Synopses: Temperance, Forgiveness, Diligence, Kindness, Humility, Charity and Chastity. This a mini Klaroline series based on the seven heavenly virtues. A 'sister series' to 'Seven Deadly Sins'. Rated 'M' for later chapters.
This 'sister series' to my other series called, 'Seven Deadly Sins', but instead of seven different stories, it will be one story tied in will all of seven heavenly virtues.
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Temperance
Temperance- self-restraint
The smoke clouded the downtown New York Pub, but it held no effect on Klaus. He was seated in the back, a glass of bourbon in one hand and a menthol cigarette in the other.
He took a long drag, inhaling the nicotine as the curvy blonde waitress walked past him for the third time. She was new; he knew that by the way she stumbled carrying the martinis and various alcoholic drinks.
He couldn't deny how exquisite she was with her tight black shirt, booty shorts and black pumps. It was enough to make his cock twitch for weeks.
He quickly finished his drink and slammed it against the mahogany table. The little blonde distraction jumped as he made eye contact with her.
She shuffled, grabbed her notepad and made her way over to Mr. Mikaelson's table. She started last week, and was told in her orientation that he was a regular.
When her manager assigned her to his table, she learned that he was an important man. A very wealthy, important man and she didn't know why they made her wait on him.
She was new and inexperienced and she was screwing up all night because of how nervous he was making her.
He barely muttered ten words to her and she was already completely undone. "You know the only reason you're waiting on him is because he requested you." Charlene, a co-worker said to her earlier.
"Why would he do that?" Caroline asked, suddenly embarrassed.
"You have virgin written all over you, honey." Charlene said, snapping her gum before she gracefully mixed three cosmos and took them over to a nearby table.
Now she stood before him, her entire body quivering. She wasn't sure if she would be able to hold her composure for much longer around him. "Do you need a refill, Mr. Mikaelson?" She asked him. Her voice was shaking.
He raised an eyebrow at her and pushed his glass to the edge of the table. They exchanged no words. "I'll be right back, sir." She took the hint and went back to the bar.
She placed the glass in the sink and grabbed a new one, knowing Klaus didn't like anything used. She had been told that before.
She filled the glass halfway with bourbon, put it back on her tray and made her way back to his table.
She placed the glass down and turned around to walk away, but Klaus grabbed onto her wrist stopping her.
"Wait," He said. "Turn around."
She slowly turned around, pulling her hand from his grasp and faced him. "Did you need anything else sir?"
She feared that she had done something wrong and had upset him somehow. "You've provided everything that I've asked for love."
He moved over and motioned her to sit next to him.
She reluctantly took a seat, quickly scanning her surroundings. She didn't want to get in trouble for fraternizing with the customers, but her manager was adamant when he said 'Do everything you can to make him happy'.
"You're new here," He pointed out. "I requested you specially tonight because I want to make all of my new employees feel welcome."
"Wait… you own this?" She exasperated.
He chuckled at her sudden outburst and nodded. "Among other things, yes."
The thick sexual tension was becoming evident. His arm was draped across the booth they were sitting in and it was alarmingly close to her shoulder. He ached to touch her.
His eyes were lustful and he couldn't focus on anything else but her and it wasn't the bourbon speaking for him. It scared him. She needed to leave.
"You should get back to work." He said. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with your boss." He winked at her and brought his arm back to his lap.
She slowly slid out of the booth and offered him one glance before attending to other customers.
This woman was lethal. He needed to stay away from her at all costs. He wouldn't allow himself any opportunity to lose control, but he feared this woman would be the one to take it all away from him.
He came to the bar every night for the rest of the week. He sat back and watched as Caroline grew incredibly good at her job.
She no longer stumbled and was able to carry more than three drinks on a tray without spilling the contents.
He avoided her as much as he could, but his eyes still remained fixed on hers every night.
She knew it too, she felt his eyes on her and it made her self-conscious. As if she was doing something wrong and that he would fire her at any moment.
He stopped requesting her to be his waitress.
A few weeks went by and Caroline grew used to his lingering stares and wordless expressions.
Tonight, her manager gave her a huge task to deal with. She and another cocktail waitress would be attending to a bachelor party.
They were specifically requested. Caroline felt flattered that people were starting to notice her.
Caroline had always been self-conscious about her appearance and tonight they wore new uniforms that was composed of a 'little black dress' that barely covered her ass, red stilettos and they were now required to wear their hair up.
It didn't help that her breasts were practically spilling out of the dress either.
If it were up to her, she'd wear sweat pants and a t-shirt everyday, but the job paid the bills. That's all that mattered.
The men arrived a little after ten and were escorted to a private room.
It started out smoothly and Caroline took their drink orders. They were rowdy, but remained gentlemanly.
They clearly had money and were dressed to the nines with their Rolex watches and Armani business suits.
When Caroline brought in the second round of drinks, she noticed that Klaus had joined them. Were these his friends?
Without taking his order, she quickly gave him his usual. He didn't even offer her a glance. He'd been acting weird ever since she waited on him three weeks ago.
She sensed that he was trying to avoid her, but didn't know why. She caught him staring at her every time she grew brave enough to glance his way. Caroline didn't understand why he wouldn't speak to her.
She really got the hint when he requested that she no longer attend to his table last week and Caroline took it as a personal offense.
"Another round?" She asked the men about fifteen minutes later. One of the guys turned to her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. Klaus stiffened.
"I would like you to come home with me, darling." His accent was similar to Klaus'. Caroline immediately felt uncomfortable.
"Kol, please let the girl go." Klaus rubbed his hands together, trying not to tear his bother limb from limb. How dare he touch her?
"They're hired help, Klaus. You pay them for this." He leaned into Caroline and nuzzled her neck. She flinched, shaking and pulled away.
She wasn't used to getting this attention. She barely did anything outside of her hometown and sitting on the lap of another man would drive her father insane.
Caroline was pure, a virgin and as embarrassing at that sounded, but she was proud to hold on to her virtue.
Klaus tried to remain calm, but his knuckles were starting to turn white because he was squeezing them too hard together.
He put his head down, trying to control his anger. He knew if Kol made another pass on Caroline, the night would surely end on a sour note.
Caroline went to get up, but Kol placed his hand on her inner thigh and the next thing Caroline heard was glass shattering.
It all happened so fast.
She fell off of Kol's lap and onto the black tile floor.
Kol and Klaus were brawling on the ground and no one made a move to stop them.
They hashed it out, throwing pushes until eventually Kol begged him to stop.
"Don't ever touch her again," He warned Kol, but he didn't seem offended.
He held up his hands and laughed. "Well damn brother, I didn't think you had it this bad. Why don't you show a little restraint huh?"
What Kol didn't understand was that he had.
It was hard watching the sweet little blonde vixen prance around and him not doing a damn thing about it.
He had so much self-restraint that he didn't know if he would be able to hold on anymore.
He quickly went to Caroline's aid and knelt down next to her. "Are you hurt?" He asked genuinely concerned, but she looked up at him and scowled.
Her dress was almost revealing everything her body had to offer. She hastily tried to cover herself up.
"I'm fine," She told him. "What you did was unnecessary," She pointed out. Klaus offered his hand and helped her stand up.
"You don't know my brother sweetheart. It was absolutely necessary," He backed away from, giving her space.
"I don't like violence, Mr. Mikaelson." He understood that.
"Could you find it in your sweet little heart to forgive me? You can call me Klaus by the way." He smiled up at her as she exited the private room, contemplating on how she was going to respond to his question.