A/N:

Hey! :) Some of you might know me because you read my other story, True Happiness, but for those who didn't, hi! I'm 13 so if my writing isn't up to your standard, I'm sorry. Luckily, since this isn't my first story, I've improved and hope that you guys like this! Smut will come soon in a few chapters so those horny smut lovers out there(I'm guilty!), you won't be disappointed. Now, enjoy! XD

Chapter 1

Damon POV

"Wow, that was the best sex of my life."

I rolled my eyes and jumped out of bed to put on my jeans.

"Well, my name wouldn't be Damon Salvatore if it wasn't."

I picked up her clothes that were littered all over the floor of my bedroom. I threw them at her and said,

"Now, get out."

Her eyes widened in fear and confusion.

"What? We just had the best sex of our lives and you're kicking me out?"

I faced her and gave her the infamous Damon Salvatore glare.

"Honey, you had the best sex of your life. I just had a passable one."

I could almost see steam coming out of her ears. She grabbed her clothes and tried to wear them while not showing any of her privates, which was pretty hard since she was also in a hurry. In her haste, she stumbled and fell onto the floor.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to pretend to be modest now. I've already seen it all."

I smirked at her and her face turned tomato red. She picked herself up, and looking down once more to check of everything was in place, she stomped towards the door. Before she opened it, she said,

"You know what? You're a dick. I hope that you never fall in love and be forever miserable."

"Oh, yeah, I desperately want to find my twoo love." I said sarcastically, ending with a mocking baby voice just to annoy her even more.

"Ugh!"

She rolled her eyes and slammed the door. Poor girl... What was her name again? Brianna? Brenda? But why the fuck do I care? She's just another girl who was swept off her feet and into my bed. Pulling on my shirt and jacket, I headed towards the door. Time to get another one.

I walked into the bar clad in my favourite black leather jacket, a black shirt, jeans and black leather shoes. I headed straight for the bourbon but some asshole bumped into me and gave my jacket a shower of beer.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, looking down at myself. My leather jacket was completely ruined! I looked up at the douchebag to give him my worst Damon Salvatore glare, but was stunned at the woman in front of me. She was in a black halter dress that clung to her like a glove. It pushed up her breasts, providing me with a tantalising view of them. She wore fuck-me heels that made her already long legs, even longer. Her brunette curls tumbled down her shoulders gracefully, but what I found most special about her was her big, brown, doe eyes.

"Excuse me? Can you hear me? Hello?"

When she snapped her fingers in front of my face, I realised that she had been calling me for quite a while but I was still dreaming about her long legs wrapped around me.

"What? Did you say something?"

"I was saying, that I'm sorry. I didn't see where I was walking. Now, can you hear me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was distracted. I'm Damon Salvatore. And you are?"

I stuck out my right hand and have her my most charming smile. To my surprise, she didn't react to my smile. I was shocked. No woman had ever failed to react to it. It was called the Damon Salvatore Panty Dropper for a reason. It even managed to make Carol Lockwood melt into a puddle of quivering girlishness! Not that I wanted the Mayor's panties to drop, I'm not blind. So why was she not even blushing?

"Elena Gilbert. Pleased to meet you."

She shook my hand firmly, not in the flirtatious way many woman did.

"So, Elena, you must be new. I've never seen you here before. And trust me, I come here every day."

"Yeah, I'm new. My family moved here because my dad is starting a business here."

"And why would a beautiful girl like you, come to Mystic Falls with her family. Why not just go somewhere else?"

She scoffed and narrowed her eyes at me.

"Your tricks don't work on me. You can stop trying because you're not my type."

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Had she just rejected me?

"Honey, I'm everyone's type. Incredibly handsome bad boy who's an animal in the sack? Everybody wants a piece of that."

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Well, then I better introduce myself again. Elena Gilbert, hellcat in bed and not interested."

My mouth opened and stayed that way. What? She did not just say that.

"Damon, you're really just not my type. Why would I like a guy who wants to steal my reputation? You may have been a big fish here, but I'm a shark."

She smirked at me and strutted off, waving her hips from side to side, teasing me.

My eyes followed her ass every step of the way as I thought, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

A/N:

I hope that you guys liked that! Please review! And if you like this, check out True Happiness by me too. Okay, okay, I'm shamelessly promoting my story but whatever. Hope you guys liked this! XD

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