based on the graphic/manip of a social media, model au i did for misssophiachase for the klaroline gift exchange over on ao3, and because i'm me, i just had to write a little thing, that isn't so little. woops. so, i intended for this to be like 2k, but my writing brain took over and here it is, so i'm splitting it into a few chapters.

hope you all enjoy.

- shauna! xo

Caroline's decided that she sort of hates Rebekah today. Well, not sort of, she does. Completely and utterly.

Do you want to know why? She'll tell you why.

It all started a few weeks ago, when Rebekah had let it slip that her brother was a model, for a big fancy company, that Caroline was hoping to get recognised by, (and she totally did, but that's beside the point), and that they were looking for a female video to shoot for them.

What Rebekah didn't mention was how explicit they wished the photoshoot to be.

Caroline's not a prude, not by any means. Especially not in her college years. She's done a thing or two that she's not exactly proud of, but still...

The outfit they put her in... well, she wasn't modest, and the leather pants did make her ass look exceptionally great, and the black halter top made her boobs look even better, and along with how the modify images, she knows she was going to look smoking hot, and leave pretty much any woman out there seething with envy.

What Rebekah didn't mention was that the photo shoot included her stripping down to almost nothing, and that she's doesn't really have a problem with per say. She's done far more raunchier photo shoots, and though this one included her being in less, at least she was covered by a white sheet.

Oh, and another thing Rebekah didn't mention?

That it was a joint photoshoot.

With none other than her brother, Niklaus Mikaelson, who she hated with a burning passion.

Why, you ask?

He had to be the world's biggest ass, and also the world's biggest womanizer who couldn't keep it in his pants for thirty seconds, and he couldn't keep from flirting with her throughout the entire thing. He even got too handsy for her liking. Not that she minded putting him in his place, however.

(It even gave her a sort of thrill.)

Because being able to say no to the Niklaus Mikaelson, and seeing the hurtful, wounded expression on his face as he'd realised that she said no and didn't want to sleep with him? Totally worth it.

Even if she was attracted to him.

Just a little bit.

Still, she was totally going to kill Rebekah for this. If she didn't kill her brother first, that was all, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be due to a lack of trying.

He may be hot, but he was still an ass.

One, who she signed a contract to work with for the next twelve months as models, and god, she totally blamed Rebekah for not reading the fine print of that contract too, because "It will be fine, Caroline. Just sign the contract, Caroline".

Ugh.

Why was her life so screwed up again?

Well, it wasn't. Not until Niklaus Mikaelson walked into her life and turned everything upside down.

(Still, she supposed she could have a little fun with it...)

-/-

The first time they meet is eventful, to say the least, and honestly, Niklaus or Klaus, as he eventually asks her to call him, is very lucky that she hasn't decided to show him just how good her left hook is, because he is completely and utterly asking for it. Truly.

When she gets there, the director, Ansel, introduces her to pretty much everyone there, and shows her around the set of that day, and she nods, smiling to everyone, so much so that it makes her cheeks ache and it feels like her lips are about to fall off, but still, she manages to get through it. Klaus is the last person that he introduces her to, and Caroline has come to realise that he's saving the worst while last.

Klaus has his own private dressing room (and so does she, she's told, and she's quite surprised at that), but it's huge. Bigger than huge. She's quite sure that it's bigger than her entire apartment.

Ansel pauses outside the door, and turns to face her, with his head bowed down.

"I'm sorry," he mutters.

(And really, that should have been her warning sign.)

"Um, what?" she manages to get out, but she's too late, because the door is suddenly opening.

It's not Klaus, though. It's a young woman, with brown hair. Maybe twenty, and she's got a huge smile on her face.

"Hello?" she asks, pleasantly enough, but Caroline can tell that it's fake. "Can I help you?"

Well, that and she's dressed in what's clearly a man's shirt, buttoned down so Caroline can practically see her breasts.

She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment.

"You've got to be kidding me," Ansel mutters, and he pushes the door open further.

Caroline hesitates, before she follows him, and the girl looks her up, sniffing and holding her head up rudely. Her lips curl around her teeth, and really, would it hurt the girl to show some basic manners? Geeze. What did she think she was going to do?

All that was answered, when Niklaus came into view, who was coincidently not wearing a shirt, and it didn't take long for Caroline to put two and two together.

Seriously? What a pig. He couldn't wait until he got home to bone his girlfriend?

(Well, that answered that dirty look, too.)

"Really?" She hears Ansel grit out, and she looks up in time, to see him glaring at the man resting against the sofa, with his denim clad legs resting comfortable over the sofa.

He perks up at that.

"Father," he nods.

Father?

Ansel certainly didn't mention that.

Ansel grits his teeth, glaring at his son, and clenching his jaw.

"We discussed this, Niklaus," he hisses. "I told you, you were not to fool around with any of the staff anymore. My staff, by the way. And for your information, that included the receptionist, as you were more than aware."

So, that explains that then. And hooking up with people you work with? Unprofessional, to say the least. Especially, when it was more than obvious that he was a player. And god, she had to work with him?

Klaus doesn't look the least bit concerned, as he shrugs his shoulders, and a smug smirk appears on his lips.

"Oops?"

Caroline's quite sure that he's seconds away from murdering his son, so she coughs and speaks up.

"Should I come back later?" she asks, stepping out from behind her director.

Both men's eyes snap back to her, Ansel's slightly irritated, though she knows it's not aimed at her, and Klaus' seems appreciative. His gaze wanders over her form, and he smirks, as his eyes pause on her legs, her black miniskirt hugging them perfectly, and then back to her breasts, where her halter top gave her a nice amount of cleavage, she knew that.

She almost snorts at how obvious he's being, and honestly, she feels a surge of a rage at the way he's looking at her, when he's clearly just fucked someone else, who is standing to the left, in his shirt.

Klaus must realise it too, because he's head snaps up, and he smirks at her, once more, his head cocking to the side, as his eyes lock with hers for a brief moment.

She bites her lip in reply, and raises an eyebrow, though she looks away when she hears a feminine cough.

Klaus' head snaps to the side, as he looks her up and down.

"You can go now," he says, almost casually.

And yepp, she's quite sure he's a fuck boy.

The girl looks affronted, and she glares down at him.

"Excuse me?"

Ansel watches the exchange with a glare, and he blinks.

Klaus, for his part, merely shrugs and repeats his statement, "You may go. I no longer have any more use for you."

The girl stands there for a few seconds, before she sniffles, and goes about picking her clothes up, and she's quite sure the only reason why there isn't more of a scene is because Ansel is there, who is technically her boss. Ansel, however, speaks up before she can get too far.

"Isabelle?"

She assumes that's the girl's name, as her head snaps around.

"Do not bother coming back to work tomorrow," he says.

Honestly, Caroline's a little shocked. Seemed assholeness runs in the family, but it's not like she can say anything. He is technically her boss...

Isabelle looks back at him with tears in her eyes but she grits her teeth.

"Don't look at me like that, Miss Mills," he tells her with gritted teeth. "You knew my rules, and you broke one. Whether or not my son encouraged this, as I suspect he did, is irrelevant. I don't tolerate those who break the rules."

Klaus looks smug as hell, as the door slams shut, and Ansel looks over at him once more. Klaus grins, as he stands up.

"Father," he greets once more. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

She watches as her boss contemplates his son, before shaking his head in what Caroline assumes is disgrace.

"Of course," Ansel coughs, and gestures for her to step forward. "This is..."

"Caroline Forbes," she cuts in, holding her hand out for him to shake.

Klaus steps forward also, and he reaches for her hand, though he doesn't shake it. His fingers curl around her wrist, as he brings their joined hands up to his mouth, so he can press a lingering kiss to her knuckles. His eyes are exceedingly blue, as they flash up to hers, and she shifts uncomfortably, as she fights the urge to rip her hand away from his mouth.

Because ugh. Seriously?

The last thing she needed was someone she was working with trying to get into her pants, no matter if he was pretty.

She didn't date staff. She liked to think herself professional, and he was way too much of a womanizer for her tastes.

"I suspect I don't need to introduce myself," he says, cockily, and really? Could he be anymore arrogant? "But I will anyway. Niklaus Mikaelson, at your service."

He even bows, and could he be any more pretentious?

"Pleasure," Caroline mutters, half-heartedly, and she couldn't have meant that statement any less.

Klaus' eyes gleam in the light, and he grins at her.

(He was either completely oblivious or just a plain idiot. Caroline was leaning more towards him just being irritating.)

"Oh no, sweetheart. Believe me, the pleasure is all mine."

Caroline shifts, and tries her hardest to make it look as though she isn't just trying to rip her hand away, but she's sure she's failed miserably. However, she is saved when Ansel steps forward, with a hard look in his eye.

"That's enough, Niklaus."

Klaus just raises an eyebrow, but his eyes never leave hers.

"This is your new costar, for the upcoming project for the next few months," he tells his son, and the warning in his voice is very clear.

Klaus smirks.

"Lucky me."

"And not your next concubine," Caroline tells him, with a fake smile plastered on her face.

Klaus, for his part, looks shocked, but he shakes it off, and shoots her a dazzling smile.

"Of course, sweetheart. I would never demote you to such a status."

It's not exactly a refusal, and she can hear the flirtation in his voice, as she glares at him, but she hears Ansel chuckle.

"Oh, Caroline. You will make an excellent addition to the team," he's saying, but she's not finished glaring at his son, her eyes narrowing into slits.

"Maybe you should pass that information along," Caroline says dryly, her meaning clear, as her head tilts to the side, her lips pressing together, as she looks up at the one man looking at her with hunger in his eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart, I absolutely will. And I absolutely look forward to getting to know you."

His eyes twinkle down at her, and honestly, she'd slap him if she wasn't sure there'd be a law suit against her in a split second. She was seriously going to kill him, though, before the twelve months was up, and Rebekah along with him, because she totally owed her for this.

Ugh, he was such an asshole.

(Even if he was a little pretty, and she liked the way his dimples look when he smiles.)