Caroline POV

The streets have been tamed to something quite close to 'peaceful' - fewer vehicles on the road, lesser people loitering along the pavements , and the bustling city noise is dying down to a meowing party of stray cats.

Stray cats, huh, Caroline thought, while looking down the hotel's balcony, clad in nothing but a white towel, as she let her cigarette smoke dissipate into thin air. She was thoroughly fucked. Her usually perfectly done hair was messed into a perfectly sexed up head, and the tattletale smell of their hardcore fucking still clung to her skin.

This has been her nightly routine for a couple of months now. Stressed from the day's shit and whatnot, she would head to her favorite bar, finish a couple of shots or freaking drain the bar's alcohol supply, unleash sex appeal on the dance floor, and fuck the lights out of a random stranger. Stray cat.

She looked back into the hotel room, eyes searching for the bedside clock flashing angry red numbers. 3:14 AM. I need to leave.

She gathered her clothes strewn all over the room. As she reached for her bra somewhere on the floor near the bed, she looked at her flavor of the night. Her recent fuck.

His face was somewhat hidden in the room's darkness, and his shoulder tattoo was made visible by the moonlight. A flock of birds of a feather. Very original. And.. nice pecs. Dirty thoughts came rushing into her head, full of moments as she was moaning to the heavens with him pounding her like a mad animal. She stopped herself immediately, No, I don't do second fucks. Too personal for my taste.

Reaching for the door handle, she stopped and took a last glance at the man sleeping soundly on the other end of the room, her insides taking tiny somersaults like she was about to do something wrong.

Good fuck. Good riddance.

She opened the door and left the hotel, her mind plagued with what-ifs and should-have-beens. She clung tightly to her coat, and walked down the cold empty street, the stray cats meowing on her presence.

Klaus POV

[Flashback]

He was tired. Bloody tired. The corporate world seems to be having fun draining all his energy. The fact why was he brashly taken from his bachelor hobbies by his father was quite hard to ponder on. He was having fun months ago – jumping form country to country, experiencing everything the world has to offer. Art, cultures, women. But now he was in the midst of the city noise, in a fucking neck tie no less.

Just as he was reaching for his car key, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Kol.

"What," he snarled.

"Oh, brother. It has only been a few days and it looks like you're already quite the suicidal," Kol snickered at the other end of the line. This dickhead will die tonight, Klaus thought, his fingers calming the nerves popping out of his forehead.

"I have no time for your blabbers, Kol," he almost growled, dragging out his brother's name with anger and frustration.

"Alright, moody pants. Chill. I am taking you out tonight," and Kol added, "Meet me at the bar. I'll type in the address. Laters!"

He would very much prefer to go back to his penthouse, nurse a glass of whiskey, and claim hours of rest his body has been yearning, but Klaus knew that his brother definitely won't settle for him passing on a night out. I should have killed him when he was still zero month old.

Oh, to hell with it. A bar with women in flimsy clothing won't be the worst thing to be at tonight.

He took off his neck tie and coat, and climbed on his 918, and as soon as this baby of his fired up to life, he sped through the highway.

Klaus entered the place, music blasting everywhere, bass beats thumping against walls and floors. Of course. Kol's kind of 'night out' venue. He sat on one of the bar stools and called the bartender, "Bourbon. Straight."

He looked around the place as he was taking swigs of his drink. Not too crowded, but it's pretty loaded. Eyes continue roaming; spotting several ladies that would go under his 'classified' list. And under me. Ah, yes. Looks like I'm in for a night.

"Brother!" He turned to Kol, his younger brother screaming through the loud music. "Already scouting for your perspectives, I see" Kol said, smirking devilishly. "Didn't you have had enough of promiscuity with the women of Europe and Asia?" Kol added.

"You can never get enough of women," Klaus answered, wolfishly grinning.

"Touché," his younger brother raised his drink and made a toast, "To great fucks and such!"

"To the douchebags such as you," Klaus said, raising his glass just the same.

"Well brother, this douchebag will be your wingman for the night," laughed out Kol while he was tiptoeing with his hand on his forehead and his eyes squinted, as if he was searching for a perfect girl from the crowd.

A couple of hours and several downed whiskey bottles later, Klaus saw Kol grinding on some lass on the dance floor, whispering to the girl's ear in his drunken state.

He did dance with a few random girls but no one has quite captured his attention, so he was back on the bar, his nth drink on hand. Unlike Kol, he was perfectly capable of handling his liquor.

"Bourbon, on the rocks, please."

Klaus looked beside him. A whiskey girl, huh. Interesting. Long blonde curls, skin so cream that the dim lights of the bar made it look somewhat luminous, long lashes, dashing body with curves on the perfect places, and a beautiful face.

"It's rude to stare," the girl faced him, and she was looking directly at his eyes. And woah. Her snuggly fit dress had a deep V-neckline that left little to imagination. "Eyes up here," she said, inching her face closer with one hand on her hip.

She's drunk. "I'll be having this, sweetheart," Klaus took her drink and finished it in one straight gulp.

"That. Was mine," the blonde slurred, "and you'll gonna pay for that."

"So, I will," flashing his infamous smirk to the girl before him.

"Jerk," she turned around and headed to the dance floor. She took another glance at him, smirking seductively, inviting him.

The hunt is over. His eyes followed the blonde minx as she entered the dancing crowd, and he knew it was going to be a long night.

Finally, he caught a sight of her blonde head. Her hips were swaying to the music, arms raised, and beads of sweat were forming on her chest. Delectable. He caught her hips from behind, holding her with both hands.

As she felt his presence and she melted into him, dancing with his back pressed up against his chest, her ass grinding against his groin. Fuck.

Klaus' hands started roaming – feeling her flat stomach until his hands reached the area too close to her breasts, then he moved them down to her bare legs. She reached her arms behind her, wrapping them around his head, tilting her head to the side, giving him full access to her creamy neck. Klaus started licking her ear, down to her neck, kissing a soft spot and sucking on her pulse point, hard.

He felt her grind her ass a bit harder, and heard her gave a small moan. His hand reached under her dress, feeling the inside of her thigh, sensing the heat coming from her center. He felt her grasp his hair and moan loudly.

He cupped her sex. Fuck me, she's dripping wet.

He was hard. And he needed her. Pronto.