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Elena
"Good morning Sunshine." Damon slurs out and my whole body immediately tenses. The clothes that used to cover my body are now sprawled out across the hard wood floor, and I am lying here in a strangers bed completely naked. What the fuck? I sigh stressfully and run my hand through my brunette hair before jolting my hung over self to life. The morning sun is like an annoying flashlight to my eyes, and I feel as if I have a heartbeat throbbing against my temple. My sudden movements cause the room to spin slightly, but I don't let my dizziness distract me from my mission of getting the hell out of here. I hadn't meant for this to happen. It all started once I walked into that dimly lit bar down the street. My boss had spent the whole day hounding me about a project I had yet to finish, and I needed a drink or two. One lemon drop martini later, and he walks up to me. His dark black hair is disheveled, and his icy blue eyes are peering into mine, the black leather jacket he wore fit his bad boy charm perfectly. One drink turned into four and before I knew it we were back here fucking on top of his kitchen counter.
"You know you could stay if you wanted. I make an unbelivevably amazing omelette. It will melt right in your mouth." Damon speaks huskily as his voice drops to a more seductive tone. His hand finds the small of my back and I tense as his fingertips travel across my lower back excruciatingly slow. My eyes flutter shut as his hand roams around the smooth curve of my hips, and I fall right back into his touch all over again. No Elena. No. Once I realize what he is doing, I spring to life taking the white cotton sheet with me. His naked body is sprawled out across the bed, tempting me with that god like body of his.
"I really should get going. It's Saturday and I have a lot of stuff to do." I decline his offer almost awkwardly as I scramble around the room in hopes of finding my clothing.
"Looking for this?" He teases as he holds my black polyester dress in his hand, a devilish smirk widening across his face.
"Yes actually." I snap at him and try to snatch the dress away from him when he suddenly scoots his hand up and pulls it out of my reach.
"Damon please."
"Fine, fine. Your loss." He shrugs cockily and hands me the black dress, purposely brushing his fingers against mine.
"Well thank you, I guess." I nod my head awkwardly in his direction before slipping out of the room with my dignity definitely not intact. Down the hallway and to the left I notice a bathroom, which gives me the time to slip back into my dress and rush over to the elevator.
As the metal elevator doors close, I breathe out a sigh of relief and rest my weight onto the back of the cold metal. One night stands aren't, and never will be my thing, but I have to admit Damon is one hell of a man. One hell of a man that I will never see again. Based on the hotel room he is staying in, I doubt he is staying in New York long anyway. The elevator comes to a halt at the ground floor, and I breathe out yet another exaggerated sigh. I really just need a vanilla latte and a warm muffin to calm my hangover, and my stress. Work has been beating my ass lately, and work plus a massive hangover doesn't sound like much fun. The doorman then opens the glass door for me as I pass by him.
"Thank you." I nod in his direction and I can't help but notice the way he looks me up and down, probably recognizing what a beat down mess I appear to be. I step down a step or two before raising my hand out in hopes of hailing a cab. I'm not sure where I am, other than a luxurious five star hotel that my hot hook up happens to be staying at. A yellow cab then pulls over to the side of the street where I'm standing with my hair almost intact and my mascara smudged under my eyes slightly. I am currently the definition of a broken down mess.
"Where to miss?" The elderly taxi driver questions politely as I slip into the back of the cab. I give him my address as I slouch comfortably in the leather seat. Manhatten is already is full swing as people hustle to get from place to place. Part of the reason why I love New York City so much is the constant movement. Life never stops here and no matter what's going on in my life, I never feel alone when I'm in the city.
"Thank you." I thank the taxi driver and pay him before stepping out of the cab and into the frigid March weather. My bare legs shiver slightly as I run up to my apartment building as quick as I possibly can. My straight hair blows in the wind as I sprint up the steps and into my building. I usually take the stairs since my apartment is only on the fourth floor, but today my legs can't find the strength to travel up them. Once I step into the elevator, I am suddenly brought back to last night.
"Oh my god." I moan out as Damon's hands run all over my naked body. His muscles tighten as I hold onto his back and he thrusts into my sweet warmth. Every atom of my body is awakened and this intense amount of satisfaction is vibrating throughout my body.
"Fuck Elena." Damon swears out into the air as we both let go of everything else in the universe.
I force myself to snap out of my filthy thoughts once the elevator doors open and I am welcomed by the hideous hallway leading up to my apartment door. My arms push my body off of the metal bar and I trudge out of the elevator. I fumble with the key for a moment before I hear that familiar voice speak out behind me.
"Hello dear." Margaret speaks out in her low raspy voice that always brings a smile to my face. Margaret is the seventy eight year old woman that lives across the hall from me. Her grey curls on the top of her head are always perfectly in place as she is dressed just like any other old lady. Her nude slacks are a little to short as her white ankle socks are on perfect display. The royal blue sweater she wears frequently is buttoned all the way up to her neck.
"You don't look too good." She judges me with her eyes and I can't help but laugh.
"I'm good." I nod as an embarrassed blush creeps onto my cheeks. She stands outside of her door, judging me as she takes in my disheveled appearance. Margaret is the kind of woman who offers a tremendous amount of opinions that you really don't want to hear, but she means well, I think.
"Let me guess, one night stand?" She questions in that smoky voice of hers.
"No." I lie. Some weird part of me feels like she is my grandma. That grandma that has the driest sense of humor, and buys you gifts that you will never use, that offers opinions that only come off as judgements, but always is there for you regardless.
"Oh honey if you only knew how many times I shared that same look you have." She giggles and my eyes widen at her unexpected confession.
"What?!" I gasp. "You have one night stands?"
"No." She smirks and I can see the lie hiding behind her voice.
"I don't believe you." I tell her with a smile.
"Okay. You should go shower, your hair looks like a rats nest." She smirks and begins waddling down the hall with her back faced to me. Her short stance is hilarious and she is probably off to some book club.
"Bye margaret! Always nice talking to you." I giggle as she puts her hand up without turning to face me and waves slightly. The smile does not fall from my face as I turn the key in my door and unlock it.
"Baby!" I exhale as my eighty five pound tan and white Akita gallops up to me.
"Hello my love." I speak in that high, squeaky voice that most people talk in when addressing their pet.
"Did you miss mommy?" She barks in response as I topple over onto my grey couch and sigh heavily. The pillow hits my face and my eyelids suddenly feel heavy as they close slowly. Too many drinks the night before equals a disastrous Elena the next day.
When I wake up the sky is dark and the large window behind me showcases the twinkling lights of awaken people still busy working and socializing.
Frantically, I run over to my small kitchen and grab hold of my Iphone.
"Shoot." I exhale as I glance at the time. Caroline's texts are buzzing through my phone and I feel horrible for missing our dinner plans.
"Elena where the hell are you?" Caroline screeches through the phone.
"Care I am so sorry. I lost track of time and I don't think I am going to make it. Rain check?" I ask her in an innocent voice.
"What? This was important, I told you!"
"I know Caroline I am so sorry. I really wanted to be there."
"Whatever I'll just see you soon." She exhales and I can tell she is pissed at me.
"Care." I plead but she just hangs up on me. We were supposed to get dinner, and she planned on introducing me to her boyfriend. What is wrong with me? I am usually not like this, I usually have my shit together, well kind of. After my parents died my whole world got turned upside down and I lost everything, besides Caroline. Caroline has always been there for me, and now here I am totally ditching her after everything that she has ever done for me. I feel like the shittiest friend alive, but I know that I will never make it on time if I leave now. I haven't even showered and am still wearing the dress from the night. I dream of that shower as I text Caroline a thoughtful apology that I truly mean. I know she will forgive me, but I can not help but feel horribly sorry. The fact that I missed dinner is just the cherry on top of my great week.
Once I send her my heartfelt message I let out a sigh of relief and saunter over to my bathroom. I pull over the light green shower curtain before turning the faucet all the way to the left. Staring at myself in the mirror, I glance at the person I have grown into. I wonder if my mother would be proud of me, if my father would take pride in everything I accomplished and everything I hope to accomplish still. I've lived seven years of my life without them and yet I miss them more and more everyday. I let out a heavy sigh before stepping into the shower.
"What the?!" I yell out as the freezing cold water splashes my body.
"No." I breathe out as I grab a towel and clutch it against my body. Running, I sprint into the living room and flip through the bills until it dawns on me that I forgot to pay my water heating bill.
"Oh my gosh!" I yell out and stomp on the cold hard wood floor like a four year old child. This is not my day. Whoever said New York City was the place to be fucking lied.