This is going to be an extremely short story. A two-part rather than a one-shot. Please review.
I don't own the vampire diaries.
Gigolo : chapter I
Timing is key. As for every lies to be believable, the orchestration has to be perfect and the delivery convincing. That is not the case with Bonnie guttural moan. The sound is a pitiable imitation of what she imagines to be a sound some girls after reaching their orgasm. Her fault is the timing, but the lack of avocado in her grocery list distracted her.
Nine to five of endless meeting and conversation, which was still more satisfying than having sex with her boyfriend. Eventually making a grocery list has become more appealing than staring at Jeremy sweaty face contorting in pleasure. The moment is absurd. She is faking an orgasm because she wants her boyfriend of six years, Jeremy, to get off her body. She has resisted long enough the desire to shove him away.
In the past twenty minutes or so, Bonnie is not sure about the actual time, mentally it lasted an eternity. However, twenty minutes just sounds correct. The past twenty minutes has been a slow excruciating torture. Different parts of her body are becoming sore. Her heart rate is increasing, and her adrenergic hormones are increasing. The sweating and exhaustion, it is almost like having a heart attack. Bonnie has come to equate sex with a mini heart attack. She has the physical discomfort without the amazing petite mort.
It sounds a bit dramatic and happens to an over exaggeration of the actual situation. However, Bonnie's long history of Google search has cemented her metaphorical comparison. Scientifically and physiologically, it is not a false equivalence. Yes, Google, as plenty other young women, she relays on the internet to educate herself about sex, and so the extent of her sexual knowledge is open to improvement. Educational system continues to fail a generation of young people.
Right now torture for Bonnie is Jeremy's manhood relentlessly pounding into her fragile and sadly dry vagina. When she says dry, Bonnie intends as dry as the throat of a man who has been strolling closer to the edges of the seventh circle of hell. She is in pain for the lack of stimulation and foreplay, but she does not know that much. The article on Google wasn't clear about such details, but it stated uterus or cervical cancer could cause painful intercourse.
Bonnie has come to associate sex with pain, frustration and exhaustion. To summarize a form of torture and during such moment making her grocery list is a helpful distraction.
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The moans do not suffice to stop Jeremy. They have the opposite effect to what she intended. As he grows bold and stimulated by the surge of endorphin, Bonnie discomfort grows. With his new confidence boost, he initiates a new hazardous sexual position. Her head is hanging weirdly and she doesn't know where to put her hand. However, what infuriates her the most is her inability to think with the blood rushing to her head. She has to interrupt her grocery list. What will happen if she forgets to add the macadamia nuts?
Bonnie reluctantly moves to accommodate him. After two years of sexual relationship, she still has to enjoy the practice. She has tried to approach Jeremy with the subject but man ego is a fragile thing. Now she knows better than to suggest anything to alleviate her discomfort or ameliorate her experience. She tried to speak about it two times. The first time, her shyness didn't permit her to explain clearly her problem and Jeremy was distracted.
The second time they brushed the subject of their sex life, she learned about masculine ego and the extreme fragility of it. Bonnie needs a second to collect herself mentally whilst she remembers it. The experience was traumatic. Jeremy gaslighted her and she still has to recover from that exchange.
The words were harsher to her soul than rose thorn on a maiden skin. He threw her sexual inexperience at her face and he proceeded to blame his infidelity on her frigid side. Two years later, nothing has changed and the sex is still bad. Now she doesn't try to complain and blames herself for her inability to be sexually satisfied.
The intercourse goes on for ten more minutes until Jeremy lets out a satisfied groan. Bonnie thanks the heaven, it is finally done, and she has done her duty of perfect girlfriend. She stroked his ego and satiated his primal need. Her boyfriend rolls on the side and a joyous grin settle on his lips. However, the young woman is fighting the need to roll her eyes to oblivion.
"It was amazing." He is half panting but his tone is cheerful. Bonnie has faked two orgasms prior and the third time was the charm to end the farce.
"Hmm…" she says without commitment, and she leaves the entire statement open to interpretation.
It would have been amazing if she had truly experienced those. She refrains herself from saying more and she pecks his cheek. She is too exhausted to pursue the farce and she tries to move away from his moist flesh. His arm extends to grab her and pulls her back to his chest. discontent, she wants to sigh, but she is fast enough to swallow back the sound.
Jeremy never the wisest misinterprets her noncommittal "hmm," and he spoons her until his manhood grazes against her labia. He is not very in tune with his girlfriend, which is why he constantly fails to satisfy her. If he only listens to what her body shouts under his maladroit fingers, if he accepted to let the shivers of her skin and her cries of pleasure teach him what she likes, then maybe he will be a better sex partner.
"I'm exhausted; I am going to take a shower then sleep." Bonnie quickly says when he starts kissing and touching her.
Tonight she can't go through the torture more than once. She almost jumps out of the bed when Jeremy stiff penis bumps to the other side of her naked thigh. She is able to downplay her discomfort and not to run to the bathroom. Bonnie slowly walks to her vanity, where she picks up her skin care products and her phone. She powerwalks into the bathroom looking for refuge. Once inside, she quickly closes the door.
The young woman sighs in relief and does the same thing she always does after sex. She sits on the toilet seat and goes through her phone. She considers calling her best friend, Caroline, to ask if anything is wrong with her. However, embarrassment overrules her need to know. She overanalyzes every detail and she inspects her body searching for abnormality.
After ten to fifteen minutes analyzing the situation, she opens Google home page and writes. Is it normal not to experience an orgasm during sex? Alternatively, she writes something similar. The next question still brushes the subject about her lack of sexual gratification. She randomly picks and reads articles. Her questions are never really answered. Therefore, for two years Bonnie has lived with the delusion that she is an aberration. Sexual education continues to fail too many people.
Her eyes are red and puffy. She has spent the entire morning and part of the afternoon crying. The inevitable has finally happened; she broke up with Jeremy. However, it happened multiple times before but now it is forever. Therefore, she has fallen into a minimal depressive episode.
Caroline is supposed to arrive in less than an hour but Bonnie wants to be left alone. Now, she wants to question her life choices and to criticize everything she did wrong during six years. The poor girl is adept at auto-flagellation. She silently wipes the tears falling on her reddened nose and stares at her reflection. There is nothing beautiful in the mirror, but considering the circumstances, it could be worst.
She is going through a nasty break up. It is been a week since she stumbled on Jeremy and his work colleague, Anna, going at it in their room. She will leave the depiction of the graphic picture to the overactive imaginations. Since that afternoon, she has refused to think about anything related to that nightmare.
When it happened, she didn't know what to say so she simply picked her clothes and left. As for now, she still doesn't know what to say. She is living in a five stars hotel until she can find a new apartment. She can afford a life of luxury; Bonnie has a prestigious job in an advertising firm. Her demanding job is the excuse Jeremy has given this time. He was feeling neglected.
Fucking man-child seeking attention. If she doesn't constantly hold his hand then he has to cheat. This time, she is definitely done with him. She has told Caroline the same thing but her bubbly friend is sceptical. Bonnie's history with Jeremy does stand against that statement. For someone with such a tough job and so many career realizations, Bonnie is extremely soft in her personal life. She has a thing for men with no potential future. She is forgiving and a people pleaser, which is why her farce of a relationship lasted this long.
Three known indiscretions, no sexually transmitted diseases, and many tears later, Jeremy Gilbert and Bonnie Bennett are no longer an item. It hurts her to the deepest recess of her soul. In the crevice of her mind, there is his print. At some level, he is part of her personal identity. He is her first love and the token of a certain period of innocence.
It may be a mistake or an attempt at self-sabotage but she regards their relationship with the same fondness and lack of awareness all first love deserves. Therefore, she feels sad and disoriented. She doesn't want to eat nor to sleep but she does the effort to shower. The young woman still has to interact with the external world. She has lost her boyfriend but she still has bills to pay. She pretends to be well from nine to five and after she gives in to desperation and pain.
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As her emotional situation is spiralling out of control, Caroline has scheduled an intervention. She is coming with the adequate reinforcement, enough red wine to summon Dionysus and some sappy movie with heroines surviving heartbreak. This is the backup plan. Caroline intended a night of party with potential one night stand for Bonnie as a suitable conclusion. The blonde woman religiously believes sex can solve heartbreak.
Caroline's liberties and lack of taboo are something Bonnie envy. The petite woman can't even think about sex without blushing. However, she is not a prude. She is like plenty of young woman of her age, twenty-six years old. She hasn't grown into her sexuality yet and sadly, her past relationship hasn't helped much the matter.
Bonnie sighs and she walks into her bathroom. Caroline will start nitpicking her appearance. Eventually, she will use Bonnie dishevelled appearance as a mean of pressure. She might coerce Bonnie into another undesired healing process as she did coerce her to have this night event. Bonnie shower is long, she needed a good cry, and then the hot water helped her relax. She comes out feeling close to her old self and it is the right person to be tonight.
There is a knock at her door. Loud and strong, something Bonnie can't pretend to ignore. She sights and makes her way toward the entrance door. It is the first knock and already the person behind the door sounds impatient. It definitely enough gives away Caroline's identity.
Smile she tells herself after taking a deep breath. Nevertheless, as soon as she opens the door, she can't suppress her emotions. Bonnie throws herself into the welcoming arm of her best friend. Tears flow freely and at a very abnormal speed, she tries to revisit the horrid debacle. Caroline perfectly adds the extra sound of horror, a gasp her and a no he didn't dare whilst Bonnie passionately goes on about finding out her boyfriend fucking another woman in their bed.
"you should have called the cops and have his ass evicted from your apartment." Caroline is still furious about Bonnie choosing to move out of an apartment where she pays the bills.
"He needs to give you this month rent," she says with the seriousness of a myocardial infarction and Bonnie is about to but Caroline raises an eyebrow and dares the young woman to defend Jeremy. She continues her campaign dedicated to denigrating Jeremy without taking a minute to breathe.
"I know you paid for it as you paid for anything else in his life. That freaking parasite. We should have his car seized. The mortgage is at your name right." it is the beginning of a rant and she only takes a break when she opens the wine's bottle.
Caroline goes on about everything and nothing. Jeremy choice of being a freelance photographer is severely judged. His hygiene is criticized but above all his sanity is questioned. Bonnie observes as Caroline's heels wear of the acacia parquet of her hotel suite. The blonde woman has started an endless pacing back and forth.
"She is beautiful," Bonnie says without a second thought and Caroline's eyes widen. However, Bonnie can't really lie, Anna is beautiful and that definitely hurts.
"Drink!," Caroline says frustrated.
She shoves a full bottle of red wine in Bonnie's chest and she taps her foot impatiently. The brunette gulps the wine to placate her, but Caroline continues taping her foot on the floor. Bonnie sighs and she drinks a quarter of the bottle without taking a breath of air. Eventually, she chocks on the red liquid and it pours out from her mouth. It is enough to satisfy Caroline and she finally stops staring at Bonnie.
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"You don't know how to do this, do you?" There is a slight concern in Caroline's voice, and the question is rhetorical.
Obviously, her sweet friend does not know the protocol on a bad breakup. Poor peaceful creature. The blonde thinks with a distress expression marrying her future. It is going to be harder than she expected but she is not one to look down on a challenge. Thankfully, Caroline Forbes can help. She throws her jacket on the bed as she finally notices she never had the time to remove it.
"It doesn't matter if she is beautiful. She doesn't compare to you. Bonnie, you're a bad bitch. The baddest to ever do it." Caroline starts animatedly and Bonnie rolls her eyes. Once again, Instagram has influenced Caroline lexicons.
The blonde woman takes a clean swing from the bottle. She encourages Bonnie to do the same. Encouragement with Caroline Forbes equal coercion, she glances to make sure Bonnie is drinking the wine as if it was fresh milk, which was needed to pass dry cookies. Bonnie bottle is now three-quarter empty and her body is growing warm.
"As I was saying before he never deserved you and he was extremely lucky to have you. Now say something bad about him." Blue eyes put Bonnie on the spot as they stare expectantly at her. She doesn't know how to react. She stutters for a good minute until she finds anything worth saying.
"He couldn't do anything by himself. I had to help with everything and this is how he repays me." She says hesitantly and she wants to say more.
Bonnie feels better voicing her frustration. She looks at her friend for approval and wonders if more should be said. Caroline is nodding, as a believer will do whilst receiving the good word of the gospel. The bottle is once again pushed toward Bonnie's lips. She now drinks eagerly, her mind receptors are currently familiarizing with the alcohol whilst her body is growing warm. Her eyes drop due to sudden drowsiness and her lips can no longer stop the flood of her words.
"It's already starting to feel better right? Let's continue, give me more rage Bon." Her best friend encourages as she puts a movie in the VSH. They're old school like that. Legally blonde starts but Bonnie tirade about Jeremy covers the movie dialogue. The young woman empties her mind and soon the alcohol pushes away thoughts of Jeremy.
"With how trash he was, you can only claim temporary insanity. You are a clinical case of a dickmatized woman." Caroline summarizes six years of tumultuous relationship inaccurately.
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"Dickmatized?" Bonnie giggles at the word. Some of the things Caroline says often pass right over her head. This is the right example of these things. She takes a large gulp, and she waits for Caroline to pursue the conversation where she stopped.
"Classic syndrome where a woman way over a man league is trapped in a relationship simply due to the amazing sex. Typical sequelae ensue. For instance, there are symptoms such as loss of reason, non-rational behaviour, and the lack of awareness. There are complications such as forgiving infidelity and humiliation." Caroline has a professional deformation.
She makes every definition sound as a paragraph from a serious medical journal. Bonnie assumes it is what happens when you are a pathophysiologist and research his your second love. Caroline's first love is Tyler, her actual fiancé.
"Amazing sex?" Bonnie scoffs and she giggles against her bottle. Caroline wins the best joke of the night.
The alcohol has loosened up Bonnie's lips. Inhibition drowns under the dry fruity taste of her chardonnay. Generally, she blocks at the mere mention of sex, which makes her conversation with Caroline a challenge. The blonde always talks about love to Bonnie biggest displeasure, however, great love overcomes everything.
"You know multiple orgasm and round of wild sex in the bathroom. Loving and soft sex in the bedroom and all the quickies in between." Caroline wiggles her eyebrows.
"Then I have never had great sex. I thought when it wasn't painful then it was great." She throws casually the statement out, and then she shakes the wine bottle above her stuck tongue.
Caroline is efficient a new bottle is put in Bonnie's hand and the empty one is thrown in the trash can. However, Bonnie's words make her falter in her step back toward the bed.
"Backtrack a bit miss. What do you mean painful? Like burning painful or painfully big genitalia as in please gracefully rearranged my organs zaddy." The confusion is clear in Caroline's voice. Bonnie takes a minute to answer because she has to translate Caroline special vernacular into everyday English.
"None of that. Painful close to tearing type of pain. Let's get over with it I have better things to do types of sex. I felt lucky when I didn't suffer through the entire ordeal." Bonnie continues unaware of the way her best friend is looking at her.
Silence, Caroline's mind is blank and bugging whilst it tries to process Bonnie's statement. Caroline doesn't know what to say. She has several questions but the formulation of any would be inappropriate. She opens and closes her mouth. She tries again but her tongue is dry. She takes a big gulp of wine and she shakes her head.
"I really tried to read about it. I first thought I was sick but all my tests results came back clean. We tried the lubricant and it was relatively better than turned out I was allergic. I had pimples all over my vagina. I have eventually concluded something is wrong with me. I did read an article about starting a sexual life a bit too late." She continues musing and Caroline still has to blink. The unfiltered version of Bonnie's sexual woos has left her stupefied. The blonde doesn't know what to say and she has never lacked words when sex was the subject.
"Freaking two years of being actively sexual and I still haven't had an orgasm. I had to fake it because at some point the friction started hurting me. Something is definitely wrong with me." The last sentence brings Caroline back from her stupor. She grabs the television remote and pauses the movie. She puts her hand on each of Bonnie's shoulder and she looks at her best friend in the eyes.
"It has nothing to do with you. That is not how sex works. There are plenty of parameters but one thing is sure, the first parameter is to have a competent partner and clearly, Jeremy was well. He was everything that encompasses Jeremy." Caroline says sternly. Even if she has put an adjective on what Jeremy is, Bonnie has received the message loud and clear.
"Trash? Lousy? Wack" It must be the alcohol because Bonnie finds humour in her statement. She laughs until she is tearing up. In all the best jokes, there is part of the truth, but now there are simply indisputable facts.
"Jeremy was a lousy boyfriend." She says with a genuine grin and drinks more of the wine until Caroline snatches the bottle to take a sip.
The night continues with a lighter tone. Bonnie drinks until she erases her memory of the night, but in the corner of Caroline's mind something is engraved forever, and she has to find a solution.
He is a bit late but it is part of the character. Caroline is patiently waiting on the terrace of her favourite restaurant for an old friend. It's been a week since that little intervention. From their last call, Bonnie is doing well and the blonde is thankful. Jeremy does seem to be back into the picture. For once, her best friend could actually be serious about her resolution to say away from her ex-boyfriend. Bonnie has kicked out Jeremy and collected her rent money back.
Bonnie is soon moving out and she requires Caroline's help. The said help will come at an odd price. Caroline hasn't forgotten about the details of their drunk night. Bonnie's confession has kept her awake and she is an avid problem solver. The blonde woman forces her solution down people throat. For Bonnie, she has finally found the perfect solution.
She has her eyes fixated on him as he comes out of his sports car. The most eccentric and original man she has met in her life stroll into a crowded street as if he is walking Milan's fashion week. From his choice of profession to his clothes, everything characterizing screams out of the realm of normalcy.
"Your call was unexpected. I'm convinced Tyler and you no longer need my help to spice your sex life." He also lacks decorum.
Why say hello when his first statement can cause discomfort.
However he is speaking to Caroline Forbes, only a few things ruffle her feather. She smiles brightly and ignores his comment. He takes the seat opposite to her and removes his sunglasses. Niklaus has dark circles around his eyes and bloodshot red eyes. Caroline interrupted his beauty sleep with this impromptu rendezvous, which also explains his rudeness.
He is not a morning but she called him at 2 p.m. conveniently, he is also not an afternoon person. Klaus' cycle of sleep is different, it is a logical consequence of a socialite life. Aside from his eyes, the rest of his appearance is impeccable. He is classically dressed in monochrome deep royal blue, so deep that it is almost black. He is the poster child of casual chic with his loose fitting half sleeve Henley and his tailored to perfection jeans.
"Hello to you to Nik. I'm so glad to see you old friend and how is your sister? You know small talk here and there" Caroline ignores him but she makes sure to point his rudeness.
He says nothing and tilts his head in mocking salutations. Klaus looks around him and Tyler is not present. It is enough to set his alarm. Caroline wants something. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arm. She can start the begging and he is willing to consider the offer.
"Have you heard of social life or everything about you is worked related. Sometimes I have a cup of coffee with a friend." Caroline continues defensively.
At the mention of cup of coffee, Klaus raises his eyebrows and keeps a smirk at bay. However, his dimples betray him. His taunting smile slowly digs small holes in his cheeks. Klaus' eyes simply narrow on the Kir Royale sitting on the table half-empty, his point is made. If she is drinking then she intends to ask him something.
"Rebekah is doing well. She must have sent you the invitation for her extravagant Venetian wedding." He offers for the sake of conversation. He prefers when people can go straight to the point but to each their own. He grabs the menu and goes through it as he speaks.
Rebekah is the reason why Caroline knows Klaus. She went to boarding school with her. She knew him intimately before she knew him professionally. In Both settings, he is the exact same man.
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"Poor Stefan." She sympathizes for her friend fiancé, who is also another good friend.
Stefan, Rebekah, Caroline, Tyler and Klaus are all friend or at least acquaintance, each possible binomial have their special dynamic. The quintet spent their youth and teenage day in the same social circle. Endless fancy gala and charity. Some youth indiscretion and now Caroline is practically married to Tyler, Rebekah is soon to be married to Stefan, and Klaus is still the graceful being who sometimes graces mortal of his presence.
"Indeed, poor Stefan is happy to oblige. How is my favourite client?" Klaus continues to sound tired as he makes small talks. His eyes barely move from the menu, which he has reading for five minutes. Picky is one of Klaus' cardinal trait. He raises his hand to call the waiter on their table.
"Tyler is doing just fine and says hi." She answers a bit hurt to know that she isn't his favourite client.
That is the other side of Caroline and Klaus relationship. It is also the reason why she sought him out to help Bonnie. Niklaus Mikealson is an original man. His choice of carrier is interesting, when puts side to side with his family pedigree, it just sounds extravagant and rebellious. The young man grew around old money, and he still lives the lavish life with the help of family allowance.
However, in a family where everyone has a prestigious and pompous job, Niklaus is a bit of the black sheep. The lack of professional success is not the reason why he is the black sheep. In his professional life, he is truly successful. His banker sends him holidays cards. Nik is the odd one due to his eccentric Choice of a profession.
As for now, he is a gigolo, he prefers the term of a paid lover. However, when Tyler and Caroline sought his help, he was still practising as a licensed psychiatrist specialized in sex counselling. Klaus holds a pompous PhD in psychiatry with a specialization in sexual deviation and eroticism. Why the sudden shift in his professional life? Boredom, he grew bored with his routine. He needed to experience a new part of his persona and what better to do it than a sexual discovery. The cherry on top, he is being expensively paid for it.
"Bourbon and dark chocolate cupcakes." He says and the young woman laughs at the irony. Nothing can describe Niklaus better than what he chose on the menu.
"Whatever friend of yours you're trying to squeeze in this time the answer is still no" He finally focuses Caroline as he speaks.
His statement doesn't faze the blonde woman and she starts the process of begging. She expected this answer because Niklaus is meticulous with his client list. He can never repeat it enough he sells an experience not sex, and not everyone deserves to live it.
"Do I look that desperate?" Bonnie's voice is high pitched and she looks at her best friend unable to process the situation.
"You're being dramatic. Please straighten up and maybe you should let your hair down." Caroline is not impressed by Bonnie's antics. She tries to undo her friend's ponytail because the hairstyle does not match the boldness of Bonnie's magenta dress. Bonnie slaps the small hands away with annoyance but still, she does what Caroline intended to do.
Her dark straight locks fall on her shoulder and beautifully frame her face. Caroline grins widely and she starts tugging on Bonnie's dress. She wants her friend to look perfect. She doesn't want past experiences to repeat themselves. After pleading with Klaus for days, she can't have the man deciding at the last second to send the girl home.
"How I'm being dramatic. You hired a prostitute for me. As if it wasn't enough, you decided to inform me at the last minute, which was ten minutes ago." Bonnie groans and she does her best not to shout.
There are inside an elevator and at any minutes, someone can enter. She is keeping herself from murdering her best friend because of potential witnesses. However, in the past ten minutes, her eyes have done just that. Bonnie can't believe Caroline audacity and she has made sure the young woman knows it. She is angry and embarrassed.
Her entire presence in this fancy apartment compound is the result of a well-orchestrated fraud. Caroline told her they were going to celebrate her engagement with Tyler. She should have known better and she is to blame for her stupidity. They had the engagement party a month ago. She cusses at her and passes her frustrated hands in her hair. Caroline slaps the hand away and she tries to fix what Bonnie messed up.
"You're being dramatic. Tomorrow you will be thankful I took this courageous initiative." Caroline says confidently and she drags the sleeves of Bonnie's dress away from her shoulder. Bonnie doesn't rather cry or laugh about how her best friend is being over the top about this situation. Has she become so pitiable than she needs to pay a man for sex?
"I worked hard to get you this night and you will remove this ungrateful pout. Niklaus doesn't need you to give him a reason to cancel your appointment, so please stop. Please don't call him a male prostitute. He will never forgive me. I still pay the consequence for believing he would give a chance to Elena. He still uses it as a reference to point out my lack of taste in friends." Caroline says with a straight face as she grabs Bonnie's hand and drags her out of the elevator. The petite woman is tempted to grab the door and hold on them for dire life.
"Why is someone you're paying to…" she can't bring herself to say the word so she decides to rephrase it, but she can find the adequate words so she gives up.
"Anyway, why does he care about my attire? It doesn't matter if he wants to cancel because I want the same thing. I'm not desperate and I don't need the service of a prostitute." Bonnie says growing more frustrated with Caroline. Her feminine pride is hurt.
"Cancelling, are you insane? Do you know how much it cost to see Niklaus?" Caroline's eyes comically widen and she leans to whisper Klaus' price for a night into Bonnie's ear.
Bonnie instantly slaps her friend's forearm slightly. She doesn't know if Caroline is insane or past insanity. People live in furnished houses, which cost annually less than the price of a night with that male prostitute. Everything about tonight infuriates her. Even the most desperate woman wouldn't pay such price for a man. She is young and beautiful most of the time. Yes, she has had a rough time with men recently, but she isn't desperate.
"Does he refunds?" Bonnie asks dumbly. She looks at Caroline and she hopes the answer is yes.
"You're not cancelling on him. Do you know the amount of begging I did so he could agree to meet you? I was this close to offering an organ in exchange and still, he reserves himself the right to say no once he meets you." Caroline places her forefinger and her thumb in front of Bonnie's face. The space between both digits is tiny.
Yes, definitely a desperate case.
"You can have sex with him if you want because I'm not going to do that," Bonnie says when she no longer knows how to discuss this matter. All rebuttals have failed and Caroline is dragging her through a long corridor.
"I wish but well he isn't interested. This is how much he is serious about his client. Only selected few each year, freaking five women at most make it. Now shush." Caroline presses her finger on the doorbell and she waits patiently. Bonnie is simply rolling her eyes. She can't believe the embarrassing situation Caroline continues to cause.
When the door opens, Bonnie is ready to be over with this mess. She will tell him she doesn't need his service and run out of this building.
Bonnie has yet to look at Klaus. The man is nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe. Where Bonnie is formally dressed, Klaus is very casual. He has just finished washing his hair, little water droplets are drenching his slight loose fitting long sleeve black cotton shirt. The material is now clinging to his broad shoulder. He places a hand in the pocket of his designer black jeans, which fit as if God himself sow them on his body. His eyes first land on Caroline and he is ready to be disappointed by the girl she wants him to meet.
Bonnie is too embarrassed to glance at Klaus. However, she is picturing what he may look like, a badly conceived cliché of the perfect male. She portrays him as a saturated mixture of every fantasy that is marketed toward young women avid of romance. He must be tall, perhaps bulky with a Mediterranean tan. Deep dark hair, dull light colour eyes, and a face characterized by chiselled and strong male features.
She is still lost in her thought when the two people around her start a conversation. Caroline and Niklaus quickly exchange. The blonde is eager to push the situation forward. Therefore, she forces Bonnie to engage Niklaus.
" Nik, this is Bonnie and Bonnie this is Nik." Caroline finally attempts to gain her friend's attention. She can't believe Bonnie is shyly staring at the floor. She is forcing her to join the conversation.
Bonnie is reluctant and for a second her eyes focus on a droplet of water hitting the floor. She wonders where they are coming from. She follows their fall backwards and her eyes stop on tousled half-wet blond curls. Bonnie observes a bit fascinated as a completely pale hand passes through to them. The masculine fingers comb meticulously through and the beautiful mess of blond hair appears alive when they tangle around his fingers.
Has it been more than few seconds? Is she already required to answer or does she still have few seconds until Caroline calls her name again? There is that fraction of seconds where her body tense, a simple warning. The cold air settles on her warm skin. There is no need to look, it based on instinct. Goosebumps arise on Bonnie's skin. She can't look past his hair, if she does then she has to accept fatality. Her body is warning her, and she is wise to postpone the moment.
However, curious green orbs catch a tiny droplet and she follows its fall. The water droplet rolls from his forehead to the bridge of his nose. Bonnie's eyes never make it that far and bright blue has trapped her. She takes a slight step back and searches for supports. His eyes are beautiful, bright blue irises protectively framed by a forest of blond eyelashes. The eyes gracefully drop down and she knows now that he is looking at her and she still has to see his face completely. Flight or fight? Her body is still sending a warning signal.
"Hi, Bonnie Bennett." She opts for distraction and her eyes jump from his eyes to the hand she extended. She chooses flight. She doesn't have to look. She just has to say sorry but I'm not that desperate.
"Pleasure to meet you, love." His voice envelopes every word like velvet. The suave undertone highlighting the secret message intended only for her ears pleasure and love. Perhaps it is what she wants to hear. Klaus surely promises pleasure but love may be a figment of her imagination.
He grabs the hand she extended. His large palm instantaneously swallows her small hand. It brings comfort and warmth at a time when she needs it. There is no real pressure in his grip, it barely a grip and more of a caress. His thumb magically finds its way toward her radial pulse where her skin is frail and sensitive. He literally has his hand on the beat of her heart. He makes soothing circular motions another secret message.
Her skin tingles at the contact but it feels like support. He is silently telling her to look up and she obeys without resistance. Her eyes raise and settle on his face. She has to fight not to gasp. She can't be this obvious. She looks up and he is the embodiment of her fantasy. The face of masculinity, which is in accord with her demanding imagination. Clearly, her assumptions about him were all wrong.
Where she expected sharp features, she finds boyish facial traits, which have adapted to adulthood. His skin is porcelain white and could have been perfect without the lonesome freckles easily spotted. Yet there bring character and hold her look. Her finger itches to caress the one around his neck. Klaus' features are awkwardly arranged, a nose too aristocratic to be above a plump mouth, which surely preaches about debauchery. His eyes are too blue against his too pale skin. It is weird, imperfect, and simply beautiful. She only had one thing right he is tall.
"Caroline." Klaus acknowledges the blond woman but his eyes are staring at the petite woman in front of him.
She slightly hides behind Caroline, but he can see enough of her. Her hand is still in his. Like him, she is observing him and appraising his worth. He mentally corrects himself, she is not appraising him. He can't quite put it in perspective, but he is witnessing her loosely put falling for him.
The slightly dilates eyes, and the fluttering eyelashes. She tries to shake herself out of a trance. He smiles softly. If he hadn't met his fair woman, her beauty would have put him in a state similar to the one, which she has fallen to. However, he is still taken by her beauty. It is soft and majestic. Classic line perfect for the accidental wrong stroke, her crooked mouth. The soft pressure of her finger on the back of his hand. She is tactile he quietly takes note. Bonnie hesitantly bites her lower lip, and the soft sighs that she emits are inaudible to the people around her. Klaus only notices because he has been eyeing her lips with interest. Every time she sighs, she stops biting her lower lip for a fraction of seconds.
Eventually, her green eyes meet his blue ones again. It is evident with the mischief in his eyes that he is onto her little secret. The red rushes to her cheeks. With a soft smile, he informs her that there is no need to be ashamed. The interest is reciprocated. He leans against the door and leaves enough space to allow a person between him and the frame of the door.
"Please come in." His voice has lowered.
Still extremely smooth and sensual, Tit is almost a caress to her senses. He speaks to her vivid imagination. He has started a dance, and she frees to join him.
He disregards Caroline's presence completely, the invitation applies only to the petite woman. Klaus presses on her pulse point on the radial side, it stops her blood flow. He is literally and figuratively controlling the beats of her heart. She raises her eyes to look at him, and he waits for her answer. There is no hesitation. Bonnie walks into the room without letting go of his hand, so he is required to follow her. Without a word of adieu, Klaus closes the door on Caroline
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