A/N: I'm thinking of changing the rating to M for later chapters. Let me know what you think ;)


Chapter 2: Drunken Mistake

"Look Mr. Mikaelson, we really need this contract with the Salvatores. Too many resources have been put in for it to go to waste. The competition for this contract is intense, but our only biggest threat is Queens Enterprise. The board of directors have been pissed off lately due to your scandal last month. This contract would keep them off your back, sir," informed Mike, Klaus's personal assistant.

"Ok, book me the earliest flight to Vegas."

"I'm sorry, a flight?" asked Mike perplexed.

"The annual benefit organized by the Salvatores happens to be tonight. This would be a great way to persuade them. Oh and don't forget to book the accommodation," Klaus distractedly and dismissed Mike.

After looking through all the important documents and signing them, Klaus left 'Mikaelson Global'. He drove his red Ferrari to his studio apartment and started packing necessities for the abrupt trip.

Thirty minutes later, his blackberry vibrated signaling a call from Mike.

"Boss, I've booked you on the 2 o'clock flight. I've also reserved a pent house suite at The Palazzo for five days, in case you plan on staying. Oh, I've also called your driver to pick you up from your apartment now. Ben said he'd be there in about ten minutes. Anything else, boss?"

"That's fine, remember to reschedule my meetings for tomorrow and only forward important calls to my phone," Klaus replied dismissively.

"Ok, have a nice trip boss," Mike stuttered.

Mike had started working as Klaus's personal assistant around a year ago. You would think that Mike would have gotten used to his employer's tactics, but he was still afraid of him. Klaus was ruthless and demanding. On top of that, he was also a perfectionist. Mike had been one of the few that could manage his intimidating demeanor and he was thankful that Klaus's treatment towards him had considerably improved compared to a year go.


Twenty minutes later, Klaus was boarding his flight with style. The stewardess gave him a flirtatious smile while directing him to his seat, which he returned with a smirk. Klaus always opted to board first class to utilize the comfort and the silence. There were only a handful of people who boarded first class, therefore Klaus was surprised when the first class cabin were nearly completely occupied.

He made his way swiftly to aisle B and found a blonde beauty occupying his seat.

"Excuse me, Miss," said Klaus while pointing to his seat.

"I'm sorry, I thought the seat was not taken," a melodious voice replied.

He was amazed at her angelic voice. It was sweet and velvety, the type of voice where you could drown yourself into. Her features were what stunned him. She was absolutely stunning. She had flowing golden locks, mirroring the sun rays, sparkling like a running stream and she had these deep blue green eyes like sapphires, shimmering, shining, glistening with life. She was truly something out of the world that knocked his breath, which enticed him.


Klaus Mikaelson was your typical billionaire playboy. He treated women as his plaything as there was never a woman who could maintain his attention span. The longest relationship if you could call it that was with Tatia Petrova and it wasn't even exclusive.

Tatia was the first woman he ever fell head over heels in love with. He dated her for several months before he caught her in bed with another guy. He was heartbroken and devastated and swore to himself to never allow himself to be played for a lovesick fool once more.

However, Tatia soon came crawling back to him after she discovered about his success. He rejected her advances in the beginning, but being the manipulative and cunning bitch she was, they were shortly back together as a couple again. He never loved her again though.

He kept an on off relationship with her for the past four year. Both believed in a monogamous relationship, therefore their relationship was not exclusive. They developed sort of friends with benefits status where they were never romantically involved and were both free to date and fool around at any point in time. Klaus was pleased with this arrangement and he never felt guilty about it till he met her- Caroline Salvatore.


The benefit was already in full swing when he arrived. The instant he entered, ladies were already fawning over him, not that he minded the attention. Klaus was used to having women at his disposal especially with his status. He was drinking a glass of scotch while flirting with an heiress when he spotted the person he was here to see- Damon Salvatore. He excused himself to pursue his target.

"Damon and Stefan Salvatore" Klaus grinned.

"Klaus Mikaelson. It's been too long mate," Damon replied curtly.

"And who might this stunning lady be?" Klaus asked smirking. The smirk disappeared instantly when she turned around. The angel from the plane was staring back at him. He found her attractive then, but words cannot describe how she looked now. She knocked his breath away with that dress that showed her perfect body and emphasized on her voluptuous curves. Her hair was down in loose curls that flawlessly framed her angelic face and the smoky makeup drew out her alluring eyes. If looks could kill, he would be dead by now.

He knew Damon and Stefan had a younger sister, but he would never have guessed it to be Caroline. Despite the blue eyes she shared with Damon and the blonde hair with Stefan, he couldn't really see a resemblance.

"Damon, I didn't know dear Caroline Salvatore here was your sister," Klaus stated playfully.

"What are you doing here? Are you stalking me! You freak!" yelled Caroline.

"You know this guy?" Damon asked with a hint of anger laced in his tone.

"Well, sort of. He was sitting next to me in the plane," she replied and turned her attention back to Klaus.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was invited here, sweetheart." Caroline looked up at him confused after hearing his reply and raised an eyebrow at her brothers.

Stefan was about to explain when both Bill and Liz Salvatore came and joined them. "Children, I see you met Mr. Mikaelson. It's nice of you to join us Mr. Mikaelson," Liz stated with a smile.

"The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Salvatore and please call me Klaus."

"I hope my children are making you feel welcome," Liz asked while eyeing her children.

"Yes, especially Caroline here," he smirked with amusement, noticing Caroline's uncomfortable stance.

"Caroline, Mr. Mikaelson here is the CEO of his own enterprise 'Mikaelson Global'. He is also a very thriving Wall Street highflier. He is very successful considering his age. I trust you to be nice and assist Mr. Mikaelson here if he needs assistance?" Bill told Caroline with an authoritative tone.

"Of course," Caroline replied meekly and watched her parents leave to interact with the other guests.

"What are you doing here Mikaelson," asked Damon with a sneer.

"I came here to talk about the contract," Klaus replied with ease.

"Ok, let's arrange a meeting tomorrow and we'll discuss then. Tonight is our family's traditional annual benefit, nothing work related tonight," Damon responded gruffly.

Caroline was turning to leave when he grabbed her wrist. "Sweetheart, how bout a dance?" he pointed to the dance floor.

"No thanks," she replied immediately while trying to loosen his hold.

"Oh come on, you did promise your dad to assist me, and I'm in need of some assistance," he chuckled offering his hand.

"Fine, but just one dance," she was about to take his hand when Damon blocked her.

"What are you trying to do with my baby sister Mikaelson?" Damon asked protectively.

Stefan stepped in sensing the tension. "Klaus, I hope your intentions are pure, or else leave Caroline alone. Let's go Damon. Don't make a scene."

"Well, that was awkward," Caroline spoke softly trying to relieve the awkwardness.

"Are your brothers always like that?" Klaus asked amused.

"Let's just get this one dance over and done with."

Klaus led Caroline to the dance floor and they danced to Chopin's music. He held her careful as if she was a delicate porcelain doll, beautiful yet fragile. He placed both his hands on her waist gently, afraid of her reaction. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, when she didn't flinched from his touch.

Klaus was on cloud nine having her so close to him. He could smell her distinct scent, a combination of white musk, hypnotic vanilla and blonde woods. She smelled enchanting, sweet yet fruity. He found himself desperately wanting to enclose their gap, but compelled himself to stop, to avoid invading her personal space.

He made small talk with her while swaying to the music. She was a breath of fresh air compared to the girls he used to associate with. She was down to earth and friendly. He found out that she graduated from Yale majoring in psychology and theatre arts. He also learned that she just finished wrapping up a movie Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice' and she resides mostly in Los Angeles.

Caroline could not deny that Klaus wasn't charming. She was actually having fun dancing with him. He was constantly making her laugh, though she couldn't stand the flirty comments he kept throwing at her. She learned that he was originally from London, England but moved to Los Angeles after graduating from Cambridge with a degree in business and finance. She was impressed when he told her he build his enterprise single handedly.

Before they knew it, they had danced for nearly an hour. Caroline thanked him for the dance and was about to leave when he stopped her. "Caroline love, how bout a drink?" Klaus asked sincerely. He was content to be in Caroline's presence, and was not ready to leave her yet.

Caroline hesitated for a bit but agreed after seeing his sincere expression. They made their way to the bar in comfortable silence. Klaus got them a seat at the corner of the bar and helped her with her seat.

"Thanks," Caroline replied coyly.

"What can I get for you today, Caroline?" The bartender asked Caroline ignoring Klaus.

"Matthew Donavan, I'm surprised to see you still working here. It's been three years since I last came here," she replied cheerily.

"You look great as always, anyways what can I get you today?" Matt asked while serving a martini to a customer.

"Scotch, make it a double for me" Klaus replied while waiting for Caroline to order.

"I'll get a tequila thanks," Caroline replied.

"Coming right up," Matt yelled while heading to the other side of the bar.

"So you are a tequila kind of girl. Can't say I saw it coming," Klaus chuckled.

"What can I say, I'm a girl who loves her tequila," Caroline winked cheekily.

Their drinks were served in five minutes and Klaus took out his credit card to pay the bill.

"What are you doing?" Caroline asked warily.

"Sweetheart, this one is on me. Please."

"On two conditions. One, please stop with flirtatious remarks and the endearments. Two, I'll buy you a drink next time," Caroline stated firmly.

"So there will be a next time?" Klaus asked amusingly which brought out a giggle from her. He took in her beauty again while she giggled. Her giggle was music to his ears and he was happy that he was the cause of it.

He noticed she shivered involuntarily. As chivalrously as a paladin, he slipped off his tuxedo jacket and reached around her to drape it over her shoulders. The garment fairly swallowed her, but it was redolent with both his scent and his warmth, and she was helpless not to pull it more closely around herself.

"Thank you," she smiled genuinely. "But now you'll get cold," she told him.

"I haven't been cold since the moment I laid my eyes on you," he replied flirtatiously.

"Klaus remember no more flirty comments," she gave him a half- hearted glare. "Thanks, I appreciate this," she smiled pointing towards his tuxedo jacket.

They finished their drink with occasionally some small talk and headed back into the ballroom. The night was still young to get drunk.


"Caroline." A familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. She knew that voice anywhere. What was he doing here, she thought angrily.

Klaus stopped walking the minute he heard a male voice calling her. He could sense that she knew the owner of the voice as she was shaking with anger.

"Caroline" the man shouted and ran towards her and grabbed her arm roughly before she could escape.

She cautiously turned around, praying that it wasn't him. There standing before her was Tyler Lockwood, her high school sweetheart and her first love. He was also the douche bag that broke her heart. She wasted three years of her life loving him until she found out that he was only dating her for a business agreement. He broke her emotionally wise and it truly traumatized her.

Back when she was a little girl, she believed in fairy tales along with her prince charming. She thought Tyler was the one, her soul mate and her price charming. She even dreamt of marrying him one day, how foolish she was then. After the Tyler incident, her perception of love changed drastically. She was afraid to put her heart out so easily again and never allowed herself to fall helplessly in love with a guy. She hated being vulnerable and she was afraid if she were to ever fall in love, she would end up getting hurt again. She was certain she would not be able to handle the emotional pain once more.

"Tyler, what are you doing here?" Caroline replied meekly. He was the last person she would have expected to be present tonight.

"I've been attending this benefit for the past couple of years, first time seeing you here though. How have you been? You look great by the way," he said looking her body up and down unashamedly.

Caroline felt nauseated; she never in a million years would have thought she would see him again. He even had the audacity to check her out. The nerve of the bastard. She felt weak at the knees; thankfully Klaus was there to catch her.

"Caroline, are you alright?" Klaus asked concerned. He grab her waist firmly, afraid she might fall the second he loosen his hold.

"I'm fine Klaus," she stammered while gripping his arm to steady herself.

"And who might this be?" Tyler asked arching his eyebrow at Klaus.

"Klaus Mikaelson, Tyler Lockwood," she introduced lightly.

Tyler offered his hand. "Tyler Lockwood, from Lockwood Intel"

Klaus returned the gesture politely. "Klaus Mikaelson, Mikaelson Global"

Caroline was desperate to leave his presence, but Tyler couldn't get the hint.

"So, are you guys together?" Tyler asked curiously.

Klaus was about to deny it when Caroline answered, "Yes, we are."

He looked at her puppy dog eyes silently begging him to play along and he obliged.

"Sweetheart, let's get you a drink. You look a bit pale. Nice meeting you Tyler," he responded hastily and encircled his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him, holding her tight to ensure that she didn't fall.


He led her towards the foyer before stopping. He looked over at her worriedly, with a concerned expression evident on his face.

Caroline broke the silence. "Let's get a drink"

"Are you sure you want a drink now?" he asked anxiously.

"Please, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep myself together without it," she replied sadly, her eyes glistening with tears.

Klaus didn't question her further and brought her back into the bar. He noticed that Matt wasn't the bartender anymore and another guy had taken his spot. He ordered her tequila and bourbon for himself.

"Keep the tequila coming," she yelled towards the bartender.

"Sweetheart, you might want to slow down on that," he spoke worriedly after seeing her gulp the contents in one go.

"I'm fine"

"Do you want to talk about it? I'm all ears if you do."

"I'm not drunk enough for this conversation yet" she replied flatly.

After five shots of tequila, Caroline started speaking. She told him her hopes, her dreams and what she wanted in live. She told him everything about Tyler from how they met, the dates, and the fights till the break up. She even explained to him the reason they broke up and how he was just a piece of chess in his game. She told him how she didn't believe in love anymore due to Tyler and how she was foolishly willing to marry him. With each shot, she became more honest with him. She knew she was drunk after her speech was incoherent but she didn't care. She continued downing shot after shot, opening up about her past and crying her heart out to Klaus.

Klaus was equally drunk. He had consumed four glasses of bourbon while listening attentively to Caroline and five glasses of scotch after. He had to give her credit; the woman could handle her alcohol. Somewhere along the way, he started opening up about his past romance as well. He told her about Tatia and how he was played for a fool. They were quite the pair, drowning their sorrows with alcohol.

"W-whyyy can't I just have someone who loves me for meeee?" slurred Caroline drunkenly slapping Klaus arm playfully.

"I…l…don't know. I….l..love you," Klaus blurted laughing.

"I…l..love…you..tooo…," she giggled. "God, we are so damn drunk!"

"Let's get out of here," Klaus tried got off his seat and having trouble standing up.

"Where to?" Caroline asked while stabilizing herself.

"Let's get married," he said after taking a sip of scotch.

She giggled and nodded. "I'm getting married, a dream come trueeeeee, YAYYYY"

He remembered vaguely buying a pair of rings at the jewelry shop in the hotel before heading to Elvis Wedding Chapel. Everything was a blur after that.


There you have it! Hopefully it wasn't too boring.

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