Pride

Pride: An over high opinion of oneself; exaggerated self-esteem; conceit, arrogance, vanity, self-satisfaction.

Klaus Mikaelson was more than your average American. At the age of twenty-five he was the CEO of a major law firm in New York City. No doubt, he was good at his job, but the arrogance that man had was enough to drive anyone mad.

There was a rumor that he didn't even use toilet paper to wipe his own ass – he had someone do it for him. And THE Klaus Mikaelson was going to be here tonight.

Caroline had promised herself she wouldn't get caught up in all the hype of the twenty-five year old bachelor's appearance at the Wine Tasting Gala and Art Show tonight. After all, most people that attended these events were either retired, married or gay.

But word had reached the ears of Caroline's boss that Klaus was a man of many interests. A straight man, Caroline had to remind him.

The evening started at about seven o' clock and Caroline, the woman in charge of it all stood at the entrance ready to welcome the guests. People started pouring in and Caroline gracefully greeted them with poise and politeness.

At about seven thirty, all the people that were lined up outside to see the aristocrats of New York come through. They immediately went mad over the next limo that was pulling up.

This was indeed Klaus Mikaelson.

The man stepped out of the limo arrogantly. He fixed his untouched necktie, straightened his dry cleaned suit, and brushed off the nonexistent lint. He smirked at some of the woman reaching out to him but instead of stopping to greet them, like any other decent person would do he walked straight towards the entrance.

Towards Caroline.

As he approached he took notice of the exquisite woman standing in front of him. He winked at her and without another look, he walked inside.

Klaus roamed around the place, greeting many people. He boasted about all of his accomplishments. He graduated high school at the age of sixteen; he went to both Harvard and Yale and was of course a CEO of a law firm. Everyone knew that.

The wine tasting began and was also accompanied with live entertainment and displays of art. He found the blonde mistress standing near a painting with a clipboard in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

"Beautiful painting." He mused to her. "Almost as beautiful as you are, love." She ignored his cliché.

He must use this line on every woman.

"And who are you?" She turned to him. Of course she knew who he was.

He looked at her confused. How was she unaware of who he was? He was Klaus Mikaelson. Everyone knew him.

"I believe you know who I am, but I'm afraid I don't know you're name?" He was immediately intrigued with the woman. He made a promise to himself that he would get her alone tonight and she would never forget his name.

"Caroline Forbes." She was short with him. "And I'm too smart to be seduced by you." She turned her heels and walked away from him. No matter how much she told herself no, she couldn't deny how beautiful he was.

He went after her, refusing to give up. No woman every turned Klaus Mikaelson down. He refused to let her take away his pride. She continued to walk past all of the art and entertainment and Klaus continued to follow her.

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face him. "Stop following me!" She said pointing her finger at him

He only smirked at her and without a word kept walking towards her until her back hit against the wall. "I'm Klaus Mikaelson, love. I can do what I want. I can talk to who I want, manipulate whomever I want and I can certainly fuck whomever I want. And love?" She looked up at him with anger as if she was going to push him away at any moment.

"I want you to fuck me. I will have you."

Caroline didn't get the chance to speak and Klaus's lips came crashing down onto hers. She tried to fight him, but her mind and body were at odds with one another. She knew what she wanted to do, but she desired something else.

He began to kiss down her neck and on her collarbone. She moaned in response to his touch. "Let's go somewhere else." He whispered not wanting to display public affection out in public. Not that he would really mind.

Caroline nodded taking him by the hand and led him near a janitor's closet. Once inside, she locked the door and her hands were all over him. He hungrily kissed every inch of her, taking his time to woo her in. There was something he wanted from this sweet little woman and it wasn't sex.

"I want you to suck my cock." He whispered in between kisses. Caroline nodded and placed her hands on Klaus's belt buckle in one quick motion pulled his dress pants down so that he was only in his silk jet-black boxers.

He silently tried to keep his eyes on the prize as she meddled with his expensive clothes. He didn't like when people touched his things, but tonight he would make an exception for her.

She teased him and she groped him through his boxers, making Klaus even more eager to feel her lips on his cock. Impatient, Klaus ripped them off and smirked at Caroline. That only turned her on more.

She happily obliged and got down on her knees. Caroline took the tip in her mouth and began to tease it with her tongue; Klaus threw his head back in pleasure and in need of her mouth going deeper in him.

He placed his hands on her perfect blonde hair and guided the rest of her mouth down his length.

She bobbed her head in and out; fast, just like he liked it and Klaus was lost in pleasure. Caroline used one hand to stroke the shaft and she focused the other on his other parts.

"Yes, yes –Caroline – Fuck." She continued at the same pace making his climax come closer. The sound of his voice encouraged her, turning her on even more than she was before.

She slowed down a bit, teasing him because she knew he was close. But instead of stopping her, he urged her to keep going and she did.

This time she sucked him as hard as she could and before she knew it, Klaus was screaming out her name in orgasm. She took him fully in her sweet little mouth and swallowed.

She stood up and leaned in to kiss Klaus, but he backed away.

"Woah, love, slow down." He put his hands up backing away from her and Caroline looked at him confused. "I don't fuck women in a janitor's closet." He scolded her.

Caroline stood still. Shocked at what this man was saying to her. Had she gotten the wrong impression? "I thoug –"

Klaus interrupted her. "Thought what? That we were really going to have sex? You are a sexy little thing love, but I'm Klaus Mikaelson. I got what I wanted and now I'm done."

He opened the door to the janitor's closet slamming it in Caroline's face before she could get out herself.

Arrogant bastard.

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