You Belong To Me Now chapter 1
Elena P.O.V
I let out a sigh as I get up from my black leather swivel chair. The office is dead silent and it's time for me to go home. I turn off my computer after saving my recent article and grab my keys from the little pencil holder that is situated on my desk.
I look over at the clock from across the room, it reads 10:00PM. It's later than I thought.
I groggily proceed to my car that is parked in the underground parking lot that had recently been built. My plan for the night is to get drunk, so drunk that I can't remember my name, that's the only way I can deal with the loneliness that has come along with moving to New York.
It's a big city alright. With the skyscrapers and huge company buildings. A lot different from Mystic Falls. Sometimes I regret moving, leaving my friends and family behind but, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to work at the famous Salvatore newspaper company. Any one who would is a fool.
I make good money, I can afford an apartment all by myself, a penthouse even, which is what I own. I was surprised at how quickly I got promotions but, my parents always said that my hard work would pay off one day. I just wish they were around to see it.
They died in a plane crash a month after I moved to New York. I went home for a couple of weeks but, i had to get back to work out of fear of losing my job. Now I have no one, Jeremy is off doing god knows what god knows where, my aunt Jenna lives in Mystic Falls with her husband Alaric, I rarely have time to visit or call them so we have drifted apart.
I am completely alone in this big city, no friends, no family, no one.
I don't have time to date, and to be honest I don't want to. I haven't wanted to since me and Stefan broke up...since I found out he was cheating on me with Caroline. My supposed best friend back then.
It's dark outside and a bone chilling wind gusts through the autumn air. I wish I had brought a jacket but, it was warm in the morning, I didn't think I'd need one.
Now my legs are cold and my light blue dress shirt does nothing to protect my arms. I try pulling down my black pencil skirt to cover my knees but, the tight fabric doesn't budge.
As I'm walking through the parking lot, the only sound I hear are my black, shiny pumps clacking against the pavement.
I hurry myself up, party because it's cold and partly because I hate underground parking lots. They creep me out, especially when there is no one else in sight.
I rush myself inside my black SUV and quickly shut the door. I turn my keys, starting the car and warming it up quickly. I lean back in my seat, glad it's friday and there will be no work tomorrow. No annoying co-workers and no sitting in a desk chair all day.
My company focuses on the political aspect of New York, probably why the company has made so much money. Why the CEO is so rich. The only mystery in the company is, who is the CEO? I know his name is Damon Salvatore but, no one has seen him. You can't even find a picture of him on the internet.
I start the car and make up my mind to go to a dive bar. I don't feel like going home and changing, I just want a drink and maybe some company. Preferably male company.
During the drive I pull out the bobby pins situated firmly in my dark brown hair, letting it fall over my shoulders. As I pull into the dive bar parking lot I apply a light layer of lip gloss and a sweep of mascara.
I proceed quickly into the bar, the bar isn't as crowded as I'd like it to be but, it's good enough. I glance over at the pool table in the corner, a man is there, his back turned to me.
The man looks about 5'10, has raven black hair and looks pretty muscular. From what I can see he is dressed in a leather jacket and black levis. I glance over him one more time before sauntering up the bar.
Situating myself on a red, barstool and resting my elbows on the counter. Running my fingers through my hair.
"Five shots of vodka." I order, hoping to get drunk as fast as possible, wanting to chase away my loneliness.
I always feel so sad, I hate it but, there is no way to change it. I have sorta become an alcoholic. Drinking way to often. I can't remember the last time I went straight home after work. I always end up somewhere.
The bartender pours the shots, places them on a tray and puts the tray directly in front of me.
I thank him with a smile, I lazily tuck my hair behind my ears and pick up the small shot glass in my hand.
I count, one, two, three! I down the vodka, it burns the whole way down.
With each shot, I get drunker and drunker. Slowly forgetting how terribly lonely I am. Forgetting all of my woes. After I down the last shot, I order another set, another five.
Vodka always seems to do the trick, fast and quick with how strong it is.
By the end of the other five, the first two buttons on my shirt are unbuttoned, showing my white lacy bra. I don't care. I could use a good fuck.
I smile as I notice the man that was by the pool table walk up to the bar, placing himself on the stool right next to me.
"Bourbon, neat." I hear him order. His voice is so sexy, a desire begins to ache through me as he turns towards me, boring his icy blue eyes into mine.
I can see a cocky smile form on his face as his eyes rake over my body. I lean over giving him a better view of what's inside my shirt.
I can see his eyes are filled with lust as he sees just how large my breasts are.
The bartender hands him his borbon which disappears inside him after one large gulp. I can see him slightly wince at the burn of the alcohol but, he quickly recovers.
He slides off the barstool, I do the same, knowing what he's about to do. It only takes him two steps to reach me. He places his hand behind my back, guiding me out of the bar. There are no words that need to be spoken, I know what I want and I know what he wants. I can tell he'll be the best one night stand I've ever had.
If I weren't drunk I'd run fast and far. I can sense a danger around him. I can also sense he'll be very dominant in bed which I like and lust for.
Instead of leading me to his car he takes me to a dark, cold, alleyway. He pushes me up against the cold brick wall, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He starts roughly groping my breasts through my bra, pushing them together every few seconds.
My boobs aren't that sensitive so it doesn't cause me that much pleasure but, I can tell he loves it. He's more than turned on by it, I can feel his hard length pressed against my panties, my skirts has ridden up past my ass. Leaving just my lace, see through white panties.
He pushes himself even harder against me, grinding and creating the most delicious friction. He groans loudly in my ear as he stops grinding. He moves his hands from my breasts to his pants, unzipping them.
Even in the dark I can see his length is huge, long and thick. I can feel wetness dripping from my panties, I am so wet for him.
"You're so hot!" I say drunkenly, laughing like a college girl. I hear a chuckle come out of him before he rips my panties off of my, tearing them in half.
He slides the head of his cock all over my pussy, collecting my juices making it easier for him to slide inside of me.
I moan at the touch of his hard, hot member sliding all over me.
"I want it." I moan drunkenly, a little to loud.
"What do you want?" He whispers huskily in my ear with his velvet voice that causes me to become even wetter.
"I want you to fuck me." I demand, slurring my words a little.
As soon as I finish the sentence he shoves all of himself deep inside of me with one motion.
"Oh fuck!" I moan, very loud this time.
He begins fucking me rougher and faster than I have ever been fucked before. With each thrust he hits my g-spot, overloading me with pleasure.
He leans his head in the crook of my neck and begins sucking on my skin, leaving small but still visible hickeys all down my neck.
He's the best I've ever had. A pressure begins building up inside of me, begging to be released. If I wasn't drunk I probably would've tried to hold it in but, not now.
"I'm gonna-" I moan right before my cum spurts out of me, enveloping his cock in my juices.
He however hasn't cummed yet. He doesn't even appear to be close. He must've had a lot of practice.
He lets go of me, helping me stand up right before he flips me over. My ass facing him. He starts thrusting inside of me in a doggystyle position. His thrusts are rough, and needy.
He groans over and over, I can tell he's nearing his release. He picks up the pace, thrusting me faster than ever before.
Without warning I feel his cum shoot inside of me, filling me to the brink, luckily I'm on birth control.
He picks me up bridal style, not even dressing me and takes me his car, laying me down in the back seat. In a few seconds I'm passed out.
6:00AM
I wake up on a bed, rolling over and standing up. I groan in agony as my head starts pounding.
Suddenly I feel nauseous, I grip my stomach as I run through an open door that thankfully leads to the bathroom. I lean over the toilet puking my guts out and making revolting sounds.
After a few minutes I stop throwing up, wipe my mouth and slowly stand up, my knees start shaking uncontrollably. I slowly start walking back to the bedroom and sit on the king sized bed.
I look around and can't remember for the life of me how I got here. The walls are painted white, the floors are a dark wooden brown, the bed is situated in the middle of the room with two night tables on either end. On one end table is a lamp, one the other is a electronic clock.
The bed has silk sheets and a thick white duvet with memory foam pillows on each side. In one corner the walls are lined with bookshelves filled to the brink with books and a dark wood desk. On the desk is a lamp, a closed, black laptop and a pencil holder.
I look down at my clothes and see that someone has changed me into a pair of black, brazilian style panties and a long, white button up, office shirt. My hair has been brushed and my makeup from the previous day has been removed.
I shrug my shoulders, who ever I slept with is a gentleman...in some ways. In other ways it's kind of creepy.
I sit on the edge trying to remember last night. What happened?
The last thing I remember is...hmmm...I remember leaving with a man...black hair, icy blue eyes, really hot body. Yup, that's all I remember, I guess we must've slept together.
I get up off of the bed in search of my clothing. I find it all over the room...wow... now I wish I could remember what happened.
I find my shirt by the door, my bra by one end of the bed, my shoes are neatly placed by the bathroom door and my skirt is flung across the room. I gather up the items and change into them.
Regret begins to form...god I'm acting like a university freshman. I'm an idiot.
I manage to find a hair tie on my wrist, I slip it off and am able to put my hair into a high ponytail. I at least look a little respectable.
My palms become sweaty as I turn around to find the bedroom door slowly creeping open. It fully opens and in walks the man I assume is who I slept with. He looks even hotter than my memory allows me to remember.
I see a cocky smile is situated on his face. Something about him is familiar, I don't think I realized it last night but, I feel like I've seen him before, before the bar.
"I see you have dressed, planning on running away on me?" Inquires the man in a joking manner, his laugh is like music to my ears. His voice makes my heart melt.
But, he's just a one night stand. Nothing more.
He walks closer to me, close enough that I can feel his breath on my cheek. He grabs my ponytail, playing with it.
"I like it, it suits you. And to mention the subject of you, who are you?" He questions, pulling me closer by pushing on my back. My chest is pushed up against his, I look up into his icy blue eyes to see that they have darkened.
I am all for having sex while I'm drunk but, not sober. I'll remember it if I'm sober and to be honest I'd rather not.
My pulse spikes and my heart feels like it'll jump out of my chest. "E-elena. My name is Elena Gilbert." I reluctantly tell him.
He smiles, a smile that I know spells danger with a capital D. He quietly chuckles to himself.
"By god life is just a bunch of coincidences isn't it." He chuckles, now caressing my arm through my shirt.
I am confused by his statement. Coincidences? What does he mean?
"What do you mean?" I whimper, afraid of his answer.
"Don't you know who I am? Damon Salvatore, the most respectable CEO in all of New York? Does that ring the bell?" He cockily asks with a mischievous smile on his face. He knows something I don't.
Wait? No no no no! He did not just say Salvatore. Did he? Oh. My. God. It's Damon Salvatore, my boss. The mysterious owner of the company I work for. Oh my fuck, what have I gotten myself into.
I try to pull away but, he just pushes me closer. I have to fix things, show him I'm not just some slutty one night stand. I'm a journalist who deserves his respect.
"Look Damon...may I call you Damon?" I question, my voice soft with a little hint of fear.
Oh god what if he fires me. What if this ruins my career?! My life!
Thankfully, he nods. Looking into my eyes intently as if he's trying to stare into my soul. It makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Last night was a mistake that I promise I won't make again. Please don't fire me, I promise I'm a respectable journalist. I had no idea who you were and if I did I wouldn't have slept with you." I start rambling, he's nodding his head but, I can tell he's not serious. He doesn't seem to care about anything I'm saying to him.
"Alright I believe you." He states, letting me go.
This confuses me but, I won't give him time to change his mind. I swiftly walk out of his bedroom and find my way out of his house.
Great. My car is still parked at the bar.
I had managed to find my purse placed on a small table before I Left the house or mansion I should say. We're definitely not in New York anymore. I have no idea where we are.
I call a taxi, thankfully there is one close to wherever I am. In a matter of minutes the taxi appears and I get in.
I tell him to take me to my penthouse, which close to times square. The main reason it costs a lot of money each month. Although I am close to paying it off and being able to buy it.
It takes the taxi two hours to reach my house. Now I know how Damon has managed to stay out of sight for so long.
I still feel so embarrassed about the situation. I slept with my boss. I let him fuck me and I don't even remember it. I am thankful for that, I'd be even more ashamed if I could.
I still wish I could bang my head against a wall. I don't know if I'll even be able to face my co-workers now.
With a small huff I step out of the taxi and pay the man. I swiftly walk to the building, greeted by the doorman and rush to the elevator.
I am alone in the elevator when my phone rings. It says it's an unknown number. Hmmm...that's odd.
"Hello? Who is this?" I inquire, pondering who could be on the other end.
"This is the New York inquisitor and we have a proposition for you. Are you interested in hearing what it is?" Responds the voice on the other end, it sounds female.
This could be interesting but, I'm not sure what information I could supply them with.
"Alright...what is this proposition?" I ask, getting curiouser and curiouser by the second.
"We know what you did last night. Don't ask how we know, but, we know that you slept with Damon Salvator. Nobody has ever been spotted with him before. No one." The female voice states causing a chill to run through my body. From my head to my toes.
My hand starts shaking. Some one knows. This could put both me and him in jeopardy.
"We also know that you, Elena Gilbert work for his company as one of the top journalists. We want the inside scoop on his life and you, can supply us with it." The female voice goes on.
I scoff at the woman's words. She thinks I'd betray Damon and my company, put my career in jeopardy.
"If you give us an article on him we'll give you a permanent job as the editor and cheif at the Mystic Falls newspaper and we'll give you one million dollars. You can be with your family again, you won't be lonely any more." Offers the woman.
My heart drops at her words. I can have a life again. I can be with my aunt again. I can make more money than I make here and have one million dollars. Oh god this is so selfish but...I won't be lonely anymore.
Damon woke me up. Showed me just how much I was screwing up my life with the alcohol and one night stands. If betraying him is what I need to be happy and have a life again it's worth it.
After all...it's only one article. It won't hurt him that much.
"I'll do it." I whisper and then hang up.
Now...all that I need to do is get to know him, trick him into being my friend and telling me his secrets. It's official, I am a stereotypical journalist.