virulently assault Bonnie.

"Where are, we going?" She dares to ask with a shaking and barely audible voice.

"Home, love" Klaus answers.

" Home," She crumbles when the word gains a meaning.

Her tears fall, and she heavily breathes. Bonnie starts to have a panic attack.