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Chapter 1:
ElenaPOV:
"Fuck" I yell to myself jumping out of bed. I've slept over and I hate being late.
I make a run for the kitchen and flip the coffee machine on and then run back through the bedroom to my bathroom and turn the shower on. As I make a run for my closet my foot gets tangled in something and I feel my face hit the floor. "Motherfucker" I scream as I untangle the bra that's entwined around my foot and ankle.
I'll be fucked if I know how I did that. I'm like a woman possessed this morning.
I give the death bra an "If looks could kill" look and toss it into the hamper. I peel myself from the floor and get my clothes out of the closet, set them on my bed and head for the shower. The shower's not as long as I like them to be but time is not on my side this morning.
I slip into my lace underwear then into a white short sleeved blouse with a black pinafore type dress over the top finished off with some four inch heeled peep toe shoes. I make my way to the kitchen slowly for my coffee because let's face it, my face doesn't need to meet the fucking floor again today... once is enough thank you.
I sip my coffee as I gather my shit together then lock my apartment up and leave. I decide on taking a cab this morning it is quicker than the subway it will only take me five minutes or so from my place at Echelon Chelsea to the office. As I leave my building luck seems to be on my side when there is a cab right outside I jump in quick time.
"Six twenty, eighth avenue please" I say to the driver... he nods and sets off.
I pay the driver and exit the cab, turn around and take in the scene of my place of work. I have worked hard all my life to get where I am today... working as a reporter for the "New York Times" and every morning when I see this building I feel proud that I have made it this far.
I flash my credentials to the guards and head up to the second floor where my office is. In the elevator I check my watch and yes people I've made it just in the nick of time. I've only been late once before and let's just say that Lexi was less than impressed. I get to my desk and boot the computer up as I rut through my bag for some gum... I forgot to brush my teeth.
Tramp, I know but I was in a rush... sue me.
"Come on I know you're in here somewhere you little bastard" I say to the gum... wherever the fuck it is.
Yes I have issues I know this.
I hear a throat clear... my head shoots up and I whack the back of my skull off the desk "Owwww" I moan.
"Elena is this a bad time? I can always come back later"
"Oh no, it's fine Stefan... I'm just not having a great morning" I say rubbing my head... I let out a chuckle "What's up?"
"Nothing much, you want coffee? Looks like you need one" he asks giggling.
"That's it Salvatore laugh it up!" I look to the computer and open my Email "Yes coffee would be fan-motherfucking-tastic" is all I say to him... he laughs again and then fucks off for my coffee, I hope.
I scan through my emails, delete the junk and keep the memo from work and the one from my sister... I open hers first. Katherine my twin sister is a model with Elite modeling agency and I hate to admit it but she is doing pretty damn good at the moment... her email is inviting me to a runway show she is doing for Dolce & Gabbana next week. I reply telling her I wouldn't miss it for the world when really in my head I'm conjuring up excuses to get me out of it. The last thing I need to see is my slutty sister strutting her little tush down a catwalk... I visibly shudder at the thought.
Stefan comes back with my coffee bless him. He's so sweet and he is totally hot. We kissed once but we both knew it was just not for us. We have a great working relationship and friendship but that's as far as it goes my friends. His brother is the Hollywood playboy Mr. Damon Salvatore who is always gracing our paper with his presence. I've only met him once when Stefan had drinks for his birthday and well Damon ogled at me like I was a medium rare and he was a hungry mountain lion ready for a feed... so between his playboy lifestyle and his lairing techniques I think he's a total fucking douche.
The memo from work is some bullshit about someone leaving and if we could all chip in for a farewell gift... hell no... I don't even know the guy, the cheeky bastards.
"So you finished with the article about the mugging in central park?" Stefan asks taking a seat.
Fuck! Don't you have work to do?
"Um... I'm gunna finish it up this morning why?"
"Just making conversation Gilbert geez... what's up your ass today?" He asks and smirks.
"Nothing... what the fucks up yours?" I shoot back at him.
"Touché" he says slurping his coffee like a pig... ugh I hate that.
"Stefan is there any particular reason you're sat in my office giving me shit and drinking your damn coffee like an animal? Because I'm really not in the mood"
He holds his hands up in front of him "Sorry, I'll go get my kicks somewhere else" he waggles his eyebrows at me as he stands up.
"Jackass" I mutter under my breath.
"I heard that Gilbert" he shouts over his shoulder and I laugh.
I spend the rest of the morning typing up the article about the old guy that got mugged in central park in broad fucking daylight by a group of lowlife thugs.
Around lunchtime I have officially declared myself fuck-awesome. I've woken up late, yet still managed to get the job done in the nick of time. I check over my work and have just sent it to the editor when someone knocks on my door. I roll my eyes, exasperated.
"Damn it, Stefan! What the hell are they paying you for here?"
The voice that comes from the other side is not the voice of a man.
"It's not Stefan, it's Caroline. I brought lunch. And I have something else for you."
"Oh. Come in." I shout to my best friend. She walks in donning her police uniform with her hands full; a big brown bag full of Chinese food in one and a bouquet of daisies in the other. "You got me flowers?" I say.
She snorts. "These things? Of course not" She places the food down on my desk. "Read the card." she tells me before taking a seat in the chair in front of my desk.
I take a look. "They're from Matt." I sigh.
"Of course they are. What does the card say?" she asks again.
"He wants us to get together one of these days; Says to give him a call sometime."
"You hate daisies." She grabs the card and takes a look at it herself.
"Uh huh. We were together three years and he still doesn't know that." I find it hilarious actually.
"So are you gunna call?" She opens up the bag and starts taking shit out of it.
"No. Why lead him on even more?"
She shrugs. "It's fun?" She bites a piece of sweet and sour chicken.
"Yeah, well he's bordering annoying now." I honestly don't want to talk about him anymore.
"Hey, so if I don't come up with an excuse in time, do you wanna go with me to Kat's show next week?"
She makes a face.
"Come on. I bet she could score us some free samples... Dolce & Gabbana."
"Ugh! Fine! That's if you don't get out of it." She points her finger at me. She straightens out the top to her uniform.
Now, I was strictly dickey, but Caroline looks fucking hot in her uniform. She says it's one of the best parts of the job other than carrying a piece which is pretty hot too.
From there, our conversation went to work and family until Caroline had to get back to work.
The work day is boring after that. Turns out Stefan is busy so I have no one to talk to or wind up. The other reporters here don't talk much, well that I know of. You see, a few of the reporters here at the New York Times, like me, Stefan and a few others, get paid more generously than some. It isn't a favoritism thing, it's just that some of us are better than others, so we get put on the assignments that get more attention, and for those assignments we get paid graciously.
At the end of the work day, Stefan stops by my office again.
"Wanna go for a drink?" He sits on the corner of my desk and I cringe at the action.
I shrug "Where?" There is some bars around here I just won't step foot into.
"Damon wanted to go to 230 fifth."
I arch an eyebrow. "Um."
"You know that place. We've been there once or twice."
"Yeah, I know the place," and it is great, however, I do not feel like being mentally undressed by Damon the entire time, not tonight. "Nah, I'll take a rain check."
"What? Why?" He studies my face, most likely looking for another answer in case the one I gave wasn't good enough.
"Do I need a reason?" I shove him a little. "And get your ass off my desk, buddy." He doesn't move.
"We can go someplace else." he suggests.
"No, it's not that. I'm just not up for it tonight." I gather my stuff up. "Ass off the desk Stefan." He stands up this time.
"Fine, but Damon's going to wanna take you up on that rain check. He's asks about you."
"From what I hear and read on a daily basis, your brother asks about every girl."
"True, true." he agrees. "You finish up that article?"
"Who are you? My boss? And, yes I finished. You're talking to Elena Gilbert here, the best investment this paper has made since Anne McCormick." I give him a smirk.
"Don't get too cocky. You just did a report on a mugging."
"So," Small stories to cover are nice once in a while. It gives you a chance to relax. We're leaving my office now.
"That means, most likely, they're giving you something huge next. You remember when Marcy wrote the article on gang violence?"
I nod, smiling, remembering the pout on the bottled blonde's face when she got handed the assignment
"And do you remember what she did next?"
"Um, they flew her down to the Gulf Coast to cover help cover the oil spill." I was so fucking jealous when they chose her over me. But I've come a long way in that short time and now I get even bigger shit than her.
"So, chances are you'll be getting something big. That's just how Lexi is, how she works."
Now that I think about, it's true. Giving us something small to cover and then handing out something huge.
"Think you can handle it?" he asks, smiling.
"Again, you are talking to Elena Gilbert."
"They may very well give it to me." He teases.
"Yeah, maybe" I pretend to let that thought sit in my head for a second. "If I was like dead or something."
He laughs and I join in.
We exit the elevator and I stumble into a tall figure.
"Damn it!" I yell.
"Whoa easy there beautiful, are you okay?" A smooth male voice chimed at me as he put his hands on my shoulders. A voice I only knew too well.
Beautiful? Ugh... in the name of all things holy... why do you wanna do this to me?
"I'm fine thank you" I take his hands from me "do not touch me jackass."
"Wow somebody's a little temperamental today" he raises one of his OVER manicured brows at me "A guy calls you beautiful and that's how you repay him?"
"Listen Mr. hot shot movie star, you may think you can get any girl you like... putting on your fake ass charm to score you some pussy... but I don't fly like that. So I will ask you calmly to keep your dirty hands off me... who knows where said hands were last night" He snickers at me as I flick my hair over one shoulder and start for the exit.
As I get to the door I feel a hand on my shoulder, I spin round ready to introduce my fist to Damon Salvatore's face when I see Stefan standing there with his hands up like he is surrendering.
"What the fuck was that about Gilbert?" he quizzes.
"THAT man just infuriates the shit out of me" I look around Stefan's body scanning the foyer for jackass "where's he sloped off too anyway?" I ask when I don't see him.
"He said he had an appointment here and he would meet us at the bar" he smirks.
"I've told you Salvatore I'm heading straight home I got some shit to do" I exit the building, fight through the group of fan girls waiting outside for a quick glance at Mr. hot shot and head for the subway.
The ride home is quick even though the subway is rammed and I have this vagrant standing next to me who smells like stale beer and foist.
When I get in I fling myself down on the sofa and kick my shoes off. I don't know why Damon rattles me so much... I just can't stand him he is so... so… vain and up himself but he is fuck-hot! That much I do know Stefan is the same. He intimidates me and Elena Gilbert doesn't get intimidated by anyone so I guess that's why I am how I am with him.
I fix myself a ready meal for one... I know rock and roll lifestyle. I flick through the T.V channels there is nothing of interest to me on so I do and draw a bath.
I slip out of the days clothes and step into the tub. As I lay in the hot soothing water my hands start to palm my tits of their own accord... I shrug who am I to stop them, they obviously want to go there and I haven't been laid for weeks. I take my now hardened nipples, rolling them between my fingers... my lips part slightly and a moan escapes my mouth. One hand starts a slow trail down my body towards the promise land. I start rubbing my pussy slowly, dipping a finger in my heat every now and then. My breathing hitches and I realize I can't take my time with this I need a release and I need it fast. I start to make circular movements around my clit ferociously; my moans are getting louder as the spring in my stomach starts to coil. I use my other hand to finger my core and sure enough it finishes me off my pussy clamps down on my fingers as I reach my climax.
"Damon" I breathe out heavily and I froze... fingers still inside me and the lot.
Did I really just say that? No... I can't have done... I did... I fucking heard it.
I'm mortified to say the least but I shrug it off, wash myself and get out. I put my robe on and lay on my bed I need to talk to Caroline. I grab my cell and dial her number.
"Hey" she answers.
"Hi, you busy?"
"No just got off duty now... Tyler and I are going for some drinks, well I say drinks if you can call a glass of pink liquid with fucking umbrellas sticking out of them drinks. You know how Tyler and these gays go on with their cocktails." I have to chuckle at that... Tyler is Caroline's partner in fighting crime and yes he is gay and cool as fuck.
"Erm... no I'm good gunna catch an early one, today sucked" I pull my sheets over me.
"Oh no what's happened? Lexi giving you shit?"
"No not Lexi for a change... I ran into Damon Salvatore like literally ran into him and he has just riled me up, he gets under my skin."
"Was he mentally undressing you again?"
"Nah... Well maybe a little, he was just being a smart ass I put him in his place though. Then on the subway I was stuck next to some stinking tramp so I came home and got a bath and well something happened in the bath and I don't understand it." I admit.
There is silence for a bit "Well am I supposed to guess what happened?" she asks sarcastically.
"I needed to relieve some stress so I-I..." I trail off.
"You masturbated" she finishes off for me.
"Caroline, can Tyler hear you?"
"No! So you flicked the bean and..."
"And when I reached my climax I blurted out Damon's name"
Silence again... "Wow OK I wasn't expecting that. It's probably just because he was the last reason for your stress to today, you were releasing the stress therefore you released Damon" She says amused.
"Hmm you could be right it just freaked me out... OK well I'll let you and your little flower drink cocktails and I'll talk to you tomorrow I'm gunna turn in."
"Sure thing babes, chat tomorrow" she says and ends the call.
I snuggle into my bed and fall asleep straight away.
I'm rudely awakened the next morning by the alarm. I go through my morning routine, the shower is much longer as I'm not rushing and yes people I brushed my teeth... twice. When I finish my second coffee of the morning I head out to work. I just have a funny feeling about today; Stefan is usually right in what he says about Lexi so I'm expecting a big assignment.
On the subway I receive a text message from Katherine asking if we could "Do lunch" I reluctantly agree. I haven't seen her for about a month which doesn't necessarily bother me... she has been busy travelling the world being the new face of D&G. I suppose we could catch up and hopefully I can find and excuse for not going to her show next Thursday.
"I was right." Stefan says as soon as I get to the second floor. "Lexi wants to see you."
I nod, and then look at him strangely. "Did you actually wait for me by the elevator to tell me that?"
"No," he scoffs and points behind him. "I was..." he trails off. I look behind him to see what he is pointing at. Blond, shiny, flowing hair bounced on the back of some girls head as she walked away.
Oh...
"Well, since you know so damn much, do you know what it's about?"
He tiskes and sighs heavily. Then he opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it again. He shakes his head 'no', a smile playing around the edges of his mouth.
I roll my eyes and head toward my office. "You suck." I say as I walk away, only he is following me.
It's obvious he knows what the fuck it is. He could go out of his way to tell me that Lexi wanted me, but can't he tell me what it's about?
"I just think it's better if you see for yourself." he says. His long legs have helped him catch up to me.
"Is it good or bad?" Hopefully he can give me that, at the very least.
"Good I think" He shrugs.
Motherfucker, you also think pussy is good, but I don't.
"Thanks for nothing." I turn around and keep walking.
He doesn't follow this time, but shouts, "I love you too, Gilbert!"
I make the trip to my office to put my stuff up and I'm now on my way to the editor's office. As I walk my mind will not rest, it keeps thinking up the possibilities. Sure, I've had big stuff assignments before but they were never the same. I think that's what I like most about what I do. It's always unpredictable, new and fresh no matter how big or small.
I always work my ass off; give it my mother fucking best every time.
As I round the corner I see that her door is wide open, so I step right in like I would any other time. But I'm surprised when I see Damon Salvatore standing next to her desk as she sits in the chair behind it. An involuntary blush washes over my face as I think about last night, and how I had called out his name as I came in the tub. I shake that thought away quickly.
It looks like they're in the middle of a conversation when they turn their heads towards me at my arrival.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I step out of the office backwards. "Stefan told me you wanted me."
"He was right." Damon says in a husky voice. I turn to see his eyes traveling down my body.
Fucking perverse bastard ugh!
"Lexi," I say, although my eyes are narrowing at him. I turn back to her and a smile graced my face. "But I can just wait until you're done here." I turn, but her voice stops me.
"No, Elena. Come. Sit." I turn around, confused.
"Um, okay." I take a seat. I look at Damon out of the corner of my eye. He's still leering at me.
Again fucking perverse.
'Why the fuck are you here?' I almost say out loud.
Lexi clears her throat and tucks her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear. "A week in the Life of a Movie star by Elena Gilbert." she pitches. "How does that sound?"
All of my earlier thoughts about Damon fly out the window. "That sounds... great." I'm barely able to conceal my enthusiasm.
She nods. "It sounds like big money doesn't it?"
"That and more, you're thinking about giving this to me?" I point to my chest.
"I'm done thinking about it. It only took me a second before I realized that you're the one I wanted to give it to. You're perfect for it." She smiles at me and I smile back, but then I stop.
"Um, why is he here?" I glance at Damon.
"Elena, meet your movie star." Her hands move gracefully to Damon, as if presenting him as a prize on a game show. He waves at me a little with a smug smirk on his face.
No. No, no, no. Nooo.
"What!" I spit out, straightening up in my seat. "What?" I say again.
Lexi looks at me with shock and amusement evident on her face. "Could you give us a moment, Damon?" she asks.
"Of course" I watch him as he walks past me to the door. "Elena" he says before he steps through and closes it.
"What the hell?" Lexi asks with amusement still on her face. "Elena, this is huge. Hell, I was this close to taking it myself" She holds up her thumb and index finger, leaving little space in between them. "What's this about?"
"I just didn't know that he was who you had in mind. It's surprising."
"Do you know how many issues this could sell?" she questions.
I nod. It will sell a fucking lot. But the thought of being in close proximity to that man, that infuriating, arrogant, but sexy as fuck man for an extensive amount of time... I don't think I can do it.
"What about Stefan! He's just as good as me," I almost chuckle at that huge ass lie, "can't he do it?"
"Stefan is Damon's brother. You can see how that would interfere, right? We don't want a biased article."
Fuck, she was right. The last thing we wanted was for the paper to lose credit.
"Elena, don't make me doubt you. You wouldn't let something silly get in the way of your success, would you?" I feel a waver in my decision making. "You're one of my best reporters. I'm counting on you." Lexi calls Damon back in then, so I can't really argue much longer. Besides, she's right. My irrational dislike of Damon would not stop me from succeeding here at the New York Times.
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