CHAPTER ONE
He liked being in control. That was the one thing that he liked so much, that he felt powerful. He had many decisions in his hands – because he was a Mikaelson.
It was different each time he got a call from his mother or siblings – their company was one of the biggest firms on the market and their father was expecting the best from them.
There was no place for mistakes or misunderstandings.
Mikael Mikaelson wanted everything to be perfect, signed and sealed. Each deal they made, whether it was successful or not, his family gathered together on special dinners.
Yet, he hadn't attended one since three years. Actually, he hadn't even seen his father in such long time.
Father – he was used to call him that, but the truth was painfully different. He could still remember the day all of them got to it. He still saw the look in Mikael's face and piteous sobbing of his mother.
He wasn't as surprised as everyone. Klaus could say that he was nothing like his father, he never felt a part of his family, anyway.
Since then, the Mikaelson's man of the house, became much colder with him that it lead to not speaking for almost two years.
Also, he wasn't missing him. His siblings were enough, he loved them all, even when some pissed him off.
Yet, Mikael wasn't so stupid to take this job away from him. He was the best in what he was doing and everyone knew that. The company wouldn't be the same without him.
They would lose many investors that he made deals with, and that was exactly the last thing they wanted, because it would mean that they'd lose also – money. The one thing that he had enough.
It was pleasure but agony at the same time. If he'd write down each time that a woman tried to get with him just for his asset – there would be simply not enough of paper.
But there was one person that he was almost sure was with him, because of him. Tatia Pierce.
He wasn't in love with her or anything – just when he was with that woman, he thought and felt nothing like him. She was warm, beautiful and got on well with his siblings.
Maybe except for Rebekah. At every turn, there were sparks – not the good ones. Yes, his girlfriend tried talking to her, she suggested on going shopping together – the usual things that made girls bond and get friendly, but no such thing happened between them.
His sister always said that Tatia was no good. That she wears a mask covering her real, devilish face.
Maybe he should've listened to her? He wouldn't be in such position right now.
Klaus was sitting in some Italian Restaurant that one of his co-workers took him too. Yet, it wasn't a good choice. They supposed to take the investors to some classic, elegant place, not a crowded one, where the service was unpleasant and the food they served was no better than the ones his brother, Finn, made. And thank god, Sage, his sister-in-law, didn't let her husband cook anymore.
He was… distracted? No, definitely bored. He hadn't listened to a word that they said as he felt a hand caressing his thigh under the table through the thin material of black pants he wore. She took him by surprise.
Klaus sighed deeply catching his friend's attention. A man frowned at him – they both knew. Well, there wasn't much to know.
Only the fact that his new business partner, who happened to be woman, was importuning him in public place, with many important people by the same table.
He looked at the brunette that was biting her lip in arousal. He could almost smell it and it was surprisingly irritating. He shook the girls hand off of his body and stood up.
"Excuse me for a second." Just as he went to the bathroom, he knew she was following him. It was funny how women reacted on him, he wasn't anything special, was he?
Each time he passed by, almost every female stared at him like at a piece of meat. At first, he liked that, but then it was slightly disturbing.
He pushed the door to a men toilet. After a few seconds, he heard her enter. He turned around to see her fit body stuck into a black, tight dress which was deadly short – too short.
She was smiling seductively, playing with her hair. Such a shame. She had a fine body and he would like to play with it a little bit, but he had to be professional about this.
The girl made her way towards him and pushed him until he hit the wall.
Okay, maybe I'll be professional later, he thought as the brunette kneeled down in front of him unbuckling his belt.
She sent him another one of those smile and slid her tiny hand into his boxers. He growled quietly when she began massaging his growing member. He'd definitely be professional later.
He was leaving to a pleasure land as she finally dropped his drawers. His trousers were around his ankles now, along with his boxers.
The girl's eyes widened a little bit as she saw his length in full grandeur – she couldn't find any word but big. Maybe enormous would fit.
He felt a little bit weird, and some of his buzz abased when she kept staring at his penis. But then he growled again as the brunette lowered her mouth on him.
She began sucking on him, massaging the tip of his jawn with her skilled tongue. While keeping him not deep in her lips, her hand found its way to the underpart and started knead it.
He was close. Both of them could sense if, but the girl didn't care. His hips automatically moved in her mouth, causing her to hold onto the toiler with her other hand. Klaus tried not to be loud, but it wasn't possible. He growled. His release ended up going down her throat, she only smiled wickedly placing one last kiss on his length.
He didn't return the smile, just pulled up his pants and buckled the belt tightly. The brunette stood up in front of him. He knew that she wanted to continue this, so he leaned in to her.
In one move, she was the one who was pinned against the cold tiles. He slid his hand under her shirt, teasing her by tracing circles on her left thigh. When he pressed his fingers against her center, she moaned so loud, that for a moment he was sure that whole restaurant could hear them.
He could sense she was ready for him as his hand was already damped with juices coming out from her cooter. He gently put the stripe of her panties on side and touched her naked flesh as she whimpered.
Klaus slid one finger inside her, and she fell to his arms for support. He lowered his head so his mouth were next to her ear. As he kept fingering her, he whispered.
"You're fired." And pulled away from the girl, leaving her totally shocked and embarrassed.
He walked out of the bathroom, after washing his hand, and went back to the table. Damon looked at him questioningly, but he only nodded his head what caused the other guy to roll his eyes.
"We should move on to important stuff, now that mister Klaus is back."
"Yes, thank you, Damon." He smiled lightly. He was going to start talking but one of the man interrupted him.
"May I ask where miss Hayley is?"
"She didn't feel very well so I let her go home. Is it a problem?"
"No, of course not. Please, continue."
So he did, but didn't talk much. Just something about the profit their companies will get from investing in one of their new projects.
It was really important deal for his firm. It would get them thousands of dollars, if not millions. If he didn't get these investors to sign on the project by Monday, his brother would probably pay him a visit.
Elijah was much like his father, but nothing like him at the same time. Funny, but true. The eldest Mikaelson was the honorable one. He always tried to do the right thing, even if it would bring many consequences.
He smiled when one of the men, shook his hand approvingly and declared himself as a new member of his team.
Now, that's how it's done.
She lied on her bed, while watching TV. It was another, boring night. As usual she was spending it at home as all of her friends magically already had plans.
Well, plans.
She rolled her eyes when she heard another moan coming from the other room, which happened to be next to hers. The blonde cursed that apartment for having so thin walls.
Also, she cursed herself for agreeing on sharing a flat with her friends. Now, she was starting to regret her decision.
It was another week, another day of listening a sounds of sex. Apparently, Elena Gilbert, a sweet, beautiful girl, couldn't get enough of her boyfriend.
He came after some business dinner, and they got into things right off the bat.
She wouldn't complain, but their clothes were all over the place, as usual. And who had to clean? Caroline – as usual.
She dragged herself of the bed and went to the living room to start doing what she did when Damon was around.
Obviously, there were pieces of clothing on the floor, some on the couch and – one in the bowl along with her dinner? Great. Just wonderful, she thought.
She was furious and hungry. Within few second she dressed herself into her favorite pair of baggy sweats, too big, green jumper and emu boots. On the top of everything she just took a random coat and left her flat, trying to sound as loud as possible.
It was cold as it was snowing. She would think it was normal back in Mystic Falls, but there was rarely snow in New York.
When her mum asked her, why she chose that city, she couldn't answer. There was something about this place that made her stop worrying about her life, about time. Because it didn't matter here. People were reckless, but fun – lively.
And that was exactly what she needed after eighteen years of living in a boring town, where nothing ever happened and the biggest stunt was closing the local shop when the owner was too old to handle it.
It wasn't like she didn't like Mystic Falls, of course she did. After all, it was her hometown, but it wasn't what she wanted in life.
And New York was perfect reflection of her – a mess.
Not that she was a complete mess, but her life got some serious makeovers. Just month ago she broke up with her boyfriend, Tyler.
They were together for almost a year, but after he cheated on her with some girl from his college, she was done.
She would never, ever trust him again. Caroline was almost convinced that every guy was the same – cheating liar.
Her father left her mother for a men. She loved Steven and it felt like she had one more father, but she wouldn't want to see her mother the way she was after divorce, again.
She wondered what she'd want to eat, when a delicious smell got into her nostrils. The blonde turned around to see a hot dog booth. That was exactly what she needed – something unhealthy but delicious.
Caroline walked towards it and smiled at a vendor wearing a funny, red cap.
"What can I get you?" He asked and she ordered the classical hot dog, without any weird toppings like e.g. onion.
She was so starved that she wanted to do nothing more than took this piece of meal and push it into her mouth and just eat – feel this deliciousness.
She slipped her hands to her pockets looking for some money, but then she realized that she was wearing Bonnie's coat, not hers.
Of course, her friend had a familiar one, so she probably took hers. It was not good.
"Seriously?" She groaned and started shaking the pockets once again, hoping that maybe, somehow magically, it would became heavy with money, but it didn't. The vendor stared at her unsympathetically. "God, just wait a second, I have to have someth-" She didn't finish as she saw a hand right next to her face, handing the irritated man one dollar bill.
He was proud of himself. Proud? That wasn't enough said. He was sure all of his siblings would be happy with the deal he made, after all it was their only money origin as neither of them bothered to go to work and live by themselves.
Well, besides Rebekah, again. His brothers worked for his father's company, but she decided to go her own way.
And he was happy for her. She met a guy, that he actually started to like, and everything was going well for her.
Sudden thoughts came to his mind. Maybe he was a little too harsh treating Hayley this way? No, definitely no. She was the one that tried to jump into his bed after three days of working together. Not that it would be okay if she ever tried to do that.
He was walking down the streets of New York. It was snowing lightly, what was pretty surprising for this city. It barely snowed or anything, more like rained.
As usual, women were admiring his posture but his eyes were glued to one, particular girl. She looked ridiculous in those big sweats and coat and those weird shoes. Yet, she had a nice voice, except the fact she was practically shouting at the irritated vendor who was holding a hot dog. The girl was looking something desperately in her pockets, but obviously, didn't find anything. He smiled wickedly and walked over to the booth, holding out a one dollar bill and handing it to the man.
His hand almost brushed her face as his body slightly pressed against her body. She stiffened and he could feel it.
He was still smirking as the blonde took the hot dog and turned around to face him. And that was the moment that he would never thought, would change his life forever.
She was really beautiful, and when he thought of a woman that she is beautiful – she must've been an angel.
Her blonde curls surrounded her pale face. His looked into a pair of the most hypnotizing and blue eyes, he'd ever seen. Her full lips were rosy pink which curled into small 'o' as a sign of zinger.
When she turned around, she would never thought she would see what she expected to. Her eyes fell on him.
He had short, dirty blonde curls. He was smiling what revealed his cute dimples, she felt as she was about to melt away. He had those gorgeous pair of blue eyes with many shades of green.
He was wearing a black tux, with a white shirt and a black tie. Yet, he wasn't like all those lifeless men of New York, who walked every day to work and the main fun part in their lives was – routine.
She didn't exactly know what to say. He just paid for her, and she looked like a total idiot. Well, obviously she looked like a total idiot in that outfit.
After taking in his appearance, she finally decided to speak.
"Thank you, but you didn't have to do that." Her voice was unsteady, but calm. He noticed it and smirked once again.
"No problem, love."
She melted even more when she heard his accent. Why couldn't she meet a guy like that? Wait, you just did, she thought.
Caroline smiled back as she held the food in her hand.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to go." He noticed her beautiful smile lightly fade away as she heard his words.
He couldn't help but smirk in his thoughts. Before she could reply, he passed her and went in different direction than she did after standing for a while in the snow.
What had just happened?
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