I got in my car, cursing Katherine in all the ways I could think of. Why would she do this to me? I gave her everything she ever asked for. Because I loved her, but she never loved me.
When we decided to get a divorce. I had given her all the money she asked for, so she would leave. I couldn't stand being around her anymore. Just looking at her made so mad, mad at myself because after all she did, a part of me still loved her, and that made it even worst.
I was nervous of getting to my office, because I wasn't sure if I could handle it. Last time I saw her I was barely able to hold myself together.
I left my car, and walked towards the huge building. I finally reached my office and sure enough there was Katherine. As I got closer I noticed a huge bruise on Katherine's face. In fact there were bruises all over her body.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"What's going on? How could you do this to me Damon!" Katherine screamed.
"Do what to you?"
"Don't act like you don't know! You hit me! Like you have been doing for the past 2 years!" I couldn't believe her. I would never lay a finger on her not even now, had she really hurt herself like this for money?
"Have you really fallen this low Katherine? What do you want from me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Katherine I gave you everything you ever wanted. So why did you do it? That's all I want to know. I'll give you whatever you want, just tell me. Why?" She walked towards me. And just when I thought it couldn't hurt anymore. She twisted the knife.
"Why? Because I needed money and because it's fun. Plus you're hot" She said coldly.
"So all this time, I was just your play toy. Your bank account?"
"Yes, but don't say it like that. It makes me sound like a bitch!"
"I'm done with you. Here!" I took out my wallet and handed over all the money that was in there. I just wanted her to leave. "Now go!"
"As you wish" she turned towards the door and walked out like nothing happened. I kicked a few chairs around but that didn't help. The pain still remained right were it was. I saw Andie start to pick everything up.
"No, Andie is fine. I'll clean it up" I said. She was the only person who knew about the whole Katherine thing. At least the only one who knew the whole story. She was the only one I trusted, the closest I had to a friend. Which was sad.
Sometimes I thought that I was destined to be alone. My mom had abandoned me when I was a baby, I knew nothing about my dad except that his last name was Salvatore. I grew up in Foster care, and during the whole time I made 1 friend, Enzo. But Enzo was sick, and after a few years he died leaving me alone again. Then when I went to college I met Ric, he came from an important family. His dad owned many companies, he gave me my first job, and he is the reason I have everything I have today. He was a good person he had helped many people and one day one of his employees shot him in the head. Then I met Katherine and I thought the loneliness had ended, that we would be together for the rest of our lives. I was very wrong.
"Um, a girl called earlier today" Andie said snapping me out of my own thoughts. "Elena. Elena Gilbert" I had no idea who that was.
"What did she want?" I asked.
"She said you forgot your phone at a bar, she called from your phone."
I remembered the brunette, I had thrown my phone, must have forgotten.
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"I told her to drop it off tomorrow"
"Ok, thanks"
The next day, I was in my office having a meeting when there was knock at my door. I opened it and there she stood. Elena Gilbert.
"Hi, um sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to give this back to you" She said handing me my phone back.
"It's fine. And thank you" She headed towards the door and then suddenly stopped. She spun around and shyly walked back.
"I'm sorry what was your name?"
"Oh, I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore"
"Wait. Salvatore?"
"Yeah"
"Do you happen to have a brother?"
"None that I know of. Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing, just that you look a lot like someone I know. And you have the same last name"
"Who?" I asked curiously.
"Umm, my ex-boyfriend. Stefan Salvatore"