Hey everyone thanks for reading. I'm almost finished my other two fics so I decided to start on this idea. If you've seen this is loosely based on the movie obsessed and it's really good if you can over look Beyoncé's acting. It won't completely follow the plot, but I'm hoping to get as close as possible. There will be Steroline, Debekah, and Bonkai but this is mostly a Bamon fic.
Damon walked out of the elevator and was greeted by the receptionist for his floor. "Good morning Mr. Salvatore," the older woman said.
"Alison, how many times am I going to have to insist on you calling me, Damon?" he asked with a smiled.
"You know me, Mr. Salvatore," she smiled.
"Do you have my messages?" he asked her.
"You're new assistant has them," she smiled.
"How many times am I going to have to tell Niklaus I don't want a new assistant before he gets the message? Stefan is coming back in six weeks."
"I think Mr. Mikleson would like it if everyone had a singular focus."
"I can multitask," Damon objected.
"You forgot about the Harrison meeting," she reminded him.
"It was to sign papers they didn't even need me," he complained.
"You had the contract Mr. Salvatore. Face it without Stefan you're half a brain," she teased.
"Now you sound like my wife," he laughed.
"Bonnie's a smart girl, a sweetheart," she said going on a tangent.
"If you only knew the real her, you wouldn't speak so highly," he teased.
"If I'm comparing her to you, I always will, Mr. Salvatore."
"It's Damon, Lissy Bear," he said making his way down to his corner office.
Damon walked into his office and a young lady jumped up from Stefan's desk. "I have your coffee ready and Stefan faxed over the Ad proposal he worked on. It's on your desk for your approval. You have a meeting at 10:30, I freed you for lunch at noon. Stefan said you usually sit in your office and eat. You have a meeting with the team and 3:30 and I scheduled you alone time until five to put the finishing touches on Stefan's work," she said handing him his schedule. "Would you like anything else?"
"What's your name?"
"I'm Rebekah I work at Walden's temp agency. I met Stefan there and then you got him the job here so he asked me to help you."
"Did he?" Damon asked with a raised brow.
"He did."
"Hold my calls for a bit," Damon smiled as he pushed the door open to the inner office and locked it. He power walked over to his desk and called Stefan.
"Stefan's phone how may I help you?" a young lady asked.
"Is this Caroline?" Damon questioned.
"Oh, Damon I thought you were the temp hey," she said.
"Where's your better half I need to discuss something with him," Damon sighed.
"Sure," Caroline said. She covered the receiver. "It's Damon he sounds mad."
"When isn't he?" Stefan smiled. "Brother?"
"Do you want me to die?" he asked.
"I thought you were the man of the house and you ran your castle," Stefan said with a snort.
"One thing, my wife asks one thing of me. Do you know what it is, brother?" Damon asked Stefan.
"No female assistants," he mumbled.
"Because?"
"You banged the last two, but you and Care happened in high school and you married Bonnie so that worked out," Stefan said sounded far too jovial for Damon's liking.
"My nuts are going to get cut off. Out of all the girls you send her. You don't have a homely, older lady friend?" Damon yelled.
"There's Bree, but didn't you sleep with her too?" Stefan said.
"Great," Damon sighed.
"Look I'll call Bonnie and tell her you need help, and I suggested Rebekah. She's the best and she's really good at difficult cases," he said and Damon could virtually see the smirk on his brother's face.
"When you get back remind me to fire you," Damon deadpan.
"You'd do that to your newlywed, baby brother. I held the fort down when you took time off after DJ was born. You can make it through these next few weeks."
"Fine I'll just dock your pay ever hour you're away," Damon said as he hung up. Damon went in his draw and took out his rubric's cube. He could finish one in under a minute and doing them always relaxed him. He couldn't keep Rebekah. Bonnie would kill him.
He paced his office as he weighed his options. The easiest thing would be to fire her and pretend they never met. But he was in the middle of three very big accounts and needed all the help he could get. If it wasn't for DJ he'd get Bonnie back in the office. They were the perfect team. That was until they became the perfect couple, they were today. A tiny part of him wished he could have kept his hands to himself. She was the best assistant he ever had. Stefan wasn't really an assistant they worked like partners and got paid like a team too.
There was a time where he and Stefan had a secretary Ms. Caroline Forbes she was thorough, everything by the book, and man he could push a deadline when they needed. Stefan and Caroline started dating, and thanks to the company's no fraternizing policy, she was gone too.
Damon pinched the bridge of his noise. He walked around his huge mahogany desk and looked at his family photos. Bonnie was a vision. Her green eyes were like the Mona Lisa's and just captivated the room. She had a way of holding his gaze no matter where he stood. Those eyes were the very thing that made him fall for her.
In the beginning of their acquaintance they couldn't stand each other. She often called him a pompous dick under her breath, and he may have called her an old maid. He often thought about firing her, but Bonnie was amazing with clients. She could sell anything above market price and make it same like a deal. The best part was that Damon could deliver and it brought companies back over and over. That led to them working long nights and actually being forced to get to know each other.
After that, it didn't take long for them to see how much they had in common. That led to his eyes opening, and he allowed his mind to wonder. Bonnie had a mind for fashion, and boy did he love her hip hugging pencil skirts. She had one for practically every day of the year. And her perfume, Juicy Couture-so common, but so regal on that woman.
Then, came their weekend in Catalina when they kissed. She tasted like a salted caramel latte. Her lips were soft and moist. She was more skilled then he pegged her for. She worked his lips like a snake charmer. He worked his way to her neck leaving his mark. She had a hickey for two weeks. Every time he got a glance of it his chest swelled with pride.
After, there was the fateful day she was sick. He came to her house to finalize two cases. She was in the tiniest shorts he had ever seen. Her breast dared to spill out of cami. She was nervous. She could feel the sexual tension in the air. As the seconds ticked on it threatened to engulf them. He did the unthinkable when he kissed her. This time more relentless, trying to prove he was worthy of this mistake. He didn't know if it was all the cough syrup, but she gave in. She gave into him in a sweet, slow surrender.
Damon traced her lips through the frame. He picked up his phone to call his wife. Then he put the phone down. This would have to wait until he could see the kind of work Rebekah could do. He had to trust his brother's judgment. He put the rubrics cube down and pushed the button on the intercom. "Could you come in my office?" Damon asked before he unlocked the door.
"Su-sure thing," she stuttered.
"Leave the door open and have a seat," Damon said going to the mini bar. "Would you care for a drink?"
She looked perplexed by his offer. She studied him with her deep blue eyes. They were coated by a thick veil of blonde lashes. Her ruby-red, painted pout pressed tight. She looked lost in thought. "Water would be fine," she said.
"Ice?" he asked.
"Please."
Damon handed her the drink and sat on his desk in front of her. He could tell she was a rather tall girl. She dressed modestly for her frame, and that would please Bonnie, to see she was reserved. "My brother told me you're my best option in his absence. I'm going to take him for his word. I expect you here on time. If you have a life outside this office know now that is null and void. The clients are your life," he stressed.
Rebekah started to look nervous again, and he hoped she was everything Stefan said. Otherwise, he was wasting his breath right now. "The weekend before a big project meeting, we do conference calls on the Gotomeeting app, if you don't have it download it, immediately. Don't wear bright colors unless it's for a holiday. Never apologize to me. Don't be sorry. When you feel sorry you'll know to pack your bags, because we have no room for sorry at Mikealson, Lockwood & Associates. Any question?"
"No sir, but you're meeting is in ten minutes and I need your notes to prepare your packet," she informed him.
"They are in the cloud. The computers are synchronized so you will always have the most recent copy. So there's no need to ask. However, if the file title is bolded I'm not finished, and the files are stored under the project serial number."
"Very well Mr. Salvatore," Rebekah said as she stood.
"Damon please," he said as he extended his hand to her. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you for having me, Mr-Damon."
Damon and Rebekah were getting alone quite well. She was very gracious and a quick learner. Even in the midst of a slip up she could turn the situation around tenfold. Damon could tell she was like him, she worked best under pressure. She could have surely saved the Titanic once the iceberg ripped that fatal hole in it. She was everything Stefan assured, she was.
"I still think something is missing in the background it's to open," Damon said to Stefan as they skyped.
"How about we fill it with balloons or fireworks," Stefan said as he examined the family they elected for their life-insurance billboard.
"Do you think someplace else could work?" Damon proposed.
"You thinking Disney?"
"That's too cheesy and we'll need approval," he said. "Give me a family distention city. One historical, but modern, fun. A place you'll take your family."
"Boston?"
"No, not quite right."
"Philadelphia," Rebekah said.
"What was that?" Damon asked.
"I just-you said."
"You're starting to sound sorry," Damon accused. "Just tell me what you said."
"Philadelphia," she repeated.
"That works," Damon said.
"Yeah the have a skyline comparable to New York so it catches the eye. It's very patriot, virtually untouchable," Stefan agreed.
"It's brilliant. Our girl's gold," Damon said smiling up at Rebekah.
"I told you she was."
"Let's get this to printing and you tell Caroline I said hello," Damon said to his brother.
"High big bro," Caroline called out. "Thanks for giving me my husband back."
"One can only take his brooding for so long," Damon said as she laughed. "Bye guys keep working on that nephew," he teased.
"I'll keep you posted," Stefan said before he logged out the call.
Bonnie hadn't been in the office since she had DJ nineteen months before. She was busy being a mom and working on her BA. She and Damon had come to an agreement when they got married, that Bonnie would do the stay-at-home-mother-Stepford-wife thing until she finished school. She knew Damon didn't think she'd finish so fast, but she was approaching her last semester. She was already getting offers for graduate school and she couldn't be happier. She managed to have it all, and that was because she had the perfect guy by her side.
Damon was just as dutiful as he was loving. He could come off cold and crude, but he was a wounded puppy under it all. She had always seen that in him. The way his eyes would so often betray him. The big icy, blue orbs told so much. She was always amazed at how he could annoy, amaze, and anger her with the same look.
She walked up to Alison's desk. "Look at you," Alison said as she came from around the desk. "Please hold," she said putting whoever she was talking to on the headset on hold. "How have you been?"
"Good, I brought a surprise," she said wheeling DJ around.
"Look at my little angel," she said picking up the smiling boy. "It's a sin how much he looks like that boy."
Damon Jr. was in fact the spitting image of his senior. From the curly dark locks on his head to his long toes. The only thing that were Bonnie's was his green eyes, even though they were an icy green. The boy also adorned a lighter caramel complexation that he inherited from his mother. Bonnie looked at her boy and couldn't help but smile.
"We're having lunch with daddy since Uncle Stefan is gone," she said.
"Daddy," he agreed.
"Please be more like your momma," Alison begged.
"Mom," he said pointing to Bonnie.
"That's right I'm your mommy," Bonnie said as she tickled DJ's tummy. "Let's go see daddy."
Damon was still looking over the final layout with Rebekah leaning over him. Bonnie watched curiously as they looked over the design. "I still feel like we're missing something," Damon said.
"Mind if I help?" Bonnie asked.
"Bon," Damon smiled. The way his eyes lit up made Rebekah scowl. "And is that my little man," Damon said as he picked up his son. "You taking care of mommy?"
"Yes," DJ agreed even though he wasn't quite sure what he agreed to.
"That's my boy," Damon said as he gave him a kiss. "Rebekah this is my better half, Bonnie," Damon said giving Bonnie a kiss. "And my pride and joy Damon Jr," he said.
"It's nice to meet you. He talks about you all the time," Rebekah smiled politely.
"Hey, could you give us a minute for lunch?" Damon said. "You can take your half if you like."
"I'm going at 2:30 while you're doing the recap," she reminded him.
"Right."
"Nice meeting you Brandy," she said leaving.
Bonnie was sure she didn't say her name right, but she couldn't be quite sure of what she did say. "So what do you think we need?" Damon asked pulling her out of her thoughts.
Bonnie walked around his desk. The layout was perfect at first glance, but Damon was right it was missing something. "Did you just come up with the background?" Bonnie asked.
"Yeah it was too empty and Rebekah suggested Philadelphia," he informed her as he played with DJ.
"How about you make them engage with the background more. Right now the family is fully engaging the viewer with their stance juxtapose them a little so they still interact with the viewer, but engage the background."
Damon walked over and looked at what his wife had done. She was always five steps ahead. "You sure you don't want your job back," Damon asked.
"What's our plan?"
"Marry, school, baby if it happens, more school, and more babies," he smiled.
"Damon."
"Fine you get a career and forget you're a mother and wife," he pouted.
"Let's eat before I knock your teeth in," Bonnie warned.
"Mommy doesn't understand how helpless we are without her," Damon said to DJ.
"Damon please," she said as she unpacked their lunch.
It was Damon's favorite pasta from the shop by his parent's. That was ten miles in the opposite direction of home. "When did you get this pasta? It's still hot?" he asked her.
"Ask what you want," Bonnie smirked.
"Why were you near my parents?" he asked.
"I was making the arrangements for their anniversary, you do remember that?" she asked.
"Crap the cake. Caroline is going to kill me."
"I already sent her a few and they are pending approval," she smiled.
"That's why I said I do," Damon beamed.
"Because I know how to save your ass," she snickered.
"You do a lot of things to my ass," he said going to kiss her lips, but he only got cheek. "What was that?" he asked.
Bonnie gestured to the ajar door. Damon walked over and closed it all the way and locked it. He walked behind Bonnie and kissed her neck. "Damon," she moaned. He knew she meant that as a warning, but he knew she wanted more.
He walked in front of her and gave her the look. On cue her legs opened to him. He kissed her lips vigorously and pulled her into his growing erection. "DJ's sleep I can push the meeting," he said.
"We haven't really eaten," Bonnie told him.
"I'll just have to eat my fill of you," he said as he pushed her dress up. "Do you have time?"
Bonnie simply nodded and he continued his pursuit of her treasure. He removed her panties and wasted no time drawing her clit into his mouth. Damon knew just how to work her button. He moved his head licking her from crack to clit making her moan ever so softly. Bonnie was the queen of discretion and that was how their office affair went unnoticed for so long. But once she was in the comforts of her own home, she didn't hold back.
Damon removed his member from his dress pants and stroked it in rhythm with each stroke of his tongue. Soon he used his tongue to fuck his wife, making her moan and writhe under him. "Damon I'm," she started as her orgasm took hold of her. Damon used that as his cue to enter her. "Sit," Bonnie directed.
Damon did as she ordered him and sat in her stead. She mounted him with now warning and sunk all the way down. His face flushed at the incredible feel of her. But she didn't move. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek and he knew he was in trouble. "What's the rule Damon?" she asked.
"Bonnie not now," he begged as he tried to thrust into her.
"The rule Damon?" she whispered allowing her warm breath to caress his ear.
"No female assistants," he groaned.
"Good," she said rolling her hips. "And why is this bitch calling me Brandy?" she asked.
"When did…That… God Bonnie…. Happen?" he managed.
"Just now," she said as she kissed his neck.
"I'm sure you imagined that," he said grabbing her hips and taking control. "I only want you," he said thrusting into her repeatedly. "You consume me," he said as she hummed.
"I love you," she said working his shaft like she was at a dance hall trying for a twerk queen award.
"Fuck you're so good," he called out. "Ride daddy just like that," he said as his end approached.
"You close hunh?" she taunted him as she slowed.
"Bonnie please," he begged her.
"Do you deserve to cum?" she asked.
"I've been a very good boy," he pleaded.
Bonnie climbed off of him and took his cock in her mouth. It was rare that she let him finish in her mouth. Mostly, because he liked it so much. She felt as though she should save it for special occasions. "Mmm," Bonnie moaned around his shaft.
"Fuck," he said as she worked her tongue around his tip. In an instance he came undone.
"Dinner?" she said.
"I got it," he said waving her panties. "Kiss," he said as he pulled them out of her reach.
Bonnie kissed him passionately. "I have a craving for chocolate," she said.
"Baby craving or period craving?"
"Damon."
"I want another baby Bon. I'm not sorry about that," he shrugged.
"DJ is still a baby."
"He won't be for long," he sighed. "Please," he pouted softening his blue eyes.
"Depends on how much I enjoy dinner," she smiled.
"It'll be a lot better than lunch," he promised.
"Let's hope so," Bonnie said as she looked in the mirror at her hair.
Damon walked over to DJ who was still fast asleep. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead and took in his scent. "Tomorrow daddy's going to be home with you all day," Damon said. "Bye babe," he said as he kissed Bonnie.
"Bye and don't forget to print the new poster," she said.
Rebekah turned the desk intercom off, anticipating Bonnie's arrival. She heard everything that transpired. She couldn't believe they did that in his office. She wondered if that was a frequent thing they did. If so how was she going to keep Damon's attention?
"Bye Rachel," Bonnie said as she rolled DJ out of the office, making Damon laugh at how petty she was.