"One more." Elijah told the bartender after gulping his third drink down. Today had been a hectic day for him, heck, the entire month had been hectic. His father, Mikael, made it his goal to teach Elijah the tactics on how to run a company before handing it over to him. But Elijah was barely 24, he was just getting a hold of his life, he definitely needed some time before such a big responsibility was handed over to him. And that's why he was here tonight, taking a break from his busy schedule and drinking his problems down.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a pretty girl, about 19, tall with black locks falling on her face in curls, tan skin and brown eyes with a gait that would surely pass her off as extremely drunk. She took a seat next to him, ordered a drink and then glanced at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, widening her eyes so that she could have a better view at him.

"No, no... I wasn't." Elijah fumbled.

"Liar." She smiled at him, a sheepish grin plastered on her face.

"Look, Miss. You're really drunk." He pointed out.

"I know." She pouted. "I broke up with my boyfriend."

"I'm sorry about that." He replied.

"Oh, don't be. I caught him cheating on me… with her." She scowled.

"Oh."

"So here's to that bastard and his slutty whore. May their life be hell!" She raised her glass as a toast and then gulped it down. Elijah chuckled softly.

"So, why are you here?" She asked.

"Taking a break from work."

"Workaholic, Eh? Not the happiest bunch of people."

"Yeah." He said softly.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them. And then she spoke again:

"My name is Nikita."

"I'm Elijah."

"Nice to meet you." She replied, toying around with her newly-ordered drink.

Elijah tapped his fingers on the table. His senses were slowly becoming numb. He turned around to her, a half-charming, half-flirty smile on his face.

"So, Nikita. Are you busy tonight?"

She smiled at him coyly.

Nikita groaned softly as she woke up. The sun fell right on her face. Her head ached terribly. Yup, she was definitely hung-over. She opened her eyes, searching for her clock on the table but it wasn't there. She then noticed how unfamiliar this room was to her. Suddenly, she felt soft fingers lightly caressing her stomach. She turned around and nearly gasped. She found herself sharing a bed with a man she barely knew. She buried her face in the pillow and grumbling.

Shit. Shit. Shit. How could I let myself do something like this?

She tried to recollect what had exactly happened last night but it was all just a blur. All she could remember was that they met in the bar, spoke a little, drank a lot and made out. Everything went blank after that. She quickly started searching for her clothes. Luckily, they were on her side of the bed. She crept out of the bed and slipped into her clothes. She had to leave because 1) this was a freak-drunk accident and she was totally embarrassed to face the guy and 2) If the guy was of a bad character, this could very well destroy her and her family's reputation and image. She opened her purse and checked her phone. 10 missed calls from her brother's Damon and Stefan each and 10 from her father. She sighed.

I am so screwed.

With her purse in her hand and all set to go, she took a last glance at the sleeping man. He was truly handsome and charming, with a small innocent smile on his lips. He certainly didn't seem like the type of guy who would rat out about her. But she didn't want to take a chance.

We can never let our family down. And we can never give the Mikaelsons a chance to put us down. Her father's voice echoed in her head. At least I didn't sleep with a Mikaelson. She thought to herself.

She quietly opened the door and stepped out. As she got in the cab, she decided that she would put this behind her and hopefully it was soon going to become a thing of her past.

2 years later,

Elijah sat in front of his computer, putting in the last details of their latest contract. After that he had to attend one of the several meetings he had scheduled for that evening. After all he was the chairman of Mikaelson Industries; he had to be a busy man.

"Did you see this?" His brother Kol stormed into the room, throwing what seemed like the latest edition of Hello! Magazine on his table.

"Why, what happened?"

"See for yourself."

He picked it up and then froze.

"Multimillionaire Damon Salvatore found cozying up to Supermodel Katherine Pierce." Elijah read out. Below was a picture of Damon and Katherine walking out of a club, holding hands.

"I'm sure it was all a setup. Damon's doing this to defame us." Kol yelled.

Elijah picked up his phone and dialed Katherine's number. "I need some space Kol."

Kol reluctantly walked out, grumbling and mumbling about getting revenge.

"Katherine Pierce here." A sultry voice spoke.

""Katherine." He tried to be calm.

"Elijah. I'm guessing you saw the pictures."

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Umm…" She trailed off.

"This is all about the money, isn't it?" He asked.

""I never loved you Elijah." She said without any emotion.

"So you're breaking up with me?"

"I'm sorry." She hung up.

Elijah kept his phone on the table and slumped into his chair. He was upset, very upset but he wasn't going to show it. He was sure Damon had his hand in it. There was only one way to get back at Damon. He had to beat him in his own game.

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, for the most awaited award of the evening, entrepreneur of the year goes to…"

The room was extremely silent. Stefan was at the edge of his seat. Klaus tapped his leg on the ground, anxiously. Kol crossed his fingers. Elijah was seemingly calm. Damon merely took another sip of his drink.

"Damon Salvatore!"

Stefan jumped up in joy. A huge smile grew on Damon's face. Everyone in the room started applauding him. Damon slowly pushed his chair back and stood up, his chest filled with pride. Stefan patted on his brother's shoulder, cheerfully. Damon then glanced over to the quiet table of the Mikealsons. Kol was annoyed; Klaus just looked the other way. Elijah, however, did not react at all.

After collecting his prize and a well rehearsed speech, Damon strode over to Elijah.

"Tough luck." He held out his hand.

"So, Katherine was your muse." Elijah shook his hand.

"Well, I did send her to be a distraction." Damon smirked. "Never thought you would fall in love, though."

"You know I'm not going to give up that easily." Elijah said as he and Damon smiled for the paparazzi.

"I can't wait." Damon grinned. "By the way, I'll be throwing a party tonight, to celebrate my victory, of course. And you are very much invited."

"We have better things to do, Damon."

"Ouch. Rude." Damon pretended to be offended. "But Katherine will be there."

"Tell her I said Hello." Elijah replied and walked away.

"Just remember one thing mate." Klaus told to Damon as he was leaving, "We'll get revenge."

"Heard that, twice." Damon smirked.

"Well then, Game on!" Kol remarked.

Things were going to get interesting.

A/N: So, how was it? Should I continue? Please let me know through your reviews. They really encourage me.

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