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~*Where the Devil Don't Go*~
I'm not sure whether the sun or the stirring in my bed next to me is responsible for waking me up. I'd say it was the sun, but as I feel another motion beside me, I realize that it was that. As I roll over onto my right side, I'm met with jet black hair facing me. I begin to wonder who the hair belongs to, but as the events of last night come flooding into my mind, I'm hit in the face with shock.
Oh, my god.
I just had sex with my client.
Scratch that.
I just had sex with my friend.
Holy shit.
As I begin to scan my mind for reasoning, Damon stirs on his side, now facing me. I freeze to the extent of a statue when I think he can see me watching him, but when I catch the sight of his long lashes brushed over his cheeks, I let out a sigh of relief.
As he stirs in his sleep once more, I carefully slide against the mattress in attempt to get up without waking him. I don't need him to wake up and see me pulling an escape on him. Once I'm on my feet, my robe wrapped around my body, I examine him once more to make sure that he's still sleeping. Once I hear a soft snore, I tip-toe across the hard-wood floor toward the door, and once I shut it behind me, I make my way to the kitchen.
As my stomach screams at me, I pull out the ingredients to make a batch of waffles. Once I mix the contents, I pour them into the frier and close the lid.
"Hey,"
As Damon's voice registers, I jump out of my skin as I whip around to face him.
He's in the denim jeans that he wore over here last night, wearing no top, and he has bed-head, which I must admit looks pretty sexy. I wouldn't be a girl if I didn't find his appearance attractive.
"Hi," I smile lightly. As I scatter my mind for anything to say at all that doesn't refer, acknowledge, mention or suggest our night. I don't want him to get the wrong idea.
"You hungry?" I ask, gesturing to the waffle maker behind me. Damon nods as he sits down at the island. Once the cooker beeps, I pop the waffle out and paste it onto an empty plate. I walk over to the island and set it in front of Damon, who mutters a thank you, and rush back to pour the rest of the batter to make another waffle. Once it's in, I turn to Damon.
"Do you want some milk or OJ?" I ask as I open the fridge to grab the syrup.
"I'll have some OJ," he says with a smile, and I fetch the milk carton for me and the OJ bottle for him. As I grab a glass out of the cupboard, Damon speaks.
"Damn, you know how to cook," he moans, and I glance over my shoulder to see him taking a bite of his waffle. The noise causes me to blush, seeing as I heard the same noise repeatedly last night. However, the feeling is over as soon as it came.
"Thanks," I say as I pop my waffle out of the cooker and make my way over to the seat beside him. As I take a bite, I moan in response. God, he's right. I do make a pretty good waffle. I smile at the thought. Why didn't I consider culinary school?
We eat in silence for the rest of our meal, and when I finish, I offer to take Damon's plate over to the sink, accidentally setting them harshly into the sink, resulting in a loud crash.
"So," I say, finally gaining the courage to look up at Damon. "About last night-"
"It was a total mistake," he nods, and I sigh in relief. I couldn't agree more.
"Exactly," I say. "It shouldn't have happened. I mean, we practically work together. And we're friends. I don't want to ruin that. Where we thought that having sex together wouldn't jeopardize our friendship, I don't know." I scoff. We must've been pretty fucking drunk to have found some rationality in the idea.
"Well, we were pretty hammered," He points out, and I nod in agreement.
"And desperate for sex," I add, sighing. As I try to think of any other reasoning, my mind comes up short.
"Let's just forget that it happened," I suggest. "It's not going to happen again, anyway. Deal?"
"Deal," Damon nods firmly, and I let a sigh of relief. As I'm about to ask Damon something, he clears his throat.
"I should go," he says. Elijah needs me in by 10:00. He wants to talk to me." I nod, shooting a glance at the oven clock, which reads 9:35. When I turn back to Damon, he slides off of the stool and walks back to my room. When he comes back out, he's fully dressed.
"I'll see you later," I say, not sure if I should hug him. It's too emotionally attached in this case. I opt instead for the alternative as I offer him my hand. He takes it firmly, and I ignore with every will the strike of electricity that shoots through my hand.
"Bye," he nods once he takes his hand away. I watch him leave, and when I'm alone, I go to get dressed.
"So, how was your Friday night?"
As I sit in the break room opposite Caroline, I attempt to pull something out of the hat to answer her question. I'm not telling her of all people that I had sex with my client. She might as well be called Cathy. She's got the mouth of a gossipy high schooler.
"It was alright," I decide. "I just stayed in and watched TV,"
"God, you need a boyfriend." She scoffs.
"Been there, and I'm not going back," I sigh, now getting annoyed by the fact that she suggest I indulge in yet another romance. It took me a hell of a lot of convincing to indulge in the last one, and after that tragic end, I felt like my hope of love was completely deflated more than before.
"Your choice," Caroline mutters, and I'm about to snap at her, but decide against it. That's just an argument that doesn't need to happen.
"I'm gonna go," I sigh as I get out of my seat. "I should be-" working on Damon's book-"working," It's true, I realize, as I've spent fifteen extra minutes talking to Caroline than I'm even offered for lunch. I hope that I don't run into Klaus; he'd roast me. I got lucky with Elijah last time.
"Alright," Caroline huffs, and I push my chair in and wave a goodbye to her. I make my way to the elevators. Once one appears, I climb aboard it and as the doors close, a hand pops through the opening, forcing the doors to reboot their closing, and by doing so, they reveal Kol Mikaelson, Elijah and Klaus' little brother. He's wheeling a cart of files, and I hold the door open for him as he enters
"Elena," he says with a smile. I move aside to allow him more room.
"Hi, Kol," I nod in acknowledgement. "What floor?"
"Five," he says, and I don't press a button as he and I are heading for the same floor.
"Elijah and Klaus working you hard?"
As I turn to him, Kol regards me with curiosity.
"Yeah," I laugh. "But it's fine. I love this job."
"Well, I know they really like you. You're an asset to this place," he compliments, and I smile in flattery.
"Thanks," I say.
"And," he says. "I like you."
What?
"Kol-"
"No, just listen," he shakes his head desperately. "Elena, I really do."
Thank god the doors open, otherwise I'd slap him. And slapping the boss' brother is about as bad as slapping the boss himself.
"Kol, I can't talk now," I sigh, trying to let him down easily. He's not helping me out, though. But if I say something hurtful, it's because he pushed me to.
"Come on," he says as he sets his cart aside. I walk into the fax room, reminded that I need to collect a list of this year's clients so far for Elijah to keep in his files. As I feel Kol's hands land on my waist as he rubs them against the fabric of my pencil skirt, I whip around, and I would've hit him, but he's pinned my hands to my sides. His head dips into my neck, and I can't believe he's acting so inappropriate.
"You know you want it," he breathes against my skin, and I squirm in attempt to escape his grasp.
"Damn it, Kol," I hiss. "Let me go,"
"Elena, just admit it. You want it."
"Hey!"
As the voice of the man I've been trying to push down into my mind ever since this morning registers, I freeze, turning to see Damon standing in the doorway, looking pissed as ever. His blue eyes are warm with anger, and I hear Kol scoff. He's never been a fan of Damon, ever since he caught his ex-girlfriend flirting with Damon the first week he was here.
"Say, Damon," he says. "How's about you go and leave Miss Gilbert and I to attend to some very urgent matters?"
Damon shakes his head so stiffly that I feel the coldness radiating from him. "Not a chance. Let her go."
"Kol, please-" I whimper, frustrated that I sound like some damsel in distress, because of all things I am, I'm not Sleeping Beauty. I'm fucking Mulan, damnit.
"This is my last warning," Damon breathes darkly, and when I feel Kol's hands release me, I rub my arms in an attempt to regain feeling in them from Kol's tight grip. As he moves over to stand in front of Damon, I move to stand over toward Damon. Kol's to distracted in proving his superiority to notice.
"Need I remind you that my family owns this company?" Kol hisses. "I could have your job like that," he snaps his fingers in attempt to emphasize his point. God, he's such an ass!
Damon lets out a cold laugh as he steps closer to Kol until they're nose to nose. "Might I remind you that you're the youngest brother in your family. You have no authority here, not until your brothers give you stock, if they even decide to do so. You have no authority over me."
"Why, you ungrateful son of a-"
"Kol!"
As I turn to the doorway, Elijah is standing behind Damon, looking absolutely bewildered. As he glanced between Damon, Kol and myself, his lips purse in a way that looks like he's trying his damnedest not to blow in front of his two employees. I personally don't mind. To see Elijah scolding Kol would be a field day for me at the moment.
"Brother," Kol says behind clenched teeth as he turns to face Elijah. "How can I help you?"
"Well, for starters, you can help me by not harassing employees," Elijah says with anger. "Honestly, between yourself and Niklaus, we'll no longer have any employees by the end of the month!"
Damn, even I flinch at Elijah's tone. I've never witnessed Elijah upset before. He's usually so calm and reserved. This is an entire different side of him. I wonder what's bothering him so much.
"Elijah, I was just-"
"Enough, Kol." Elijah holds his hand up. "You've done enough damage for one day!" He snaps. "Come. We need to talk about your behavior."
Kol rolls his eyes and lets go of me much to my relief. I hold in a laugh of joy as I watch Kol stalk out of the room past Elijah, who looks like he's about ten seconds from ripping Kol's head off.
"I'm so sorry, you two," Elijah says as he enters the room. "I don't know what's gotten into him. Please forgive me for my brother's behavior."
I nod. "It's fine." I sigh, just wanting this to be over, and Elijah's shoulders sag in relief. When his gaze lands on Damon, I watch him give Elijah a stiff nod. As Elijah chases after Kol, I let out a sigh of relief. I turn to Damon.
"I didn't need saving." I say as I cross my arms. I don't know why I'm so mad. I just hate being projected as the damsel in distress. I could've handled it.
"Can't you just say thank you?" Damon says bitterly, and I frown.
"Thank you," I say. Instead of responding, Damon grabs my wrist, and before I can ask where he's taking me, I follow him into his office. He lets go of me to shut the door, and when it slams, I nearly jump out of my skin. What the hell?
"What's got you so angry?" I ask, but I receive no answer as Damon closes the distance between us, and I have absolutely no time to react as his firm hands grip my waist, pulling me against him as his lips crash into mine.
Fuck this.
As desire explodes in my stomach, I let go of my restraint as I throw my arms around his neck, pulling at the black hair underneath my wrists. Damon moans in response, and I feel my back suddenly being rammed into the wall. A loud crashing noise startles me, and when I look down, a photo of the Ohm symbol lay against the wall on the floor, shattered to pieces. I'd give it a second thought, but Damon's lips are tempting me too much.
"Are you gonna pick that up?" I ask against his lips. Damon's hands grip my hips as he pulls me flush against him. When he pulls on my ponytail, I'm forced to look up at him.
"I couldn't give a damn about anything right now that isn't you." he breathes huskily, and when I feel his lips sucking my chest, I throw the thought of the photo away and allow myself to get lost in the intoxication of Damon. As his hands lift me up, I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his arousal at my belly. God, I can't think. I can't think of anything right now but him. As he wraps one arms around my back, he brushes everything off of his desk with the other, causing yet another round of noise. But neither of us cares right now as he sets me on top of the surface. We're all hands as he roams my back with wonder. As I tilt my head back to allow him easier access to my neck, he starts kissing the flesh, and I feel him unzipping my plumb blouse down my back, exposing my skin. As I realize what's going on, I muster up the strength to speak.
"Wh-What the hell are we doing?" I breathe as I close my eyes, relishing in the sensation of his lips on my skin.
"I have no idea," he breathes huskily, as he trails kisses up my neck. We both know what I mean.
I nod in agreement. "Neither do I,"
"But this morning, you said-"
"Forget it. I take it back. I need you so bad right now." I hiss as he pulls my top off. As Damon lays me out on his desk, I realize that he's right. We can't deny the physical attraction toward each other. We need this. We can still do this the way we planned. When I glance up at him through lusty eyes, he's now scrambling to get his shirt off. When he tosses it to the side, he rolls off his dress pants within seconds, and I look up to see him rolling on a condom. As he prepares himself, I slide out of my skirt, slapping it onto the floor beside Damon's clothes.
Once he's ready, he climbs up on top of me, not hesitant to enter me.
"We can't take long." I tell him as I feel him inside of me. Damon nods.
"Keep quiet," he says. "We don't need anyone to walk in on us."
I nod in agreement, and I feel his hands on my mouth as I begin to moan in pleasure.
Silence fills the air as I tuck my blouse into my skirt while Damon dresses himself behind his desk.
"This'll never work out," I say as I pull my hair back up into a pony. I need to look every inch the same as I did when I entered his office. I don't need anyone to grow suspicious.
"Never say never," Damon deadpans, and I look over my shoulder to see him smirking at me. I nearly barf at the words.
"Ugh, please don't say that. I'm sick of the Justin Bieber references," I scoff.
"Why won't it work out?" He wonders, but I don't miss the humor in his voice.
"Because this kind of thing never does," I say. "Nobody ever survives it. It's literally friendship suicide."
"Well, here's to the fact that we may be the first to make it through," Damon says enthusiastically, and I roll my eyes. He's so optimistic, it's nauseating.
"I'll see you, Damon," I say as I make my way to the door.
"See you around," he waves with a seductive look that tempts me to strip down and screw him all over again.
But I have restraint.
"And maybe downtown," I joke as I open his door, and when I'm alone in the hallway, I take a deep breath as I make my way down to my office.
Damon sat at the Grill, swallowing down his beer. Ric had just finished with a customer before coming over to talk.
"Alright, what's wrong?" he sighed. Damon shook his head.
"Can't a guy just enjoy a beer without their being any reason for said drink?" He wondered, and Alaric sighed as he refilled Enzo's drink.
"Come on, mate," Enzo slurred as he took a drink. "How you been?"
"Elena and I had sex."
Enzo's choking noise was overshadowed by Ric's constant swearing and gasping. When Enzo regained control of himself, he patted Damon on the back.
"Well done, champ!" He shouted. "How long have you been together?"
"No, it's not like that," Damon shook his head. "We're just two friends who've had sex a few times."
"Wait," Ric said as he ran his thumb under his chin. "So you're friends with benefits."
"Call it what you want," Damon said dismissively as he took a sip of his drink.
Ric scoffed immediately. "You know that never works, right?"
"We'll see," Damon shrugged. "Elena and I are determined to make it work. Neither of us wants any emotional relationships just for sex. We both want nothing more than sex."
"Are you sure?" Enzo raised an eyebrow. "Because it's hard not to want something other than sex from that woman,"
"We're friends," Damon insisted. "I don't see her that way, and she doesn't see me that way."
"Yet," Enzo snorted to himself, causing Damon to roll his eyes at the ridiculous thought.
"Well, I'll start giving you free drinks the day that this deal you two have made works out." Ric offered jokingly.
"Well, get ready to be serving some free drinks," Damon told him as he got up out of his seat. "Because it will work."
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~Songs that were either mentioned in or inspired this chapter (full list on Spotify)~
THEME: Beneath Your Beautiful by Labrinth feat. Emeli Sandé
The Love Club by Lorde
- Elena wakes up to discover Damon in her bed.
Sail by AWOLNATION
- Elena and Caroline at the break room eating lunch.
Where The Devil Don't Go by Elle King
- Elena and Damon in his office when they decide to have sex.
You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC
- Damon tells Ric and Enzo that he and Elena had sex.
