A/n: My first story so please be gentle lol.
I dont own TVD... but if i Did Damon would be mine.
Chapter 1
Damon awoke to banging on his front door. It was 6.45 in the morning. He groans and rolls out of bed. He groggly walks down the stair's with a yawn opens the door.
" Can I help you? "
The woman standing infront of was wearing a knee high pencil skirt, a silk blouse and expensive heals, her highlighted hair came to a shoulder she removed her gucci glasses turned to face the door.
" Well, for starters, you can get your stubborn ass down here and give me a divorce. "
The only reason I ain't signing is cause you've turned into some hoity-toity Yankee bitch, and I'd like nothing better right now than to piss you off.
The door slams shut.
Damon motion is empty glass to the barman, the barman was use to his signals. He returns with a fresh glass. Within a flash the liguid is gone
" Damon, how long are we going to keep this up?"
" As long as it takes i suppose" reaching for his now empty glass.
Ric places a twenty dollar bill on the bar.
" You know I can pay for my own drinks Ric"
" Your a idiot"
" Why thank you for noticing" He stumbles from his seats and searches his pockets for his car keys.
" looking for these" Ric dangles his the keys in front of him
" haha, you got me, now give them back."
" I dont think so" he motions to the door.
" C'mon it not like im drunk"
" Listen im your friend and tonight again im your cab drive so will you please get in the car."
" Jenna told you didnt she?" Ric opens the door to Damon's blue camero and slams the passanger door shut.
" Well she is my wife." Ric slides into the drivers seats a puts the key in the ignition.
" Im not signing them, i dont care if she had to come all the way from New York she will have to kill me to sign them."
" According to the phone call we recieved that might happen."
" She thinks after four years, she can get me to sign those dam papers"
" Well Damon, she is your wife"